Page 78 of Echoes of Us

He pushed me back, jumping off the counter and getting down on his knees.

“Noah.” My eyebrows shot up.

He just smiled and started licking me over my boxers. Fuck, that felt good. He barely tugged them off and reached his tongue, licking over the head.

“Oh god.”

“Just me.” He smirked as he pushed my boxers down. His hand stroked me and, a second later, his mouth.

“Fuck.” I leaned against the counter and closed my eyes. He was so good at that. Whatever he missed in technique, he made up with enthusiasm. It was like he loved doing it, making it ten times better.

He grabbed the base of my cock and sucked me as far as he could go. I felt the back of his throat and moaned. He let go with a pop and stood up before me, pulling me down by my neck and kissing me.

“Come on, take me to bed.”

We half walked, half stumbled, lips on each other, as he kept his hand on me, stroking firmly, and I tried to kick my jeans off. We got to the bed, and he pushed his boxers down before pulling me to him.

“Atty,” he said.

“What do you want?”

“Suck me off.”

I pushed him back on the bed.

“Wait.” He reached to his nightstand. He pressed something into my hand: lube.

I gave him a look.

“Use your fingers too.”

I swallowed thickly. “Like, inside of you?”

He nodded and dropped back on the bed. I followed him, kissing his lips hungrily. I started stroking him, and he relaxed with a satisfied sigh.

“Are you sure you want me to?” My voice sounded husky to my own ears.

“I’m fucking sure. I spent yesterday jerking off thinking about it.”

Warmth went through my body, my eyes widening at his words. He let out a laugh at my reaction. I didn’t know how he managed to say things like that with a straight face.

“Did you try it out? With yours?”

His grin widened. “Mhm. I bet yours will feel much better. I love your hands,” he murmured, gasping as I tightened my grip. “Come on, Atty, get on with it,” he urged petulantly. “I want you to get me off.”

His words sent a jolt through me, my body responding eagerly. I licked my lips and took him into my mouth.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking good at that.” He groaned as I started to move over him, savoring the taste and feel of him. “Go a little slower. I don’t want to finish too fast,” he added, his voice strained with pleasure.

I pulled back slightly, teasing him. “You need to make up your mind. Do you want me to get on with it, or do you want me to go slow?” I smirked at his indecision.

The sound of his laugh vibrated through the air. “Both,” he declared, moaning again as I resumed my movements.

I reached for the lube, clicking the top open. He giggled at the noise, a sound that seemed so out of place yet perfectly natural for him. I coated my fingers and reached towards him. He flinched at the cold contact but quickly relaxed.

“Noah.” I wanted to make sure he was comfortable.

“I want you to do it, I swear. It’s just cold,” he reassured me.

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