Page 53 of Uprising

“You can’t just keep using sex to distract me.”

I chuckle, “Who said anything about sex?”

Noah's cheek flushed, red dots spotting around his neck.

“I–you, well, I…” He trails off, embarrassed.

“But you can get on your knees and take my cock out like a good boy.”

Noah's pupils dilate, a choking noise coming from his throat. I expect to have to tell him again, but he surprises me and drops to his knees before me. He hungrily reaches for my zipper, dragging it down. I hold my breath when I pull my waistband down enough to let my cock pop out.

“Oh fuck,” Noah moans.

“Open,” I directed him. He’s almost too happy; I barely get the words out before he’s sitting there, mouth open, ready to be fucked.

“You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” I asked. Trailing one of my fingers down the side of his face, his eyes flutter close. “I asked you a question.” Gripping his chin with my finger and thumb.

Noah’s eyes fly open, drool pooling at the bottom of his mouth.

“Y-yes,” he tries to say. A smile spreads across my face at his eagerness.

Removing my hand from his chin, I raise a brow, waiting for him to answer me again.

“Yes, I–I’m a good boy.”

“Good, now open your mouth.”

Noah does as I tell him, his hands resting against his thighs with his mouth hanging open.

He’s perfect, and he doesn’t even realize it.

Placing the tip of my cock against his tongue, his eyes flutter closed. That won’t do. Noah is going to watch every second of it, even if that means forcing him. Shoving myself forward, my dick disappears into his throat, his eyes flying open. I smile and pull back slowly.

“Watch me fuck your face, and then maybe after you’ll have a reward.”

Noah swallows around my length, somehow opening his mouth even wider. I guide my cock into his mouth once more before pulling back. Keeping a steady pace, he hollows his cheeks, earning a growl from my mouth.

“Well fuck little love, your mouth,” I praise. Noah suddenly grabs the back of my thighs, forcing me further into his mouth. Taking that as my cue, I pick up my pace, fucking his mouth. The inhuman sounds that come out from Noah encourage me to fuck him rougher.

Noah sucks my cock down; well before I wanted to, my balls draw up. It’s too soon, yet just perfect, because it’s with him.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp. Noah swallows around my tip, his mouth tight like a vise. Without a warning I spill into his mouth and down his throat. A feral growl escapes my mouth as I empty myself. He doesn’t stop until I’m wrung dry.

Bending down, I hook my arms under him and lift. Noah’s legs wrap around my waist and his arms around my neck. While he tries to hide it, I don’t miss the slight discomfort around his left shoulder.

“How about a shower and then a nap?” I ask, making my way towards our room.

“I told you you were going to distract me.” Noah pouts.

As much as I don’t want to sit there and talk about my past or anything he wants to ask, I know I’ll do it anyway. For him I would.

“Rest first; we can talk when I make us some dinner.”

Noah thinks about it for a moment as I carry him through the room and into the bathroom.

“Fine, but we will talk, Reed.”

I nod, agreeing. Because while he might have some questions, I’ll just make him promise to meet my demands for the answers. Knowing Noah, he’ll agree before even wondering what I want.

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