Page 35 of Because of Me

“You’re such a man, Noah, and I want you to show me just how selfish you can be.”

Noah’s eyes turn dark as he lets out a moan and takes a tentative step towards me.

I blink slowly, grabbing his hand and guiding it to the back of my neck. “I used you last time, now I want you to use me.”

“How?”

I swallow down my self-consciousness. I ignore the large window to my side. And I drop to my knees in front of him. Looking up through my thick lashes, I watch Noah’s chest heave, his throat bob, and the bulge in his grey sweats thicken. I pull my lower lip into my mouth, letting it fall back out with a wetpop.

“I can’t stop thinking about you, Noah. Any more than you can stop looking at me. I think it’s about time we do something about it.”

“This is …fuck,Cupcake.” Noah reaches down, gripping his now firm length and tugging it to the side. He brings the hand on my neck around to cup my cheek and runs his thumb along my now wet lip. He glances to the window beside us, uncertainty painting a line between his brows.

“You can’t see in from the street,” I reassure him. The only people that have a chance at copping a view are in the high rise two streets down, but they’d need binoculars and honestly, if they’ve gone that far maybe they deserve a show.

“This is what we need,” I whisper when Noah’s focus returns to me. “We need to get this sexual tension out of our systems.”

The sound that reverberates through Noah’s chest is so deep and guttural, it’s barely human. It pools inside me and throbs in my pussy. I want him. And I want him to want me. He does, I know it. I can see it.

“There will be no getting you out of my system, Cupcake. You’re there to stay and I’m afraid this will only make it worse.”

“That’s okay.” I bat my eyelashes up at him. It is, really, okay. Because I think part of me doesn’t want this need completely out of my system, either. I want Noah’s name engraved inside my chest.

I haven’t thought this through. I haven’t wanted to. And there’s a very strong chance my attraction to Noah is purely because of this whole arrangement. But right now, it’s a risk I’m willing to take.

“Please,” I beg. “Use me.” I place my hand over Noah’s and guide his thumb to my mouth. Sucking it in, I swirl my tongue around it before opening my mouth. My hand trembles over Noah’s as I wait for him to take over.

“Are you sure?”

I nod, keeping my eyes on Noah and my mouth open. He presses his thumb against my tongue and tugs at the waistband of his sweats with his other hand. When I bring my hands up to help him, he steps back.

“Hands down,” he growls. I do as he says, dropping them to my lap. My eyes are trained on his, and I watch and wait while he composes himself. His head tips back as he palms his dick. With a deep breath, he looks down at me, bright blue eyes turned midnight black.

“Good girl, now I want you to make yourself come while I fuck this pretty little mouth of yours. Okay, Cupcake?”

I melt. My knees give out and I fall back onto my heels. Never, never, has anyone been able to turn me on this fucking much with their words. I will do whatever Noah asks of me just to hear him call me a good girl again.

With his thumb in my mouth and his palm under my jaw, Noah drags me back up until my face is in line with his groin. He shoves his pants down and I watch as his cock springs free. I swallow around his thumb, greedy but cautious. His size was apparent when I was dry humping him, but seeing it? I’m starting to doubt my abilities.

“You can take it,” he growls as he nudges the tip past my lips. His thumb holds my mouth open as he slides himself over my tongue before pulling back in one sharp movement. I gasp, craving him instantly. He strokes himself with one hand and my throat with the other. “Are you going to do what I told you?”

I look up at him, forgetting.

“I want to feel your moans while I’m buried deep in your throat, Cupcake.”

Oh.That. With my eyes on Noah, I pull my satin shorts to the side and run a finger through my already soaking folds. I rub a few slow circles over my clit before dipping two fingers lower, into my pussy.

“Good girl.” Noah’s praise sends a surge of pleasure through me, more than my fingers ever could. He spits on his cock and rubs the moisture over his shaft. “Now open up.”

He doesn’t wait for me, instead pressing past my lips and into my throat. He moves slowly as I coax my body to relax around him. When I’m ready, I moan over his cock and curl my fingers inside myself.

He responds by thrusting deep into my throat and I match the movement with my fingers. Every time I fear I might gag, Noah pulls out slightly. Fingering myself, feeling Noah take control of my mouth, watching his face as he comes undone, brings me somewhere higher than I’ve ever been before. Pleasure builds like molten lava through my veins.

Noah grunts, threading his fingers into my loose ponytail and holding my head still as he does exactly what I want him to. He lets go of his inhibitions, and he fuckingusesme. He pulls me into him, and I hollow out my cheeks as I swallow him deeper than I thought possible. With his cock so far down my throat I can barely breathe, I grind against my hand. My fingers curl deep in my pussy and I press the palm of my hand against my clit until I don’t think I can take it anymore. My throat vibrates around Noah’s cock, but my mouth is too full for any sound to come out.

I’m coming undone, and so is Noah. His thrusts quicken and his length throbs against my tongue.

“Cupcake, are you going to come for me?”

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