Page 40 of Finding Noah
Speaking of dogs, our three were happily hunkered down, with Stormy being covered by River and Sable. They each had their own bed, but somehow, they were all on my girl’s. They’d all slept in my room last night—given how late Noah returned, that had made sense. Would we split them up tonight? I didn’t know.
“Sweeping and making breakfast? Somehow, I think I should be giving you a reward.”
My insides lit at his words—so he understood the intention behind the blow job. A reward. For him coming home. For us working through our differences. Not everything, to be sure, but much of it.
Slowly, he guided my hand to lower his zipper.
I grinned.
He held my gaze with an intensity I’d never seen before. Or I certainly didn’t remember seeing it before.
When I tried to pull down his boxer briefs—with an idea of liberating his, uh, cock, he rose a bit so he could yank them down over his hips.
Need to clean that seat.He might be newly out of the shower, but my little neat-freak heart knew what it wanted. Dog hair everywhere? That I could live with for a day or two.
Bare butt on the vinyl of a kitchen chair? Nope, that had to be cleaned.
He pressed his finger to my frown line. “I promise I’ll clean it up.” He pulled down his briefs, and his erection sprang free.
I licked my lips.
He chuckled. “Eager much?”
“Now I’ve decided on a course of action? Yes, I’m very eager—” I gave him a lascivious smile. “—and I think you are too.
“It’s been… What?”
“I’m not sure I want to hear about the last time you were with creepoid—”
He barked out a laugh. “You think Leroy ever gave me a blow job? Uh, yeah, that would be a hard no. Not his style. He liked to fuck and then promptly fall asleep—whether I’d gotten off of not.
Does that mean Noah would bottom for Leroy? And what the fuck isno blow jobs? Isn’t that a natural part of a relationship?I really didn’t want to dwell on creepoid, so instead of focused on Noah’s gorgeous cock. A little on the big side—compared to mine. I didn’t have a lot of experience with this.
Actually none, but what did that matter?
I hadn’t snuck peeks at the guys in the locker room. I’d been all about getting in and out as quickly as possible. Team sports weren’t really my thing.
And that’s enough thinking about things that aren’t relative.
Gently,I traced my finger along his length. Soft and smooth—which wasn’t a surprise. Mostly flaccid—which was disappointing.
Yet, as I made a second, and then a third pass, his cock twitched.
A third and fourth sweep elicited a moananda thickening shaft.
I took him in hand and gently squeezed—adding just enough wrist action to give a little twist.
“Yes.” He hissed. “That. Again.”
Emboldened, I repeated the action.
He grew even more in my hand.
I grinned. “Now?”
After meeting my gaze and holding it for a super long time, he nodded.
I got to work. I licked a drop of precum from his cock, even as he held himself still. As he grew harder and harder in my hand. “Yum.”
