Page 41 of Finding Noah
He chuckled.
Finally, I sucked his crown into my mouth.
His cock twitched.
Figuring that must mean I was doing something right, I swirled my tongue around the head as I pulled him deeper and deeper into my mouth. I grasped the base of his cock as I tried to bring more and more of him into my mouth.
And nearly gagged.
Great.
His hands on my cheeks gently guided me back, even as humiliation swept through me and heat rose in my cheeks.
“Christian?”
“Hmm?”
“Can you look at me?”
Of course I could. I’d never deny him anything. So my gaze slowly rose to his.
“Although I appreciate what you’re trying to do, how about we take things slowly?”
I bobbed my head in acknowledgment. Then I tried again. This time, I was careful not to let him touch the back of my throat. Instead, I focused on swirling my tongue around him, sucking hard, and holding him steady.
His hands roamed aimlessly in my hair—alternating between pulling, fluffing, and then just holding still.
Although he was a guy frequently in motion, he could have moments of stillness when nothing around him moved.
“I’m coming, Christian. If you don’t want me to come in your—”
I sucked harder.
He jerked and then spurted in my mouth.
I continued to swallow as he filled my mouth. I’d never tasted cum before, so this was a bit disconcerting. On the other hand, it was erotic as hell. My cock strained against my jeans as I tried to tamp down the need rising within me.
Finally I pulled off him, easing his soft cock so it landed gently in the nestle of black curls.
“Are you hard?” He gazed into my eyes.
I nodded frantically.
He yanked up his T-shirt. “Will you come on me?”
Holy hell, you better believe I will.Even as I had the thought, I grasped his knees to lever myself into a standing position. With unsteady hands, I unbuttoned my pants, and slid the zipper down. Then I yanked out my dick and pumped it several times. I barely had time to think about lube before my body went rigid. I erupted and shot cum all over his stomach. A bit landed on his T-shirt, and one rope splashedon his chin. I held in the giggle—but it nearly burst out anyway. I could barely hold myself upright and could only imagine how debauched I looked.
And he looked how I felt—blissed out and satisfied.
“God, Christian, you’re so beautiful.” Through hooded eyes, he managed to hold my gaze. “I think I always knew, but…” He drew in a lungful of air.
“You don’t have to—”
“I mean it.” He snapped that. Then winced. “Sorry. A little orgasm-drunk.”
I wasn’t certain that was a thing, but I held my tongue.
“You’ve always been attractive. You’re hit on all the time.”
