Page 39 of Numbers Boy
I reach my hand out and step closer. “Please?” I ask, eyes jumping from where they were taking in Noah’s thick cock to meet his steady gaze. The heat and blatant need I find there makes my own erection pulse.
“Anything you want, Princess,” he says, and it feels like a vow. Like whatever I want, both in this moment and in life, willbe mine if he has any say over the matter. The thought slides hotly down my spine and lands in my gut, displacing a bit more of the doubt left from before him.
My hand closes around his cock, and my desire ratchets up higher at the feel of him. He’s thick and hot, the perfect size to hit all the right places without making a second round out of the question. Unfortunately, even a first round is out of the question right now since I don’t have any condoms or lube in the bathroom, and there’s no way in hell I’m letting him go long enough to go get them. I slide my fist along his length a few times, heart thudding happily at the low moan the action elicits.
Noah reaches out one arm and loops it around my back, tugging me closer. His other hand toys with the elastic of my underwear, following it along my hips teasingly before tracing the lower straps under my ass. I melt against his chest, my free hand resting on his pec as I continue to slowly explore his cock.
“I still can’t believe you’re hiding all of this” – he punctuates his words with a firm grasp to one ass cheek, making me gasp – “under your clothes.”
I swipe my thumb over his crown, gathering the precum there to ease my strokes the slightest bit, and arch my lower back in invitation. “All for you.”
Those words seem to hit Noah deep inside somewhere because the next thing I know, his lips are on mine, and he’s backing me toward the shower, then sliding open the light blue curtain. He bends down slightly to scoop his arm under my butt and lifts me into the tub, jockstrap still firmly in place. I let out a little “eep” of surprise, both hands going around his neck as he maneuvers me where he wants.
Noah sets me down just next to the spray of warm water, then grabs my shower gel and drizzles some into his palm. Noah turns me to face the wall before he asks, “Do you mean that? Are you all for me, Princess?”
“Y-yes,” I breathe out, any other words I might have said disappearing from my brain as it goes offline. Noah’s big, warm hands are running along my body, washing me reverently. Arms, shoulders, back, Noah is touching me everywhere. Everywhere, that is, except for where I want him most. My cock is straining against the pouch of my jockstrap, soaked from the spray of the shower.
Before I can think to ask for more, Noah is slipping one strong arm around my chest and pulling me back against him. The other skims down my stomach, then toys again with my waistband. “I promise you won’t regret that. I’ll take good care of you, beautiful.”
My head rolls back on his shoulder as his fingers dip beneath the elastic and his hand encircles my shaft. I let out a groan at the slick, soapy feel of him as he starts to stroke. He sets a slow, steady pace, not teasing, but not enough to make this be over too fast. His other hand is busy, too, caressing my chest, tweaking my nipples, circling my belly button.
“So perfect,” he praises, lips covering my neck with kisses. “Such a perfect princess letting me explore him.”
I whimper at the sweet words and reach a hand back to thread through his hair and keep him close. “More.”
“Anything,” he reminds me. “Place your hands on the wall, Princess. Let me take care of you.”
I do what he says, mind going deliciously hazy as Noah runs his hands soothingly over my back before spreading my cheeks.
“Fuck, Stevie,” he groans. I feel his thumbs running over my pucker and push back into the touch. “Would you bottom for me sometime?”
The question pulls me up short for a second. I guess we never have discussed preferences, and I kind of love that he didn’t assume. I turn my head to glance over my shoulder. “Yes, please,” I say with a smile.
Noah smiles back and presses an almost chaste kiss to my lips.Almostchaste because while his mouth is being nice, his fingers are being naughty. They dig into my ass, spreading me further so he can glide his erection over my hole.
“Soon,” is all he says, and then he reaches for more shower gel. “Right now, I want to fuck your sweet thighs.”
My gut clenches at the desperate quality of his voice, and I turn to face the wall again, forehead resting on my arms. Noah wastes no time in pulling off my jock, slicking himself up, and encouraging my legs closer together. Then he’s fucking against me, slow and gentle. With each thrust, his cockhead slides along my taint and catches my balls in a delicious way. Pleasure engulfs me, making my muscles quiver and tugging me under with every movement. A litany of gasps and moans is the only thing I can manage, my words drowned out once more by the feelings this man creates in me.
All the while, Noah is peppering the back of my neck and shoulders with kisses. He doesn’t stop his whispered words, soaking my skin with praises as the water soaks us both. My orgasm builds slowly, not rushed or frantic, but steady and inevitable. Then, Noah’s hand is pumping me in time with his hips, and I can’t hold back.
I cry out his name as wave after wave of pleasure rolls over me. Noah strokes me through it, his own sounds getting louder before he stiffens against my back, and I can feel the warmth of his release coat my balls and drip slowly down my inner thighs. The sensation sends another shock of pleasure through me, and my legs buckle slightly at the intensity of what just happened. Fortunately, Noah’s arm is still wrapped firmly around my chest, and I know he won’t let me fall.
Noah turns me toward him with gentle hands and slowly lowers himself to his knees, apparently not giving a damn about the cold, hard tub beneath them or the water pounding down onhis back. His intoxicating, whiskey-colored eyes look up at me with adoration and smoldering heat as he wipes his cum from my thighs, making me feel both claimed and coveted.
My own knees feel like jelly, but whether it’s from the incredible orgasm or how Noah is treating me now, it’s hard to say. I don’t know if I’ve ever had a man look at me the way he is. Like he would do anything to make me happy, even without the promise of sex to motivate him. Like my comfort, not his, is the top priority.
“You alright, Princess?” he asks, voice hushed like he doesn’t want to break the moment by speaking too loudly.
I nod and reach a hand out to card through the wet strands of his hair. My lips curl in a sated smile. “I’m great.”
“Good.” Noah gets back to his feet, hands never leaving my skin. They weave a hot trail up my thighs and torso before cupping my face, fingers resting on the sides of my neck and thumbs tracing my jawline. “Let’s cuddle.”
When he leans forward to brush a featherlight kiss over my lips, my eyelids flutter closed, so I miss how he does it, but suddenly, the water is off, and a fluffy towel is being wrapped around my shoulders. Noah wraps another towel around his hips after drying off, and if I hadn’t just had the most satisfying orgasm of my life, I’d want him immediately. As it is, my stomach clenches, and my eyes drink in the sight. His solid, muscled chest leading down to trim hips, the V of his abs drawing my eye to the slightest hint of dark pubic hair peeking over the towel. It’s a fucking drool-fest.
And then there’s the tattoos. I’ve seen the ones on his arms, but there are more scattered along his skin like a sexy treasure map. I want to explore it. After we pull on comfy clothes – my biggest sweats barely fit Noah’s larger frame, but he doesn’t seem to mind – we settle onto the couch, and that’s when I ask about them.
“Tell me about your tattoos?”
