Page 65 of Guarded
His hair was plastered against the side of his face. He tried to flick it over his shoulder, but with both his hands occupied, it didn’t go anywhere. Letting go of the walls, I gently scraped the wet strands up and gathered them in my fist. It was so long that I had to wrap it around my forearm to keep it out of his way.
Right at that moment, Noah shifted on his knees, and my arm moved automatically as my cock hit the back of histhroat, accidentally tugging on his hair. “Shit! Sorry. Are you okay, sweetheart?”
There was an obscene sucking noise as Noah pulled off me. He stared up at me with such heat that I was certain there’d be flames if he were a demon. “Do it again. Harder.”
My nostrils flared as the meaning of his words settled in. I didn’t ask him if he was sure, I just tightened my grip.
And pulled.
Noah moaned before diving back onto my cock. I used my hold on his hair to control his movements, forcing him to bob faster.
That led to another moan. A louder one. Noah sat back on his haunches, opened his mouth wide, and held still.
His meaning couldn’t have been clearer. He wanted me to use him. To fuck his throat until I came.
So that’s what I did.
Widening my stance, I kept my hold on his hair firm. It took me a second to pick up a rhythm, but before long I was tunnelling into his throat while shoving Noah deeper onto my cock using my grip.
His eyes were open but unfocused, pupils completely blown. He’d given up touching me in favour of getting himself off—a decision I was extremely happy about. Part of me wanted to ask him to wait until I could take him into my mouth and return the favour, but a much larger part was just so fucking thrilled. He couldn’t wait. He didn’t want to.
Because ofme. Because of what we were doing.
It was turning Noah on.
That was the thought that ricocheted around my head as I came down his throat.
Noah swallowed rapidly, not letting a single dropescape. His eyes fluttered shut as he came, my dick still between his lips.
Fuck. He’s so hot.
My cock slipped from his mouth and I moved. Picking him up under his arms, I caught him in a crushing kiss. Noah swayed in my embrace, his legs not quite under him. But my arms were like steel bands around him.
I wouldn’t let him fall. Not now. Not ever.
When he realised he was steady, he returned my kiss with fervour. I could taste my release on his tongue. More than that, I could taste him. Noah.
My mate.
We washed each other off between kisses, our bodies parting only as often as necessary.
It was only long after that I articulated the thought echoing in my mind. The one thing I most wanted to say but was terrified to voice. Not because of what it would mean for me, but for Noah. For the change I wanted to introduce.
The change he might not be ready for.
We were curled up on his sofa, both in fuzzy dressing gowns. I had no idea where he’d found one in my size and I didn’t bother to ask. That wasn’t what I wanted to talk about right now.
He plucked a strawberry from the fruit platter he’d apparently stashed in the fridge earlier. “Want one?”
I nodded and opened my mouth. When he leaned forward and put it between my lips, I swore I blushed.
Sue me. I’d never been fed fruit before. Another first that was all Noah’s.
He grinned softly. “I’m going to miss you this month.”
I chewed slowly before swallowing. I wasn’t going toget a better opening than that. Why the fuck was I so scared of bringing this up?
Because it’ll hurt if Noah doesn’t ask you to stay.
