Page 56 of Mr. Picture Perfect
I sit up and go for his shirt just as quickly. The moment his shirt is off, I slide my hands around his smooth back, gripping him tightly, and situating his ass firmly on my lap.
The moment his ass presses onto me, I feel him subtly grind.
That inspires my hands to slide down his smooth back and cup as much of his ass as I can fill them with—then plunge my face into his bare chest.
His skin is as soft as silk slipping over my kissing lips. He lets out gasps of surprise from above as I drag my mouth over his sensitive skin, exploring Noah for the first time in my life, if not counting the copious times in my dreams.
And when my lips touch his nipple, I’ve finally struck gold.
I let out my tongue to take a taste, then revel in the pleasure of his body tensing up and his fingers clinging to me tighter.
His nipple responds quickly, too, hardening against the caress of my tongue. I kiss it again and again, swirling the pebbled nipple with the tip of my tongue as I attempt to drive him crazy. From the way his muscles keep clenching, I know I’m succeeding.
So I go for the other nipple to see if it’s as sensitive.
I’m pleased to report it is.
Noah suddenly wraps my whole head in his arms, hugging me against his chest in either an effort to encourage me to suck on his nipples harder, or else to suffocate me. Both options make me that much hungrier to please him.
Then his hips thrust against me.
His stiff cock through his pants grinds against my abs.
I only need to be told once. I bring one of my hands between us and take hold of the tent in his pants like it was mine all along, massaging it firmly with my fingers. Noah reacts with a deep and happy moan, then starts to thrust against me harder. I give him a squeeze while my mouth continues to work his nipples, back and forth, never allowing them rest.
Suddenly he pushes me onto my back, surprising me. He takes hold of my pants, opens them right up, and tugs them right down, revealing that I have a similar situation: a hard and throbbing one.
He appears to take a second to appreciate the size of my hard and throbbing situation.
I’d be lying if I said that doesn’t make me even harder.
Watching him stare.
His eyes growing.
I mean, hewasjust sitting on it a moment ago. Is he really that surprised?
Just when I’m about to make a remark, he climbs on top of me again, straddling my thighs, and takes hold of my dick through my underwear. He isn’t gentle. The way he claims every inch of me with his hand is so unexpectedly possessive, I’m the one whose eyes are growing now. He massages it, squeezing it so hard, it can’t help but flex back at him.
The tension down there is building up fast.
I sit up slightly, reach forward, and slide my hand down his pants to take hold of his cock. The second my fingers wrap around him, Noah lets out a sigh that quickly turns into a moan as my hand starts to move.
His eyes are so expressive. The way they show me how deeply he’s wanted this. I wonder if he has even had a single chance his whole life to be this free before. To do what he wants. To take what he wants. Feel everything. Be as open with another person as he would be with himself in the privacy of this very bedroom.
Apparently my daringness inspires him, because suddenly he peels down my underwear and grabs hold of my cock in the flesh—and then he starts to jerk it.
His hand provides the perfect amount of softness and friction as he strokes up and down my length. I keep doing the same, my hand marrying perfectly to his cock as I jerk him off. Our eyes are locked on one another. Our breaths rush in and crash out of our mouths. I can only imagine our hearts race together, too.
And our pace increases as we get close.
If my instinct’s right, he’s just as close as I am.
I sit up suddenly, bringing our faces closer, as we continue to jerk each other off. I give him a fevered kiss, which he quickly returns, telling me he’s as hungry for it as I am. I can hear the way his lips quiver through his jagged breaths. He hisses with his teeth as he grows closer and closer, his jerking becoming more erratic.
There’s no one in the world I’d rather rush to the edge with than him.
There’s nothing here to stop us.
