Page 97 of Bonds of Magic
“That’s what I’m afraid of. I don’t ever want to do that to you. Being with a man is nothing to be ashamed of. I hate that anyone ever made you feel that way.”
“That’s ridiculous. If it’s nothing to be ashamed of, then why can’t I do it?” My eyebrows drew down. “You let that guy in the Balsam Inn do it to you.”
Noah’s eyes glinted. “You’re not him. And I don’t ever want you to be.”
I glared at him. “I’ve only sucked one other guy off, you know. Sean.”
Noah’s nostrils flared, and I let that sink in for a moment before I continued.
“If you’re worried about me feeling ashamed, then show me how it can be different. Or do you want him to remain my one experience?”
“That’s not fair,” Noah said.
“Maybe not, but it’s what you’re getting.” I smiled sweetly.
He closed his eyes and sighed, and I knew I’d won. I was shocked. Not at winning, but at the fact that I’d said all of that. He made me so bold.
Softening my voice, I said, “Teach me how to do it?”
“Oh, don’t give me that look.”
“What look?”
“Those big puppy-dog eyes. That starving orphan look. Do you have any idea how hard that is to say no to?”
“I do now,” I said with a laugh. “But I mean it. Show me how to make it good for you.”
I pressed a kiss to the hollow of his neck, just below his Adam’s apple. He stroked my hair with one hand, then looked into my eyes.
“You kill me, you know that?” His voice was surprisingly gentle. “What am I going to do with you?”
“You’re a teacher,” I laughed. “So teach.”
And to my surprise, he did. He moved my hand back to his waist and said, “Well, I think you have the main idea now. What you did last time is a good start.”
I stroked his cock through his joggers, relishing the feel of it. Then I slide a hand underneath. His boxer-briefs were tight, but his cock was doing its best to push them up. I shivered as my fingers touched him again, and my teeth closed on his shoulder.
It didn’t make any sense, getting overwhelmed by touching his cock. It should have been the other way around. But it wasequally as exciting, if not more, to give pleasure instead of receiving it.
I tried to tug his shirt up again, but Noah brushed my hand away, then helped me pull his joggers off instead, revealing pale blue boxer-briefs. I forgot about his shirt very quickly.
I hooked my fingers under the waistband of his boxer-briefs, but he shook his head.
“Not yet. Play with it a little first. Get me excited. Make me desperate.”
“With my hand?”
“With your mouth.”
Another shiver ran through me as I slid down the bed. I felt a little embarrassed, running my tongue across his cock while it was still trapped in his underwear, but Noah hummed appreciatively, which sent a different kind of shiver through me. I sucked the head of his cock through the fabric, and he groaned.
I looked up. “Is that okay?”
“Yeah.” He sounded short of breath. “Excellent.”
I flushed and reapplied myself to the task, trying to taste and smell as much of his cock as I could without taking it out completely. I licked his balls, too, and he gave another groan.
I looked up again, biting my lip. “Good?”
