Page 96 of Bonds of Magic
I wasn’t sure how he managed it, but Noah kissed every inch of my skin except my cock. He let it brush his neck or cheek, but refused to pay it any attention until I was ready to jump out of my skin from pleasure and impatience.
“Please,” I panted, my breath coming in short gasps. “Oh God, please.”
“Pleasewhat?”
“Please just—I’m so close.”
“So close to what?” Noah said. I could hear, but not see, his smile. His jaw brushed my cock, but he kept acting like it wasn’t there.
“I’m going to come if you’re not careful,” I said.
“Oh, I assure you, I’m being very careful. Now tell me what it is that you want me to do.”
“Suck my cock,” I gasped. “Please suck my cock.”
“There we go. That wasn’t so hard, was it?”
To reward me, his mouth closed over the head of my cock, his tongue playing with my foreskin as he enveloped it in slick heat. I moaned, fisting the sheets. It was so good. How had I gone so long without experiencing this? How did I never let myself try it sooner, with Neil or someone?
If I was honest, I was kind of glad I hadn’t. I was glad Noah was the first man to ever do this to me. It made it special. Something for the two of us, that no one else could ruin.
There was still the ever-present shame, but in the heat of the moment, I was able to ignore it, to tell myself I didn’t care. Shame could have its time later, but right now, all I could think about was the pleasure of Noah Braverman’s mouth sheathing my entire cock.
I didn’t have much experience to draw on—or, well, any—but I was pretty sure Noah gave the best blowjobs on earth. The wayhe used his tongue, teasing the tip, then sliding up the underside of my cock. The suction of his lips. The heat of his whole mouth. He’d gotten me so wet, and his mouth was making absolutely obscene sounds, but I didn’t care.
He kept moving me right up to the edge, then backing off, building a fire of pleasure in my core. I couldn’t take it anymore. I risked a look down and when Noah locked eyes with me, I lost it.
“I’m—I’m—” I began, but before I could even get the word ‘coming’ out, I was releasing. He wrapped his lips firmly around my cock, catching every drop. I wondered, like I had the first time, if he was going to spit it out. I knew some people did, and I couldn’t imagine anyone really liked the taste of cum. Anyone other than me, that was.
But he kept caressing me with his tongue, milking out every last bit. Right when I thought I couldn’t take any more stimulation, he pulled off and kissed his way back up my chest.
It was too much and not enough. I rolled onto my side, pressing my lips to his. I wanted to taste myself on his tongue. I knew that was wrong, but I wanted it anyway. I wanted proof that he had tasted me, and liked it.
He kissed me back, but when my hands moved to his waist, he grabbed them and interlocked our fingers instead.
“I just want to—” I said, but Noah cut me off.
“I know. But you don’t have to.”
“I want to. I’m serious.”
“Cory, you don’t have to prove anything to me.”
“Iknow that. But I’m not sure you do.”
He frowned. “What do you mean?”
“You said equals, remember?”
“I know what I said. But blowjobs can be a little demeaning.”
I stared at him, confused. “You just gave me one.”
“That’s different.”
I was getting annoyed. “Maybe I like being demeaned then.”
I tried to say it like it was a joke, but Noah was serious.
