Page 98 of Bonds of Magic
“You’re maybe a little too good at that.”
I warmed at the compliment. I could put up with looking a little ridiculous if this was his reaction. Hell, the embarrassment was what made it feel so good.
Noah was a very good teacher, telling me exactly what he wanted. When he finally—finally—let me slide his boxer-briefs off, my breath caught at the sight of his cock. Sure, I’d seen it before, but that was different. Noah was inmybed now.
It was different from every dream I’d had, too. In my dreams, there was always the fear of discovery, or the thrill of humiliation after Iwasdiscovered. Or there were my dreams with that monster, where I was as scared as I was turned on.
Even with Sean, there was an undercurrent of fear. Sure, I was the one who’d asked him to stay in that bathroom. But he’d enjoyed making me nervous. And I’d been able to tell myself I hadn’t wanted it—even though I had.
With Noah, there was no lying to myself. Hell, he kept trying tostopme from touching him. Kept trying to spare my feelings, not understanding that I didn’t want them spared.
There was no fear with him. Not of discovery, not of humiliation, not of his presence. He could easily do whatever he wanted to me, and I wouldn’t be able to stop him. But he didn’t. He was gentle. Almosttoogentle.
There was a knot inside me that had been pulled tight for so long, it had become rock hard. But Noah was tugging at the loose ends of the rope, beginning to untie it before I even understood what the knot was for. Noah made me come undone.
Sucking him off, I felt as tender, as cared for, as I had when our roles were reversed. He guided me, telling me where to put my lips, my tongue. He taught me how to use my mouth and my hand. He was patient and responsive, grunting with pleasure when I licked his balls or ran my tongue across his slit.
“So good,” he groaned. “Fuck, that’s good.”
His words fed a hunger inside me that I didn’t think could ever be sated.TellmeI’m good,I begged him silently.Say I’m a good boy.
He was so close. And I knew he didn’t have a problem saying it. He’d said it to Lew at the Balsam Inn. I’d heard him.
Why wouldn’t he say it to me?
Maybe he needed some encouragement. Noah’s cock was large enough that when I took as much of it as I could, there were still a couple inches I couldn’t get into my mouth. But I wanted to take more, so I shifted, sliding forward far enough to push his cock down my throat. I’d seen how much of Noah Lew could take. I wanted to match him.
I gagged immediately, though. I wasn’t used to feeling anything back there, and the minute his cock filled my mouth, it was hard to breathe. Panic flared when I felt Noah’s hand on my shoulder, but he pushed me back instead of keeping me trapped.
His cock was covered in spit when it came out of my mouth. I coughed and tried to wipe the drool away from my lips. I looked up at him, fear still beating in my chest like a drum.
“Sorry,” I said quickly. “I didn’t mean to—I can do it again. I’ll take more this time. I just wasn’t ready.”
“No,” Noah said severely. “You won’t.”
I blinked. He wasn’t going to tell me we had to stop again, was he?
“I’m your teacher,” he reminded me. “You do what I tell you to do.”
I flushed. “But I wanted to show you—”
“You want what Itellyou to want.”
I sucked in a sharp breath. “I just want to make you feel good, is all.”
“You are making me feel good. In case you hadn’t noticed. But you don’t have to hurt yourself to do it. You don’t have to prove anything. I want you to enjoy this as much as I do.”
Did he? I wasn’t sure. Back at the Balsam Inn, he’d been so dominant. Like he was just using Lew. I thought that was the kind of sex Noah liked.
He must have seen my hesitation, because he said, “Unless you think you’re done with this lesson.”
I bit my lip and smiled. “No, Sir.”
He laughed. “You don’t have to call me ‘Sir.’ You just have to get your mouth back on my cock. Now.”
I put my lips on him again and took him down. I did my best to follow instructions when he told me how fast to go, how hard, when and where to use my tongue.
Yes, Sir, I thought in my head. Maybe he didn’t want me to call him that. But I kind of liked it. I liked the idea of him protecting me, as long as I obeyed him.
