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I relax and let him take control as he pummels into my throat. I can feel myself beginning to fly. God, I’ve missed him. I feel him thicken and then pulse as he comes, pouring into mymouth. I swallow as he pulls out and coats my cheeks and chin with the rest of his cum.
“Fuck.” Saint sighs and slumps down to his knees to kiss me. Licking and cleaning my face with his tongue, feeding me the spunk.
I wrap my arms around his neck, sighing as our foreheads touch together in such a tender moment. “I never want us to be apart again,” he murmurs. “I’ll need your help to not fuck up again.”
“I know, and we’ll make it. I need to communicate better, not hide my thoughts. Instead of flying off the handle, I promise to tell you how I feel.”
Saint stands up, then with a soft touch, makes me lie down again and joins me, rolling onto his side to face me. “Can I stay?”
“I think that’s a given, especially with it being so late.” I hesitate, unsure if now is the time to bring up the question I wanted to ask when we were last together.
“What’s rushing through your head, babe?” Saint brushes my hair from my forehead, his eyes tender as they roam over my face. If I don’t tell him this, I’m already going back on my word to talk to him.
Okay, here goes nothing. “One of the reasons I was so upset and angry was because there was something I wanted to ask you. But you took things so far your way that I couldn’t ask you.”
“Yes.” The finality of his word takes me back.
“What do you mean yes, like that?”
“I mean yes, I want us to live together.”
I blink a couple of times before I can speak. “How did you know that’s what I was going to say?”
“Knox told me. It was part of his ‘why are you such a fuck-up lecture’. After you left, I went to the gym to burn off some anger.”
There’s a sad smile playing across his lips, although I can’t think why it’s a memory worth smiling about. “He likes you.” The smile hardens a little, his eyes steely.
Wondering where he’s going with this, because out of all his brothers, I like Knox the most. “He’s a good friend, I like him too.”
“As long as you don’t like him the way he likes you.”
“Don’t be daft, Saint. Knox has done nothing but encourage my relationship with you. Stop looking for problems,” I say sharply, not ready for him to turn tonight into a shit show. “Is this what you’ve done when any other of the men have got too close to you? Look for a problem you know will piss them off so they leave you?”
I expect him to snap back, to be angry with me. Instead, he frowns, concentrating on something. I hope it’s what I’ve asked, instead of a way to turn this around on to me and prove my point exactly.
“You know, you’re right. That’s exactly what I’ve done, but I don’t think it was a conscious decision. I just got bored and an argument was a way to make them hate me. Allowing me to walk away happy, knowing they’d be leaving me alone.”
“So, now we work on you not looking for an escape when you don’t understand the situation. Talk to me instead. Because you’re stuck with me now.” I lean towards him to capture his lips with mine. “I love you.”
Noah falls asleep not long after the small epiphany that made me understand myself a little better. So why Noah? What about him has me falling in love, that I let him call me out on my shit? I don’t know the answer, and maybe I don’t need to. All I need to do is listen and learn from him. If I can teach him how to fly under the heavy fronds of a flogger, then I can learn how to talk through my concerns. I know damn well I’m an excellent Dom, and I know that it’s not something I can turn off when it comes to my sexual side of loving Noah. He doesn’t want me to; he wants me to dial down the controlling side in our day-to-day life. To let him be an equal.
I’m not sure when I fall asleep, but I wake up with my cock in the very hot, wet heat of Noah’s mouth. My hips flex as my hands slide into his hair. The last time he did this, he got a punishment. What the hell was I thinking? Why couldn’t I have enjoyed it for what it was? A great blowjob. I didn’t need to control the situation, and that’s the exact point he’s making this morning. If he’s going to wake me up like this every day, then there’s no way I’m going to tell him to stop or take control.
His skill is second to none now, and his tight throat swallowing around my cock has my balls drawing up tight in my body. He senses it, pulls off, and shimmies up my body,emerging from under the duvet with a smile that outshines the sun.
“That was close.” He grins and leans in to kiss me. “I’m going to ride the fuck out of you.” He straddles me, lifting up to take hold of my dick and press it to his slick, soft entrance. He’s worked himself ready before starting his torture. “So, lie back and enjoy.”
The first slow slide down my length has us both groaning loudly, but when my hands move to his hips, he shakes his head and moves them to up above my head. From this position, he can kiss me, and after a long, drawn-out tongue-tangling dance, his hips start to work, and oh my god, I lose my ability to think as his arse clenches and ripples around my dick.
“I’m not going to last, babe. You’re just too good at this.” I pant as he releases my hands and sits up and moves up until just my head is inside his opening. Fuck, the strength of his thigh muscles is incredible. “Fuuuuuck!” I shout out. My orgasm comes from nowhere as he grinds down my full length.
Panting, Noah drops down onto my chest, his breaths ragged as he heaves in lungs full of oxygen. As I wrap my arms around his body, I feel his smile on my skin as he presses kiss after kiss on my pecs, then bites down on my nipple.
“Ow.” I flinch and roll him over so I’m over him. My softening dick slides free, making Noah mewl at the loss, and the sound has my dick twitching again.
He must feel it, because he laughs. “Not going to take you long to be ready again. Is that a Dom thing?”
“It’s a you’re too fucking sexy for your own good thing.” I kiss him until we’re both desperate for breath, and I roll off him.
