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Noah
For someone who’d been playing with fire all month–and weirdly dying to touch and taste another man’s junk–it took me a hot minute to internalize the fact that I was actually about to suck Aiden’s cock.
I took the task at hand–at hand, classic pun–nice and slow. So slow, I half expected him to grab my head and fuck my mouth until I gagged.
But he didn’t.
Instead, I caught the way his chest rose, tight and deliberate, as I dragged my tongue from his balls all the way up his shaft–tracing the
thick vein and circling the head with deliberate care. The second I wrapped my lips around the glans, twirling my tongue and sucking
gently, he bucked just slightly, hips twitching with restraint. He
could’ve wrecked my throat in one thrust–and part of me hoped he would—but this was supposed to be a reward, not a punishment. So
he held back. Fists clenched. Muscles coiled.
I shifted up on my knees, taking him deeper, testing how much I
could manage, even though we both knew I could probably take it all.
And damn, I wanted to.
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His hand found my jaw, thumb stroking over my throat like he owned
it–which, I guess, he kind of did.
“That’s it, baby boy… Relax your throat. You can do this,” he coaxed,
voice like gravel and sin. “Good boy… Just let me in.”
Fuck. I moaned around him, just from that–his voice, his praise, the
way he called me his. He throbbed against my tongue in response, and I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks as I buried him deeper. His balls tapped my chin with every pass. I couldn’t tell who was more
turned on–me or him.
“Fuuuck, Noah… That’s it. You’re doing so good-”
His hand fisted tighter in my hair, hips twitching, and I glanced up
with pleading eyes, reminding him—he promised.
“You want to stroke yourself now, Noah?” He asked instantly,
catching on.
I nodded so hard I almost lost him. His grip tightened, keeping me in
place.
“I didn’t say stop.” His voice was dark now. Dangerous. “You’re doing beautifully, baby boy. Keep sucking me… and touch yourself while you
do.”
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He guided the rhythm of my head, setting the pace with those perfect
rolls of his hips. I sucked, stroked, and moaned around him like my
life depended on it. The sounds echoing off the walls were obscene-
and so fucking hot I could’ve come untouched.
But the moment I wrapped my fist around my cock and moved in sync
with his thrusts, I felt myself spiraling. Harder. Faster.
Aiden groaned, his whole body tightening as he pulsed in my mouth.
“Fuck, Noah–oh fuck…”
I swallowed him down, his release filling my throat. I licked him
clean, tongue gliding over his softening length, savoring every drop
like it was the only thing keeping me grounded.
He collapsed against the couch, chest heaving.
“That was incredible, baby boy. Now sit in front of me… and let me
see how you work that gorgeous cock.”
I obeyed, lying on my back across from him, stroking myself with
slow, tight pumps. I was so hard I thought I might burst. One squeeze
and I was leaking all over my hand. He watched, hungry, lips parted
like he was ready to devour me. For a second, I thought he’d lean
forward and taste me.
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But he didn’t. Maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he was still holding that
line between Dom and man. And honestly? At that point, I didn’t care
-I was so far gone I could barely breathe.
I felt my orgasm building and then remembered–fuck–the rule.
Slowing my strokes, panting, I met his gaze. I begged with my eyes.
He smirked–God, he smirked—and leaned forward.
“Yes, come for me now, baby.”
I groaned with pure relief as the tension snapped. My cock erupted in
thick, hot streams across my belly and chest, my whole body
trembling with release. Aiden didn’t look away. He watched every
pulse, every twitch, his gaze bouncing between my face and the mess
I’d made–his mess now.
