“You’re not coming yet.” He bites my jaw and, as I rear up; he uses the fact that he’s wrapped around me to lick and nip at my nipples. His wet tongue arouses me like fuck.
I drop my head and look down, catching my breath. The head of our dicks are pressing together, leaking like crazy in our excitement.
Gently rotating my hips, Noah releases my nipple and drops back down to the bed, groaning as his hands quiver on my ass.
“Make me come, Ramon. I want to feel your hot mouth on me...please.”
How can I refuse when it’s what I intended when I started this?
Kissing my way down his body, I take my time getting to know him again. I know him better than anyone, and being without him for so long has made me afraid of risking my heart again. Being with Noah makes me feel alive. Having him lying under me, showing me his trust brings tears to my eyes.
Before they can fall, I fight them back and use my tongue to trace the V he has leading down to his heavy cock and sac. He’s trimmed the hair surrounding his shaft, which turns me on. He’s gone bare before, but I much prefer the trimmed hair. There’s nothing as sexy as seeing him in a pair of jeans or sweats when they dip low and the teasing hint of hair shows.
Rubbing my nose against him as my tongue sneaks from between my lips, Noah arches up.
I smile.
Taking my time, I lick his balls before my tongue sweeps along his swollen cock and laps up the taste of pre-cum leaking from his crown.
As his taste bursts on my tongue, my own dick swells more than I thought possible. I press into the mattress to try and ease the ache he’s started but all that does is arouse me all the more.
Slipping my hands beneath Noah, I hold his ass in my hands and keep him against me as I slide my mouth down the length of him.
“Fuck…Ramon!” he growls.
Slowly, I let him slide back out before taking him deeper.
“Oh, fuck.” He arches into me. “No,” he roars and pulls me off him.
I raise my head and meet his burning gaze.
He closes his eyes. “I’m seconds from coming, and seeing you over me like that isn’t helping me to control the urge.” He breathes heavily. “I want to make you come with me.”
I smile, “Oh, I will,” and lick his quivering dick like a Popsicle, teasing him.
“Ramon…oh…God,” he groans, long and loud.
Music to my ears.
Grasping his thighs, I open him further for my eyes and rub my dick against the mattress, desperate for release.
Taking him fully into my mouth, I feel his hands slide against my scalp, looking for hair to grab onto. He makes me wish I’d never had all my hair cut off.
Refusing to let up, I take him deep and press against the sensitive spot on the underside of his cock with my tongue.
I reach up and stick my finger in his mouth for lubrication and nearly lose my load at the feel of the wet warmth surrounding my digit.
Groaning, as my dick twitches releasing more pre-cum on the bed, I slide my fingers slowly between his legs and find the entrance to heaven.
Pushing my lubricated finger inside him, he hooks one of his legs over my hip and starts fucking my mouth as my finger plunges deep inside of him.
While he’s lost in what I’m doing to him, my own hips rock against the bed, creating an unbelievably hot friction. Noah makes a gurgling noise in the back of his throat and starts coming. Feeling his hot release in my mouth sends excitement coursing through me and I thrust my hips against the bed in an effort to control my own need.
As soon as I’ve lapped all his release up, I quickly straddle him. The minute his hand wraps around my dick, my release shoots out, coating his stomach, chest, and even the headboard.
Groaning and panting for breath, I knock his hand from me and slide down to the bed beside him. Noah grabs the sheet and uses it to clean himself up before I feel him wiping my cock.
The action causes my cock to rise again as I pull him between my legs so he can lie with his head on my chest. His hands go around my waist as he holds me close.
My mind is working overtime trying to figure out what’s going through his. Does he regret what we’ve just done? Does he feel that I’ve forgiven and forgotten him walking away, no matter the reason?
As my fingers play with the hair at the nape of his neck, he sighs against me before I feel his lips against my chest. He settles back down, and whispers, “You’ve no idea how much I’ve missed you…and I don’t just mean the sex.”
“I have a feeling I do.”
He tilts his head to look at me. I cup his head in my hands and bring him closer to meet my lips.
There isn’t an explosion of lust, but there is a tender feeling that fills me as soon as our mouths connect. We both keep the kiss gentle and, when we finally separate, I keep him close.
“Will you come to my cabin for the weekend?” I ask the question that has been on my lips since yesterday. Noah stays silent, so I continue, “It will give you more time to heal before we have to act like boss and employee at the site on Monday.”