Slowing the kiss down, and ignoring the throb at my zipper, I gently ease up on Noah and nibble along his jaw with a nip to his earlobe while my hands roam over his naked chest. Noah moans and pushes his groin into me. Oh, he’s ready for me.
With a quick kiss to his lips, I pull away and make quick work of his belt and jeans. Shoving them down his legs his beautiful cock appears—hard and thick.
“Touch me,” he hisses.
“I will,” I groan at the sight.
Quickly turning a chair around to face us, I grab Noah and keep him upright as I push him down into the chair.
“Umm, this feels good,” Noah whispers while he strokes his own dick. “It would feel better if you were down here.” He points to the floor between his spread knees. His ankles aren’t that far apart because of his jeans wrapped around them.
I smirk and drop to the floor. “This okay?”
“No. Closer.”
My eyes stay on his cock as he strokes, drawing more pre-cum out of the bulging head. My own cock is fit to burst, but he isn’t getting his hand on that right now. This, right here, right now, is about Noah.
“I want to see your cock.”
“What?”
“You heard me, Ramon. I want to see your penis in the flesh. Right now, you’re teasing with the bulge you have going on, but I love looking at you.”
My breath catches in my throat at his words, and I find I can’t refuse. I can set my own rules though. “You don’t touch my cock or my ass. This is about you.”
He growls. “Do it.”
Tossing my shirt over my head, I yank at my belt and fastenings only to sigh in relief when my erection hits cool air.
“That’s a lot better…but if you don’t do something soon, I’m going to be flying by my own hand.” Noah strokes his cock and keeps a tight hold around the base and his sac.
“Don’t move,” I hiss.
Caressing up his thighs, I rub where I can reach between his legs and smile when his cock twitches. I watch as more pre-cum trickles from the slit seconds before I use my tongue to taste.
Noah catches his breath. I delight in my own power over him when I feel a slight tremor in his legs. Knowing I’m doing this to him heightens my own arousal, which has my dick tingling and releasing pre-cum.
Needing the ache between my own balls eased, I wrap a hand around my shaft and start to fist back and forth.
Wanting more of Noah, I knock his hands away and use mine to massage his balls and dick. His, “Fuck, fuck, Ramon,” when I take him into my mouth has my balls pulling up so damn tight, I’m afraid they’re going to burst.
My hand plays with his sac as my fingers search between his legs for the tender spot that usually sends him shooting into orbit. His whole body tenses when I find the spot.
I lightly stroke the spot with my finger as my mouth works him over, taking him deeper as his fingers slide into my hair and gently tug.
Feeling the tingles of pleasure in my own dick gathering at lightning speed with my orgasm fast approaching, I glance up at Noah. His eyes are shining with love for me.
I can’t hold off anymore, and press between Noah’s legs as I take all of his cock into my mouth, humming around him.
His cum splashes against the back of my throat, and sets off my own release. I suck and massage Noah while he’s releasing inside me, and pump my own dick in a fucking pleasurable release of my own.
By the time we’re both sated, Noah tugs my head from his lap, hissing, “I can’t take any more,” before he seals our lips together in an all too brief kiss. “I can taste myself on you.” He kisses me again, and again, and again. “I can’t get enough.”
I gently squeeze his sac and watch as Noah throws his head back and pushes into my hand. “No fucking way are we going again in your office.”
Sad, but I’d have to agree.
My own hand is sticky as hell, not to mention Noah’s jeans.
I sit back on my heels and laugh. Noah raises a brow in question.
“My jizz hit your jeans…Sorry. I forgot they were there.” I look around for my shirt before grabbing it and cleaning my dick…and Noah’s jeans.
I smirk. “You’re truly claimed.”
“Wiseass,” Noah grumbles. “You feeling better now?”
“I should be asking you that question.” I pull my pants back up and root around in the small closet that I keep extra clothes in. Unable to find another shirt, I drag out a T-shirt and a pair of work jeans along with my boots. Might as well make it look like a complete change.
While I’m dressing, I keep glancing over at Noah. I need to make sure he really is okay. He looks it, but the frown marring his brow tells me something is bothering him.
“Talk to me,” I ask him while changing from my pants to the jeans. “Please.” I fasten the jeans.
“What the hell happened up there today? Those are heavy as fuck for less than four people to lift, and there weren’t four people up there. As far as I know, there wasn’t anyone up above the third floor, which is where I’d just come from.”
“So you are okay. Inside and outside, you’re fine?”
Noah quickly kisses me on the lips before taking a step back. “Yes. I promise you that I’m fine. I’m just concerned about how that happened.”