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Chapter nineteen
Declan
T he second Noah clicked the restraints around my wrists and ankles, something in me silenced.
It was like the difference between the hum of an air conditioner in the background to then facing blessed, blessed quiet.
And Noah brought the quiet for me like no one else.
He ran his callused palms along my sides, and the sensation rippled through me even stronger with the blindfold on. That element amplified me higher until I solely existed in the moment. My mind wasn’t churning through processes or tumbling off in different directions. Instead, I was here and focused on this time with him, just a receptacle for pleasure.
I’d never been more turned on in my life.
“Even my fantasies weren’t this filthy,” Noah said, his voice a low rumble. “I need to devour you first. God, Declan.”
“Please.” My voice was hoarse with lust. I rested my forehead on the rumpled blankets on top of the mattress. It smelled like Noah—sage and a forest—and I drew in a deep inhale. I wanted him to consume me in every way.
His big hands rested on my ass cheeks, and he pried them open, the cooler air sensitive on my hole. His heated breath puffed there a moment later, and a shiver ran down my spine.
His tongue pressed against my hole, the wetness taking me by surprise for a moment. Except he’d already given me warning, and my brain settled at once as the pleasure took over. Noah lapped at me with dedicated persistence, his fervor entering my bloodstream. I tried to blink, but my lashes brushed against the soft fabric around my eyes.
For as much as I grew nervous around power outages or unfathomable depths, the dark comforted me here.
Because with Noah, I experienced a safety that I never thought I’d find with another human.
A moan left my lips as spit dripped down my leg. Noah was relentless, alternating between licking, nipping, and sucking at my hole. He varied the pressure, the intensity, the location, and the way he kept me guessing had me suspended in this moment, feeling everything he did to me. My cock hung heavily between my legs, and a gush of precum dribbled from it. Truthfully, I didn’t even care if I got off or not. I just wanted Noah inside me again and again and again to be used for his pleasure.
I tried to move my wrists, but the restraints tugged me back in place. A rush of endorphins shot through me. The feedback loop was heady, and Noah ate me out with the sort of intensity that had my whole body near vibrating. A frisson of lust rippled through me at the way I was splayed out for him, completely helpless…and completely safe in his hands.
When he pulled away, he let out a low curse. As much as I wanted to see what he looked like, my imagination filled in the blanks. Besides that, I didn’t want to leave this velvet dark. As long as Noah’s body was touching mine, we were the only things in existence.
“God, you have the most perfect ass,” he said. “I can’t wait to sink inside it, beautiful.”
“Hope you brought plenty of condoms,” I said, my voice muffled by the mattress. “I’m expecting repeat performances.”
“Look, I’ll do what I can, but I’m not superhuman.” Noah ran his fingertips in circles around my ass cheek. “My recovery time isn’t what it used to be.”
“I don’t need it to be. Just keep your cock in my mouth for as long as it takes.”
The idea of being stuffed full of him, of keeping a part of him inside me, was all I needed. Lust roared through me, and my balls ached. I was going to be desperate and dripping precum through this whole thing, but I wanted to prolong our time together for as long as possible.
“Fuuuuuck,” Noah groaned. “Dec, you’re killing me.”
“I hope not. I need your cock in me first.”
He squeezed my hip, and a sharp laugh escaped him. “Harsh taskmaster.”
“Someone’s got to keep you in line.”
He ran his hand along my side again, the movement soft, tender. “I’m glad it’s you.” He sucked in a sharp breath. “I’m going to get the condom on now. I’m not going anywhere.”
The mattress creaked beneath me as he shifted, and his hands left me. I didn’t like that. The comfort and heat of his touch escaped with him, and the one solace was the rip of the foil wrapper behind me, the rustling of his movements.
“Want me to work you open?” he asked.
“Only if it’s with your cock. ”
“Such a smart mouth.” He settled behind me again, resting his hands on my hips, and all was right in the world. I sank into the space from before. “Let’s see how much you’re able to sass me when it’s stuffed full.”
Ngh. God, I needed that.
I shifted, and the restraints around my wrists and ankles jostled, reminding me I was snugly stuck under Noah.
Noah tapped at my hole with two fingers, a filthy little slap that sent sparks through me. A second later, cool wetness dripped there, and he rubbed in the lube. He brushed the tip of his cock against my hole, and another moan escaped me. I wanted to sink back and take the whole thing in one go, but I was strapped up and unable to move much.
He pushed the first inch in, and the low noise that came from his throat was debauched. I bit down on my lower lip, waiting as he paused there. Fuck, I needed him to slide in all the way more than I needed my next breath. And I needed that unless I was to die by fucking.
Noah glided deeper inside me, his thick cock giving the stretch I craved. Each inch brought me closer and closer to the fullness I’d been aching for. He took his time but thrust in with a confidence and surety that was so damn hot.
Finally—finally—he sank all the way inside me.
“God, you’re so tight,” he groaned. “I could just live here.”
“Yes, please.” I opened my mouth, but before I could make demands, he pulled back and pushed in again. A loud moan escaped me, and pleasure rushed through me. Fuuuuck. He felt so perfect inside me. The heat from his cock, the thrill of how he filled me up and stretched me—goddamn, I wanted to be attached to Noah forever.
Noah built up a rhythm, rocking into me with an intensity that built and built and built. I couldn’t see anything, but that made it hotter. I surrendered to the feel of him behind me, of his big hands gripping me tight. Noah surrounded me in the best way, his massive frame wrapped around mine, and he pounded into me with increasing force. I rocked forward, the bed creaking with our movements.
I adored everything about this. My heart soared at the connection I never thought would be accessible to me, at how Noah listened and not only didn’t mind my need for clarity but celebrated it. He was the first person I’d felt this swooping freefall with, and normally, I’d be terrified.
But I trusted him.
“Fucking hell, Dec. You fit me so well.” He continued to pump into me. The slap of skin to skin echoed through the room, which filled with the sharp scent of sweat. “Such a perfect little fucktoy.”
Ngh. Adrenaline pumped through me hot and hard. I liked that far too much.
“Use me,” I begged, my breath coming out in pants. “Come in me and use my mouth.”
“Fuck, I’m not going to hold back.”
“Don’t,” I challenged. “I want you to come in me again and again before I do.”
Noah didn’t stop fucking into me but slammed right into my prostate. Bliss flashed through me with every pass, and my breath snagged in my throat. My cock was weeping into the comforter, my balls heavy. However, I didn’t want release—not yet. I wanted to be used and marked by him until we were no longer able to be separated. He threaded his fingers through my hair, his other hand still gripping my hip tight, and he yanked my head up.
The sting rocketed through me. All I could do was feel—the firmness of his hold, the fierceness of his thrusts, the burn of the way he stretched me open.
“Oh, fuck, Declan,” he gasped .
His cock pulsed inside me, and his movements stuttered. A long, low moan escaped him, resounding through the space between us. Fuck, that was sexy. He collapsed over me for a second, the sweat of his chest imprinting on my back. His ragged breaths resounded in my ear, and the heat of them sent shivers down my spine.
“All right, gorgeous,” he said, his voice lowering in timbre. “Going to get my cock ready again?”
My chest sparked with light. I loved how he listened to what I wanted—no judgment—and he rolled with it. Noah was the fluidity to my rigidity, and I hadn’t realized how much I needed that balance in my life.
“Yessss.” My mouth watered at the thought.
Noah pulled out of me, and the second the fullness left, a complaint bubbled up in my throat. However, even though I was empty, a few creaks of the bed sounded, and a moment later, he settled in front of me, his presence clear, even though I didn’t have the visual. His big hands grasped my hair to lift my head up again, and I opened my mouth.
“God, you’re such a sexy sight,” he said. “Clean me off, sweetheart.”
The head of his cock rested on my lower lip, and my tongue darted out. The saltiness of his cum hit my tongue, and a new hunger roared through me. I wanted more. I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth, the velvet feel of it mingling with the taste of his cum. It had deflated, which made it easy to draw him all the way in, and I ran the tip of my tongue along and around it.
Ngh. I liked this far too much. Having some part of Noah inside me was my new happy place, and I was obsessed.
I sucked on him, the flaccid cock easy to manage. At his full length, I’d probably gag, but that was a problem for once he got hard again. I trusted Noah would work with me as needed. My head swirled, dreaminess settling inside me, as I swallowed down his cock. My length hung heavily between my legs, neglected and desperate. My balls ached with a ferocity that grew by the second, but I didn’t want that taken care of. I wanted Noah inside me right now, any way I could get him.
“Holy fuck, Declan,” Noah groaned. “Your mouth is going to be the death of me.”
Already, his cock plumped up. Unexpected, given our age and the usual refraction time, but the cock could be a mysterious creature when it wanted to be. The sting of the light pull on my hair sent adrenaline pulsing through me, and he let out a low, filthy curse again. Satisfaction rippled through me at the way his cock filled up more, stretching out in my mouth.
The longer I sucked, the harder he grew, and my balls ached with the need to come. The feel of him inside me turned me on in such an extreme way. I was addicted, and I didn’t want to stop.
I shifted, giving my limbs some micro-movements.
“Are you okay?” Noah asked.
I gave a slight bob of my head, even though my mouth was still stuffed full of his cock. Warmth filtered through me at how he checked in, at the myriad ways he showed he cared. This was what I’d always hoped for in a partner, and he’d been right under my nose all these years.
He thickened, filling out more, and drool dripped down my chin. I gagged, and he pulled back to give me a chance to breathe. I sucked in a noisy breath before he nudged the tip of his cock in again. He kept a tight grip on my hair and slowly fucked in and out of my mouth, not driving in deep.
“Goddamn,” he groaned. “I have no idea how you got me hard so fast. Your mouth is fucking magic, gorgeous.” He ran his free hand down my cheek in a tender motion, and my heart squeezed tight .
I was in deep with him, deeper than I’d been with another soul. I’d never experienced this connection to another human—never wanted to, really. Except with Noah. He was this consuming force when we were together, yet he also gave me the space I needed apart as well. We were opposites in every way, which should have been detrimental, but instead, we meshed perfectly.
He pulled out of my mouth, and I hated the emptiness. When he let go of my hair, my head dropped to the mattress, and I didn’t try to lift it, still surrounded by the velvet dark. The sound of ripping foil behind me set me on edge, but I was more than ready for him to slide right back into my hole.
Noah nudged the tip of his cock against my hole, but unlike before, he didn’t wait around. He sank inside me with ease, and a choked groan left my lips.
He fucked into me with a rhythm, and having him inside me soothed some sort of itch. The insatiable urge to be connected to him rose like a drumbeat in my mind. Noah’s hands were around my hips, his cock inside me, and he moved with a steadiness that lulled me into this floaty space. Pleasure rushed through me each time he thrust, and I lost myself in the headiness of it. In the way he played my body like it was his instrument to command.
God, he felt amazing, and I drifted, like I floated in liminal space as he used my body. My cock hung heavily between my legs, the ache in my balls was as regular as my heartbeat, but I couldn’t do anything, not strapped like I was.
I wasn’t sure if he fucked me for minutes or hours, but I drifted on this bliss as pleasure rocked through me again and again. The slap of our skin amplified our connection with each passing second.
And then all of a sudden, he was stiffening, his cock was pulsing, and he was coming .
And then all of a sudden, he speared his fingers through my hair again, lifting my head, and his cock entered my mouth.
I sucked and sucked and sucked, my mind whirling, my whole body in this dreamy space. The salt of his cum burst onto my tongue, and I drank it down.
“Have you had enough, gorgeous?” he asked, his voice wrecked.
I shook my head the slightest bit, even though his cock plumped in my mouth again. I wasn’t sure how long we’d been there, but I didn’t want to leave this space.
“I think I can manage one more time.” He ran a thumb down my cheek.
He pulled out of my mouth again and I wasn’t sure how many minutes, hours had passed, but there he was, sliding into my slightly sore hole. We must’ve both been nearing our limits, but he fucked into me, and I lost myself in this place where everything drifted by. Where my whole being was consumed by pleasure. The ache in my balls was relentless, but then a hand wrapped around my cock.
And oh god, the relief was instantaneous.
Three strokes from his big palm and I was shooting into the bed. He let out a low groan. His cock pulsed inside me for the last time.
“Fuck, Declan,” he whispered, his voice reverent in the hushed air. “You’re perfect.”
I’d never been perfect for anyone, no matter how hard I tried to put on the mask, to perform the normal games.
And here he was, finding me perfect without all the fanfare and effort. Simply as myself.
He slid out of me, caressing my ass cheek, my side, my shoulder. He undid the straps around my wrists and ankles, and I collapsed onto my side on the bed. Then he untied the blindfold, and I squinted, my eyes not adjusted to even the slightest scrap of light. Noah was at my side, rubbing circles on my limbs, pressing kisses to my sweaty skin. Even with the blindfold removed, darkness kept threatening to descend, my eyelids so very heavy.
One thought circled in my mind before I passed out.
God, I was utterly in love.