Page 53 of Hard Count
“We do,” Noah said as he dropped to his knees as they stood in the hallway. He unzipped Piper’s jeans and took his cock in his mouth. Slow, deep, and focused worship that made Piper’s head fall back against the wall.
Piper grabbed Noah’s hair, not pulling, just holding on. When Piper came quickly, Noah swallowed every ounce and stayed there until Piper’s legs stopped shaking.
Then Noah stood, kissed him, and led him to the bedroom.
Noah reached for a long black silk scarf from the nightstand. He held it up so Piper could see it clearly.
“You okay if I tie you to the bed? If I worship you?”
Piper looked at the silk scarf that was nothing like the cold bars of the cage. It felt like an offering instead of a command. He nodded.
Noah tied Piper’s wrists to the headboard. Just tight enough that Piper felt it when he moved. He looked at Piper like something worth studying, not something to own, just Piper.
Noah’s mouth started at his throat. Then down to his pecs, tongue circling each nipple. Down the center of his stomach, licking the line of hair below his navel. He took his time, not rushing the moment.
When Noah got his mouth around Piper’s cock the second time, Piper was already fully hard again, and the wet heat of Noah’s mouth was the softest thing Piper had ever felt. Noah took his cock deep in his mouth, one hand wrapped loosely around the base. Piper’s hips pushed up as the silk held his wrists. He could not cover his face, could not grab at Noah’s hair, could only lie there and take it. Noah hummed around him, low and pleased, and Piper made a sound he had never heard himself make before.
Noah kept going after it as he licked up the underside of Piper’s cock, eventually kissing the head.
“Not yet.”
Piper was panting. Cock flushed dark, wet with spit, bouncing against his stomach.
Noah turned him over gently, spread him open, and licked his ass with slow, calculated tongue formations. Long licks from the base up to his hole, then pointed, wet pressure against the rim. The slick pressure made Piper’s hips jerk. Noah held him steady, tongue working in determined circles, then pulsing into him, tasting him like he had all night. Spit ran down Piper’s crackonto his balls. He was going to come just from this. He knew he was.
Noah pulled himself up.
“Not yet, Ashton.”
Piper made a sound that was somewhere between a whimper and a curse. Noah laughed softly against his skin and went back to work. Tongue, then a finger, then two fingers with spit, sliding in alongside his tongue, finding the spot that made Piper’s thighs shake. Three fingers, deeper now, while Noah’s mouth came back up to kiss the base of Piper’s spine. Every touch felt deliberate. Every sound Noah made was low and pleased, like Piper was the only thing in the world worth tasting.
“Noah.”
“Yeah.”
“Please.”
“Say it again.”
“Please.”
Noah turned him back over carefully. Kissed him once. Piper could taste himself on Noah’s mouth, and that alone almost pushed him over the edge.
Noah’s mouth was back on Piper’s cock, deeper this time, and this time let him come. Piper came with his wrists pulling against the silk and his back arched off the bed, a heavy load shooting down Noah’s throat. Noah swallowed every ounce of it, and stayed on him as Piper shook through it.
“Can you keep going?” Noah asked.
“Keep going, Noah,” Piper demanded.
Noah climbed up against his body. Kissed him slow and deep.
“You still with me?”
Piper nodded. He could barely speak.
Noah smiled. “Good.”
He reached for the lube and worked Piper’s hole with it, watching his face the whole time. Piper’s wrists were still in thesilk. He could feel every shift in his shoulders. He could not reach up. He could only lie there and let Noah take his time.
