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I gasped and shot up as he brushed along my prostate. At the same time, he sucked my whole shaft into his mouth.

“Fuck,” I hissed. His snicker around my cock was both erotic as fuck and ridiculously irritating. His tongue massaged my shaft, and I slumped back into the bed.

I grabbed a pillow and stuffed it into my mouth. I wanted to scream and moan and not care who heard. He was sucking me with that warm, perfect mouth of his. No hesitation, no second guessing. There was only confidence and determination to make me feel good. It was sexy as fuck, and if I kept looking into his eyes, I would explode too soon.

“Put that away,” he ordered. “I want to see you when you cum.”

I was fucked. So unbelievably fucked because it was too good to keep quiet and too dangerous to scream.

“I can't keep quiet,” I turned my head, desperate for any kind of control. His tongue and his fingers had complete command of my body, and it begged the question, what would his cock do when he finally fucked me?

The thought of his cock inside me, moving instead of his fingers, made so much cum spill from my head, and I watched as Nolan sucked it up with zero hesitation. Perhaps, maybe, Nolan had been gay all along. Or maybe it was just me. I pretended that it was the latter. That Nolan wouldn’t do this for anyone else. It was just for me. He was just for me.

“You’ll do it because I told you to,” he growled, and suddenly, that dark eyed, surly look was the sexiest thing I had ever seen.

“Oh fuck.” My eyes rolled as he went back down, pumping the fingers inside me, curling just right. My swollen prostate was sensitive, and I convulsed with each thrust.

My hand threaded through his hair and into a tight fist. He groaned, and it was too much. He was enjoying himself on my dick, giving me more pleasure from his virgin mouth than he had any fucking right to.

“I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered as the hot blood rushed my body, and my balls drew up tight. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum.” His eyes flicked up to mine and he sucked as much of me into his mouth as he could. I hit the back of his throat and he gagged.

I lost it. Thrusting my hips up and gritting my teeth to keep myself silent, I came. Stars exploded in my vision, and everything became fuzzy and blurred.He drank me in. Every rope of cum went down his throat, and he didn’t spill a drop like a fucking pro.

My body jerked as he slowly withdrew his fingers. The whimper was torn between a sob and a moan. The loss of his warm fingers was devastating. God help me when he fucked me and withdrew his cock. I wasn’t sure I would survive.

Boneless didn’t quite describe it.

“Are you sure you’ve never sucked a cock before?” I asked through deep, gulping pants.

He was crawling back up my body, pressing little kisses along my skin. Each one made my body shiver.

“I think I would remember,” He muttered and nuzzled at my neck. I didn’t even have it in me to turn my head to allow access. He did it for me, giving me a nudge and sucking the skin right under my jaw.

“Fucking hell,” I ran my hands through my hair and tried to catch my breath. “Where the fuck did you learn that?” My heart was pounding harder than it ever had.

He chuckled. “Research.”

I moaned and held on to him tight.

“Where the fuck are you doing your research?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he left a long, languid kiss down my neck.

“If you give me a hickey, I‘m fucked.” He stopped instantly and pressed a simple kiss to the spot.

“I’ll have to give you hickeys in other places then.” He kissed my forehead.

I was floating, and I was relaxed. So, so relaxed. The only thing that worried me was a mostly straight man had sucked me off, and that was usually when they reached their limit.

“Was that okay?” I asked. “Are you okay? Did it hurt?” I rested my hand on his ribs where Ennis had tried to end him.

Watching Nolan take that hit was one of the worst things I had ever witnessed. Especially since I knew exactly why he went after Ennis like that. He did it to make a point to Ennis and protect me.

The bruise was awful, and it would get worse.

He cocked his head at me.