Noah approached Ian, who looked calm and collected, far calmer than Noah felt.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Ian captured Noah’s fingers and twined them with his. He lifted Noah’s hands and pressed them to his chest. Noah closed his eyes and held tight to Ian. He let go of everything else.
“I want to do this.”
Ian raked his gaze over Noah’s body. “I’ve thought about this all week.” He rasped. “All the things I want to do to you. Those sites, Noah, the ideas they gave me. I wanted to come so many times, but I didn’t. I saved it for you.”
Noah might have whimpered.
“Get on your knees and get my cock out.”
Noah shivered at the command. There was something wrong about being on this side of things. But something not wrong. Because Noah would do anything to please Ian, and if that meant kneeling and sucking his cock, Noah could do it.
He sank to his knees far less gracefully than he’d imagined he’d be, and he laughed. “That was smoother in my head.” Noah sucked in a deep breath and reached for Ian’s pants.
“Uh uh. No hands.”
Noah’s hands stilled, and he looked up at Ian, who didn’t smile. He looked—oh fuck—he looked amazing. Noah leaned in and closed his teeth around one of the laces holding Ian’s pants shut. At least he hadn’t gone for buttons or zippers, Noah thought.
The laces popped free and Noah tugged at the leather with his teeth.
“If you need help, you can ask.”
Noah flicked his gaze up to meet Ian’s. “Please.”
“Come on, sweetheart, you can do better than that.”
Noah closed his eyes and leaned into Ian, letting him take his weight for a moment while he took a deep breath. He’d never been down here before, down here and asked to beg for something. Noah thought of things he could say, ways he might convince Ian to help him, but he couldn’t get his mouth to work.
Instead, he nuzzled into Ian’s leather-covered crotch and inhaled the scent there and before he lost his nerve, he moved lower. And lower. And lower still, until he was close enough.
He pressed a kiss to the top of Ian’s left foot before moving to the next one. He kissed the dips between Ian’s toes.
“Get up here.”
Noah sat back on his heels and Ian took a step forward, his thick cock in his hand. He shoved a hand into Noah’s hair and traced the head of his dick over Noah’s lips.
“Tell me you want this.” Ian eyes flashed with lust and need, and something Noah hadn’t seen before, but desperately craved. Something Noah didn’t have a name for, but he craved it.
“I want this.”
“If you need me to stop, you tell me to stop, okay?”
Noah wet his lips. “Yes, sir.”
Ian growled. “Open that pretty mouth of yours, sweetheart and don’t you dare close your eyes.”
Noah let go.
He let go of the rest of the world. Of everything he’d been before this moment and everything he thought he’d be after. He let go, and he held tight to Ian as Ian’s cock slid into his mouth.
Whoever he used to be vanished. Whoever he would become, he had no idea, but in that moment, with Ian standing over him, remaking him, it didn’t matter.
Chapter Twenty
His throat burned. Tears leaked from his eyes. Ian kept an iron grip on Noah’s skull and fucked his face. Long, deep strokes pressed against the back of his throat and he forced Noah to swallow him down.
There was praise too. More than the words flowing from his lips. There was the look on Ian’s face, something bright curled his mouth into a soft smile, even as something dark flashed in his eyes. He gripped Noah’s head and drove his cock deep.
“You look so good down there,” Ian said hoarsely. “Such a pretty little slut.” The words were a shock, but not as much as the slap to Noah’s cheek.
He’d experienced nothing quite like it before. The slap didn’t hurt. But it jarred something loose. Something Noah hadn’t known existed. The thirst started slowly, and he pulled off Ian’s cock. He stared up at him and could hardly believe the words that came out of his mouth.
“Do it again. Please.”
Ian thrust inside. “Which part?” Ian asked, pushing his cock deeper. “The part where I tell you what a good slut you are?” Noah hummed and Ian slapped his other cheek. “That’s what I thought. My sweetheart is a good little whore.” Ian punished his throat with a few more rough strokes before he pulled out. He fisted his cock and slapped Noah across the face with it.
“Do you want your surprise?”
“Please.” Noah trembled at Ian’s feet. So many emotions warred within him. A lust more ferocious than he’d ever felt. Like it started at his toes and worked its way up through his body. But he felt needy, too. Desperate. The way he craved Ian’s touch was unlike anything he’d ever felt.
“Hey, sweetheart. It’s okay.” Ian bent down and cradled Noah’s face in his hands. “You’re shaking. Do you need to stop?”
“Please, no. I want… I want to see this through.”
Ian eyed him for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. But you say the word and we’re done.” Ian kissed him, long and slow with languid strokes of his tongue. He was gentle, but he ruled the kiss with a firm command.
“Get up on the bed.”
Noah rose to his feet with a groan. He definitely wasn’t as young as he used to be, and his knees protested.
He climbed onto the bed and looked back at Ian. “How do you want me?”
“Mmm, as pretty as your face is, I want you on your stomach.”
Noah climbed up onto the bed and stretched out. He pillowed his chin on his hands and waited. He closed his eyes when a bag rustled, and he tried not to peek when the bed dipped with Ian’s weight. A warm hand settled on the space of flesh between Noah’s shoulders.
Ian exhaled a shaking breath and Noah wanted to soothe his nerves.
“I want to blindfold you. And gag you.”
“Okay.” Noah exhaled.
“I want to bind your wrists, but I’ll leave you freedom of movement in case you need to stop.”
Noah bit back a smile. Ian was cautiously confident as he proceeded. He slipped a blindfold over Noah’s eyes, then slid a simple ball gag into Noah’s mouth. It wasn’t overly large, but it would stop Noah from talking. He kept his eyes shut even though the blindfold was in place and paid attention to Ian’s careful movement as he bound Noah’s wrists together, but as promised, Noah could still move his arms, meaning that in a pinch he could remove the blindfold and gag. That was probably for the best. Ian was an inexperienced dom, and he wanted to do this without Noah having to hold his hand.
In the background, music started to play, and Noah tried to smile around the gag. Leave it to Ian to bring 90s music into the bedroom as ambiance. The volume was low, but Noah followed along with the familiar songs.
Ian didn’t speak. He moved Noah’s legs apart and smoothed his hands up in between them, caressing his flesh. Noah inhaled when Ian reached his ass and spread his cheeks apart.
Lips pressed against the cheek of his ass and for a moment, Noah was back in time, pinned up against Ian’s truck in a dark field; music playing on the radio and a curfew breathing down their necks. A warm, wet tongue brought Noah back to the present. Noah moaned and tried to press back on Ian’s face. It had been years since anyone had touched him there, especially like that. A sharp crack on Noah’s ass made him yelp.