I started to fuck him, thrusting my cock into his mouth, down his throat. He took it, swallowing me like a professional circus performer working with swords. He had one hand on the back of the couch and the other on my thigh, pulling me in further. My balls slapped against his wet chin, the sounds of our sex filling the room, grunts and moans and wet macaroni squishing in a pot. All of it.

And it was getting me close. Too close. I hadn’t even gotten Noah out of his shorts. I couldn’t come yet.

I slowed down, pulled back, Noah sitting back with a gasp of air filling his lungs. I stroked myself, using his spit as lube, my palm gliding up and down. “Take those off,” I said, looking down at his straining shorts.

He didn’t think twice. Noah pulled down his shorts and kicked them off, his hard dick smacking against his stomach. Pink and firm, uncircumcised, throbbing, a clear drop of precome pooling at the tip.

Fucking delicious. I got off the couch and down onto my knees, parting his legs a little wider and holding him in my hands, holding his cock so that it stood aimed up at the ceiling, pulsing in my grip. I’d never seen a better-looking dick. And it wasn’t like dicks were known to be particularly pretty, although I personally found them all to be attractive in their own way, but Noah’s dick was just… fuck.

“Jerk off for me,” I said, leaning back just so I could watch.

Noah took himself in one hand.

“Hold up,” I said, leaning in and spitting on the head. “There. Go.”

His smirk turned lusty as he began to jerk himself off, using my spit as lube, spreading it up and down his shaft. He used his thumb to go over the head, lifting it to show off a clear string of precome. He went back to stroking, mixing his precome and my saliva, closing his eyes and opening his legs. His balls tightened, his free hand rubbing on his chest.

“Fuck, Noah, keep going. Just like that.”

I spit into my own hand and started to stroke, my core wound as tight as a spring about to snap. Watching Noah pleasure himself was one of the hottest damn things I’d ever laid eyes on. Seeing him thrust into his hand, his head falling back with his eyes shut and his lips shaped to form an O, it drove me wild. I jerked myself off harder, biting into my lower lip.

Part of me wanted to get up and sit on his lap, taking him inside me inch by inch. My hole clenched, my cock throbbed. I wanted him, so fucking bad. I needed him inside me, needing that beautiful cock stretching me open.

“God, I’m so fucking close, Noah.”