Chapter 89: Rather be [M]
The world narrows down to a single sensation, the warm, wet heat of Noelle’s mouth engulfing me. A deep, guttural groan tears from my throat, echoing through the room. I’ve never felt anything like this—his mouth, his hands, the way his fingers expertly play at my base and tease my balls. It’s too much, yet not enough. Heaven, no—this is beyond that. This is pure ecstasy, an intoxicating blend of pleasure that has my mind unraveling at the seams.
My hips jerk forward involuntarily, a desperate reaction to the maddening heat, but the bindings keep me in place. The pressure of the restraints digging into my skin only adds to the wild storm of sensations coursing through me. I feel caged, burning with a desire I can’t fulfill on my own. The sounds filling the air are sinful—my own groans, the wet sounds of his movements, the low hum of his approval. The wooden chair beneath me creaks with every twitch of my body, amplifying the tension in the room. It feels as though the entire world has shrunk down to this moment, to this unbearable need.
Then his tongue—goddess above—his tongue does something, some twist or flick that sends a shockwave through my body. I nearly lose control, my muscles seizing with pleasure so intense I can barely breathe. My mouth opens, a raw, needy sound escaping me before I can stop it.
"That’s it, my star," I pant out, the words thick on my tongue, hoarse and wrecked.
Noelle responds with a hum, the vibrations sending tremors of pleasure rippling through my body, down my spine, and pooling low in my gut. It’s like liquid fire, consuming everything in its path.
"I’m close," I manage to choke out, desperate for release. But the moment the words leave my lips, I regret it.
Immediately, everything stops. His mouth pulls away, the unbearable warmth gone, leaving me exposed to the cool air, my cock throbbing painfully from the abrupt halt. I groan, frustration knotting in my stomach as the pressure, the need, remains unfulfilled. My body aches for him, for that sweet release he continues to deny me.
"Noelle..." I growl, my voice low, edged with both frustration and desperation.
But Noelle just chuckles, the sound dark and rough, his voice hoarse from his earlier efforts. "Thorne, you’re so big," he murmurs, his breath heavy against my skin, "my jaw hurts."
Despite my frustration, a surge of pride swells in my chest at his words. My lips curl into a smirk, the cockiness slipping in despite the helpless position he’s put me in.
"You don’t hate it though, do you?" I shoot back, a low chuckle escaping me.
"Get off your high horse," he snaps back playfully, but I can hear the smile in his voice.