Chapter 349: Heat r18 pt 2

Every time I squirmed or tried to close my legs from the overwhelming realization that the same man I sat by for weeks praying he would wake up was currently tongue deep between my thighs, he held me open and teased me.

"Relax for me, sweetheart," Cassian murmured against my skin, pressing a kiss right beside my hole.

"You’re doing so well." His tongue pushed deeper, paired with one thick finger that curled gently, searching until he found my prostate.

"Ahh.." The first firm press made me moan loudly.

He smiled against me. "Right there? Feel good?"

I nodded frantically, too embarrassed to say it out loud.

He kept working me, tongue and finger together, building that deep, aching pleasure while whispering softly. "look at you... leaking all over yourself already. So pretty when you let go for me."

By the time he added a second finger, curling both against my prostate in slow, milking strokes, I was trembling and whimpering his name, completely lost in the intimate heat of his mouth and hands.

CASSIAN

I pulled my tongue away from Noah’s hole and looked up at him. He was flushed all the way down his chest, breathing fast, one arm thrown over his eyes like he could hide from what I was doing to him. Cute.

I kissed the inside of his thigh, slow and deliberate. "Come."

Noah hesitated, that familiar shy pause I’d grown addicted to. I waited, watching him.

After a second he moved, sliding down the bed until he was on his knees between my legs again.

His eyes flicked up to mine, uncertain. I cupped his jaw, thumb brushing his bottom lip, then leaned forward and kissed him deep.

He tasted himself on my tongue and made a soft, embarrassed sound into my mouth, but he didn’t pull away.

I kept the kiss filthy and slow, letting him lick every trace of his own hole off my lips and tongue.

"Good," I murmured against his mouth when I finally let him breathe. "That’s good."

I leaned back against the headboard, legs spread, and guided his head back down to my cock. He was still nervous, but he opened for me without being told twice.

When I leaned back against the headboard, I guided his head down to my cock.

"Open."He did.

The first slide into his warm mouth was perfect. I rested my hand heavy in his hair and started moving his head with slow, deliberate strokes, pushing deeper each time.

Noah gagged softly when I hit the back of his throat but didn’t pull away. I kept going, feeding him more until his eyes watered and spit started dripping down my shaft.

"That’s it," I murmured, voice low.

"Make it wet."

I pushed a little harder, fucking his throat with controlled thrusts. The sounds were filthy, wet, sloppy gagging, the constant drip of spit running down his chin onto my balls.

Noah’s hands clutched my thighs, not pushing me away, just holding on while I used his mouth.

Every time he choked, his throat squeezed around me and more spit spilled out, making everything slick and messy.

I kept one hand fisted in his hair, guiding him exactly how I wanted, slow and deep, then faster, enjoying the way his face got flushed and tear-streaked.

"Look at you," I said calmly, watching his lips stretch around me. "Taking it so well."

I held him down a little longer each time, letting his throat flutter and work around the head of my cock before pulling him back up for air.

Thick strings of spit connected his lips to my shaft every time he gasped. His own cock was leaking steadily onto the floor between his knees.

I could see how hard he was struggling to stay focused, but he kept sucking, kept letting me fuck his face like he needed it.

After several long minutes I finally eased him off.

Noah coughed, lips swollen and shiny, chin covered in spit.

I wiped his bottom lip with my thumb and kissed him again, slower this time, tasting the mess we’d made.

"On your back," I told him.He moved quickly, lying down with his legs spread for me.

I settled between his thighs, careful with the lingering stiffness in my side, and slid two fingers back into his hole. He was still loose and slick from my tongue earlier.

I curled them immediately, dragging right across his prostate in firm come-hither strokes.Noah arched with a broken moan.

I pressed my other palm low on his belly, right above his pubic bone, and pushed down gently while my fingers worked inside him.

The combination made his whole body jerk.

I switched rhythms, slow deep curls, then pulsing pressure, holding my fingers firm against that spot before releasing.

Then quicker, shallow taps right on his prostate. Noah started leaking almost immediately, clear prostatic fluid dripping from his cock onto his stomach and the sheets

"Look at the mess you’re making," I said, voice steady. "All that just from my fingers."

He whimpered, trying to hide his face in the pillow. I kept going, grinding my fingers in small, firm circles, massaging his prostate from every angle while keeping steady pressure on his lower belly.

More fluid leaked out with every stroke, running down his shaft in thin, steady streams. His hole clenched and fluttered around my fingers, and his thighs started shaking uncontrollably.

I didn’t rush. I milked him patiently, switching between the different techniques, watching every reaction, the way his eyebrows pulled together, the soft broken sounds he couldn’t hold back, how his cock twitched untouched every time I pressed just right.

"Cassian..." he breathed, voice wrecked and shy.

"I know," I answered, calm and low.

I kept working him like that, edging him closer then easing off, then building him right back up until he was a trembling, leaking mess beneath me.

The sheets were soaked under him. My own cock throbbed, impatient, but I waited.

I wanted him completely soft and open before I finally fucked him properly.