Chapter 350: Heat pt 3 r18

NOAH

Cassian lay back against the pillows, his breathing a little heavier from the effort of holding back.

The skin on his chest and abdomen gleamed with a faint sheen of sweat under the low bedroom light. He looked powerful even like this, recovering, not fully agile, but completely in control.

My heart hammered as I straddled him, knees on either side of his hips. I was still trembling from the relentless milking, my hole slick and twitching, cock leaking steadily against his stomach.

"Come here, Noah," he said, voice low and calm. "Get on top."

My heart slammed against my ribs. I hesitated, cheeks burning.

"I... I don’t know if I can. You’re still hurt and I might—"

"You can," he interrupted gently, one hand reaching for my hip.

I bit my lip, face burning. Part of me wanted to hide under the covers, but another part, the bratty, needy part I rarely let out, wanted to make him feel as wrecked as I did. I rose up on shaky knees, reached back, and lined his thick cock against my hole. Slowly, I sank down.

The stretch pulled a broken whimper out of me as he filled me inch by inch until I was seated fully in his lap.

He was so deep like this. I could feel every pulse inside me.

For a moment I just sat there, breathing hard, trying to adjust.

Cassian’s hands rested lightly on my thighs, thumbs stroking soothing circles. His eyes never left my face.

"That’s it," he murmured, voice low and warm. "Look at me."

I met his eyes, cheeks flaming. Then I started moving, shy little rolls of my hips at first, grinding in tight circles so the head of his cock pressed right against my spot.

The movement dragged his cock right across my prostate and sparks shot up my spine. The pleasure hit me like a wave.

I grew bolder, locking him deep and pulsing around him. I clenched around his on every grind, pulsing and milking him with my hole the way I’d learned from his fingers earlier. I rocked harder, feeling every inch drag over that swollen spot inside me.

"Fuck... Cassian," I whispered, embarrassed by how needy I sounded.

Cassian let out a low breath, his fingers tightening slightly on my thighs. "That’s it. Just like that."

The praise made me flush hotter.

I planted my hands on his chest for balance, carefully avoiding the worst at first and started riding him properly.

Up and down, grinding on every stroke down so the head of his cock battered my prostate relentlessly. I was leaking everywhere now, clear fluid smearing across his skin with every bounce.

I felt encouraged by how he was letting me set the pace.

"You’re... you’re still supposed to be resting," I gasped, even as I slammed down harder, taking him deeper. "But you feel so good inside me."

Cassian’s eyes darkened. A small, dangerous smile tugged at his lips. "Careful, Noah."

I kept going, riding him with more confidence, ass bouncing as I chased that intense prostate pleasure. Sweat was already starting to bead on my skin.

Cassian’s hands slid up, gripping harder.

He let me have it for a while, eyes half-opened, jaw tight as I got bolder, bouncing a little, ass slapping against his thighs.

The wet sounds were obscene. For a moment I felt powerful, riding the man who had survived bullets, making him breathe harder while I used his cock to milk myself exactly how I wanted.

Then Cassian’s grip on my hips tightened. His fingers dug in.

"My turn," he said calmly.

He planted his feet and started thrusting up into me faster, deeper and relentless, forcing me to take every inch.

I cried out, losing my rhythm as he took over completely. Each upward stroke hammered my prostate perfectly.

"Wait— Cassian, it’s too much," I whimpered, a rush of panic mixing with overwhelming pleasure. My hands pressed a little too hard on his chest. He hissed in pain but didn’t stop. If anything, his thrusts got sharper.

"You don’t get to run today," he said, voice dark but steady. One hand slid up to wrap around my throat, not squeezing hard, just holding me there, forcing me to keep looking at him. "Fight me if you want. This hole is getting filled either way."

I pushed weakly at his chest again, right over the wounds, feeling guilty and horribly turned on at the same time. "You’re still hurt—please—"

He ignored it, pulling me down harder onto his cock while thrusting up. The slap of skin on skin grew louder. I was a complete mess, slick sounds echoing every time he drove into me.

Sweat dripped down my chest onto his body.

Cassian leaned up slightly, ignoring the pull on his injuries, and caught one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking hard before biting down gently. I moaned loudly, hole clenching around him.

He licked a stripe up my chest, tasting my sweat, then sucked a dark mark Into the side of my throat.

The intimacy of it made my heart ache even as my body shook.

One hand moved to the back of my neck and pulled me down into a deep, hungry kiss while he kept fucking up into me.

The kiss was messy, passionate, tongues sliding together as he stayed buried to the hilt inside me. For a moment it felt like more than just sex.

When he broke the kiss, I was gasping.

He spanked my ass hard, the sting making me clench around him.

Then he did it again, alternating sides while he kept me bouncing on his cock.

I could feel sweat dripping down my back, mixing with the mess between us.

I was close already. My cock bounced between us, untouched, dripping.

Just as the orgasm started building deep in my prostate, Cassian wrapped his fingers around the base of my cock and squeezed, blocking it.

"Not yet," he said against my neck, voice rough but affectionate. "I want to feel you come on my cock properly."

"Cassian— please, I can’t hold it," I begged, voice cracking with embarrassment and desperation.

I tried to grind down harder, but he controlled everything now, forcing me to bounce on his cock while denying my release.

He kept me there, edging me mercilessly through what felt like forever, long, deep strokes mixed with short, brutal punches right against my prostate.

Every time I got close he squeezed the base again or slowed down. I was crying softly now, tears slipping down my cheeks from the intensity.

Then he let go.

The orgasm crashed through me so hard my vision blurred. I came untouched, prostate pulsing violently around his cock, shooting thick ropes across his chest and .

My hole spasmed wildly, milking him. Cassian groaned low, but he didn’t come. He kept thrusting through it, drawing it out until I was oversensitive and whimpering.

He flipped our positions carefully, still inside me, so I was on my back with him between my legs. The second round was slower, filthier, more intimate.

He kissed me deeply while buried to the hilt, tongue sliding against mine as he rolled his hips in lazy, grinding circles that kept constant pressure on my wrecked prostate.

"You can’t fall asleep just yet," he whispered between kisses, sucking another mark onto my collarbone. "Let me feel you again."

I wrapped my legs around him, hiding my face in his neck even as I moaned. "It’s so much... I can’t..."

He licked the sweat from my temple, then bit my throat gently while thrusting deeper. One hand spanked my ass lightly again, making it bounce as he drove in.

The mix of roughness and tenderness made my chest tighten with something bigger than lust. I was in love with him, stupidly, secretly, completely, and in moments like this, when he kissed me like I mattered while wrecking my hole, I wondered if he felt it too.

"You feel so good," he murmured against my throat, voice intimate. "So tight even after all that."

I was shy and overwhelmed, but the bratty part slipped out again. "You’re going to hurt yourself... but don’t stop."

He chuckled softly and bit my shoulder, thrusting harder for a few strokes as punishment before slowing again.

He pulled back enough to look at me, eyes dark and Intense. "Eyes on me, Noah."

I obeyed, embarrassed but unable to look away as he fucked me through another orgasm. This one was deeper, longer, leaving me shaking and sobbing his name.

He finally came with a low groan, flooding me deep, hips pressed tight against my ass while we kissed slowly, messily, cum and sweat and spit mixing between our bodies.