Authors Note/Disclaimer 

Hello, reader! First of all, I want to apologize for taking so long to update this. I could make a bunch of excuses or I could just say sorry, so in the spirit of being Canadian… I’m sorry. Also, the characters in this story are fictitious, which means that they can’t die or get hurt unless I want them to, which is NOT the case in real life. I guess what I’m trying to say is, please don’t asphyxiate yourself or anyone else to death and then sue me because of it. Also, I have done my best to edit this chapter but a few mistakes may have slipped through the cracks, and if that is the case, I will fix them as soon as possible. Oh! And one more thing: This chapter is pure smut. Enjoy!

After speeding all the way back to the apartment, Noah practically through me into his place and pinned me up against the back of the door, kissing me so hard I became genuinely concerned that he had actually cracked my lower jaw in half.

“Easy!” I gasped, pulling away and checking my jaw placement with my hand.

“Sorry? Too hard?” he asked, stroking my cheek.

“A little,” I replied, rotating my jaw.

“My bad,” he apologized, putting both his hands on either side of my face and kissing me again, much less forcefully this time.  As he kissed his way down to my neck my hands instinctively grasped onto his forearms, causing pulled away suddenly, inhaling sharply, with a look of intense pain across his face.

“What? What happened?” I asked with great confusion.

“You just grabbed my tattoo,” He cringed, while he hiding his plastic wrapped arm behind his back, as far away from me as possible.

“Oh… shit, I’m sorry,” I sighed, adjusting my glasses, “We’re not very good at this, are we?”

“Well, maybe you’re not…” he said, pulling me towards him by my shirt and kissing me again. He kicked off his shoes and shoved me towards the bedroom without giving me a chance to take off my own. He followed me inside, shut the door, and laid down on the bed.

“You, stay right there,” he instructed, pointing at me with one hand, while the other one swiped through his phone. I stood there awkwardly as he selected and R&B and set his phone down on the bed side table, before taking his shirt off. I tried to move towards the bed but he put his hand up again.

“No no no, stay there,” he said, propping his back up on his pillows. I crossed my arms with annoyance, not in the mood for verbal freeze tag.

“And do what, exactly?” I asked as he looked me up and down.

“Strip for me,” He said simply.

“Pardon me?” I asked, my eye brows shooting up.

“Strip. For. Me,” he repeated. I looked around the room at shook my head.

“Do I have to?”

“Yes. You man handled my tender arm, you bitch-slapped me this morning and I did ALL the work moving your stuff in. Now, strip.”

I rolled my eyes and grabbed my shirt from the bottom, quickly lifting it up.

“No, no, not like that! Do it slowly, like a stripper would,” he instructed, “Haven’t you ever seen a stripper before?”

“Considering the fact that I JUST turned 18, I’m gonna have to go with a no,” I informed him. I pulled my shirt off as slowly as I could, making my best effort not to knock my glasses off, or mess my coif up, and succeeding admirably at both. He stared at me with a look that said ‘go on’, so I slowly lowered my shorts and let them fall.

“Everything?” I asked, standing in front of him in just my boxer-briefs and knock-off converse. He stared at me, biting the nail on his index finger, deciding what he wanted me to do next.

“Keep the shoes on,” he said finally.

“Um…weird, but…okay….” I said as I hooked my thumbs into my boxers, slowly lowering them down and kicking them off, while Noah beamed a kid about to open his presents on Christmas.

“Damn,” he sighed, staring at me while I attempted to cover myself with my hands, “You are fucking gorgeous. Give me a little spin.”

“Noah, I am not your show pony,” I protested.

“I never said you were! Now be quiet and entertain me,” He said. I shook my head and slowly began doing a 360 spin.

“Fantastic,” He sighed happily.

“This is degrading,” I griped, completing my turn.

“I know,” Noah agreed, hastily yanking his jeans off.

“Am I allowed to get on the bed yet?” I asked, beginning to shake.  I was actually getting quite cold due to the central air in Noahs apartment that he hadn’t turned off before we left and I was, for lack of a better word, losing momentum in certain very important areas of my body.

“Well, on one hand, that was the most lackluster striptease I’ve ever seen,” he sighed, “But on the other hand, you did ask nicely so…”

He gestured with his index and middle finger for me to ‘come here’, so I made my away over to the bed and laid down beside him, kissing him as I sank lower into the mattress.

“Are you cold?” he teased, obviously noticing my lack of enthusiasm.

“It’s the air conditioning,” I defended.

“I can turn it down if you want,” he suggested, beginning to stroke me.

“No, it’s fine,” I assured him, taking my glasses off and putting them on the nightstand beside me. Noah kissed his way down my neck, to my chest, finally down to my stomach, then lower. He got down between my legs and pushed my knees up, taking me into his mouth and grabbing my hand, placing it firmly on the back of his head. I sighed and closed my eyes as he warmed me up.

“Mmmm, that’s more like it,” he said, licking me up and down as I hardened in his hand.

“Hey, I’m not complaining or anything but aren’t I supposed to be making you feel better?” I questioned, playing his hair. He raised his head and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Trust me, this is making me feel better,” he informed me, “What can I say, I’m a giver…”

He put his head down again and I suddenly felt his tongue lap against something much lower than my dick, or even my gonads.

“SHIT!” I exclaimed, lifting my back off the bed, not expecting that at all. Noah looked up at me, still stroking.

“You don’t mind if I do that, do you?” He asked innocently.

“I mean…” I looked around the room and shrugged, “Whatever you want, I guess.”

“Is that a ‘no’?” He asked, dragging his nails across my torso.

“Do…whatever you want,” I repeated, still playing with his thick black hair.

“That is a dangerous offer,” he said, before wrapping his lips around my cock again and expertly sucking me as if I were going to cum pain killers. I closed my eyes and gently pushed on the back of his head like he had told me to before. He let me fuck his mouth for a few more minutes before jerking his head away suddenly and sitting up, his hand and my dick covered in saliva.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he said sternly. I silently sat up and did as I was told, immediately feeling his tongue pressed up against the same “SHIT!” causing spot again while his hand reached around and continued to beat me off.

“Holy fuck…” I moaned into the pillow as I hugged it. He pulled his mouth away and slapped my ass cheek with his right hand.

“Jesus!” I exclaimed as his hand made contact.

“No, it’s Noah, you’ve got your stories mixed up,” He said, rubbing the spot where he had slapped, before smacking it again even harder.

“Dammit! Noah!” I cried out upon receiving the second smack.

“Mmmm, good boy,” He sighed, going back to work and lubing me up with his tongue.  I exhaled deeply into the pillow and decided to assist Noah in jerking me off since it seemed a little hard for him to do it comfortably from where he was positioned.

“I’ve never actually had this done to me before,” I muttered into the pillow.

“Are you into it?” He said, smacking the side of my ass that wasn’t already red.

“Ow! Yeah…I guess it’s not the worst thing that’s ever happened to me,” I said, turning my head to the side so I could look back at him. After a couple more minutes, he grabbed both my wrists and tugged me towards him until I was basically sitting on his lap.

“Can we do what we did last night again?” He whispered, pressing himself against me.

“Sure,” I sighed.

He pushed me back down onto my hands and knees and spat at his target with incredible accuracy. I felt his bare cockhead rubbing against my ass, then pushing into it harder, then realized with horror that he wasn’t just teasing himself as foreplay, he was actually about to put it in.

“Hold on!” I commanded, dropping my hips down to meet the bed and turning around to face him, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Well, I’m trying to fuck you, but you’re making it incredibly difficult,” he said, grabbing my hips and attempting to lift me back up, but I wouldn’t co-operate.

“No, no, no.  You know the rule,” I said, pushing his hands off.

“Travis, I swear to God, I don’t have anything,” he promised.

“Yeah, eh? When’s the last time you even got checked?” I asked, propping my chin up on my first.

“Like…last week, I think,” he said, completely unsure of himself.

“You’re lying,” I sighed, shaking my head, “Put the damn thing on.”

“Baby, I don’t like condoms!” He tried to protest.

“Tough shit, I don’t like the idea of spending the rest of my life with an incurable disease!” I fired back.

“Fuck and excuse you, are you implying that I have aids?” He said.

“I don’t know and I don’t want to find out the hard way. Put it on or get off me,” I said bluntly.

He reluctantly leaned over me and searched through the drawer until he found a single golden wrapper.

“I’ve only got one left,” he said, in one last ditch attempt to get me to change my mind.

“It’s a good thing that’s all we need,” I said, turning around again, assuming the position.

“Ugh! God dammit. You’re lucky you’re so cute, or I would NOT put up with this,” he said while he wrapped himself up. I felt him slowly start pushing his way in, his right hand my lower back, the other on my hip.

“So far so good?” He asked.

“Mm-hmmm,” I moaned my agreement, nestling comfortably into the pillow. He cautiously pushed in, then out, then back in again, going deeper each time.

“You are air tight,” He groaned, bucking his hips slowly, “Why couldn’t I have met you sooner?”

“Cuz this would have been illegal,” I moaned.

“Nah, the age of consent in Canada is 16, we would have been fine,” he sighed as he reached the half way point. I hugged the pillow tighter as he began pick his pace up, matching the rhythm of his thrusts with the beat of the song playing on his phone, another R&B song that I didn’t really know.

“Holy fuck,” I moaned bracing my hands against the headboard, “Go a little harder.”

“You sure?” He asked. Granted, it did hurt a lot, more than it had the previous day but that was typical, and I knew that with a few more deep strokes I’d be in ecstasy.

“Yeah,” I breathed, biting down on the pillow. He pushed in deeper, picking up speed, with his finger nails digging into my hips as I writhed pitifully underneath him.

“Fuck!” I screamed, slamming my fist against the mattress as I felt him push all the way in.

“Too much?” He asked, halting his motion, much to my annoyance.

“No, keep going,” I assured him. He started up again, picking up speed as I muffled my screams into the pillow. The harder he went, the louder I screamed, still waiting for the pleasure to overtake the pain, but that was taking longer to accomplish than usual.

“Jesus fucking Christ…” I groaned.

“I feel like I’m hurting you…” He admitted, slowing down again.

“Oh, for fucks sake,” I groaned, sitting up and leaning back on him until I was on his lap again, “Lay down and straighten your legs.”

He did as I asked him to, so that I was sitting on top him reverse cowboy style.  I rocked my hips back and forth, then braced myself by placing my hands flat against the bed and started riding him as hard as the buoyancy of the mattress would allow.

“Holy shit,” he gasped, letting his hands drop down to his sides.  I couldn’t see the look his face but I could tell from his moans that it was probably very jovial. I closed my eyes and bounced up and down, determined to get myself so turned on that I wouldn’t care about the pain anymore.

As I jounced on top of him, I turned my head slightly to look at his face. His eyes were closed and his mouth was open half way, his recently tattooed arm above his head with his hand resting behind it.

“Feel good?” I asked innocently, letting my hips drop down again, working them back and forth with his cock still inside me.

“ I’m way past good, I’m on my way to fucking awesome,” he moaned, scratching my lower back, “How ‘bout you?”

“I’m getting there,” I said, resuming my bouncing. He put his hands on my hips and began matching my rhythm, bucking his hips up every time I dropped down.

“You are so good at riding dick, baby,” he sighed.

And there it was. Those 10 words caused a sweet jolt of electricity that shot from my toes all the way up to my brain in a matter of seconds, and made me incapable of caring about anything other than cumming.

“I think so, too. I love getting fucked,” I moaned, riding him harder, the filter between my brain and my mouth completely detached.

“We make a good match then, because I love fucking you,” Noah cooed, lifting himself up so that his chest was pressed against my back. I moaned loud as he sunk his teeth into the back of my neck and slammed into me harder as I let my head fall back to rest on his shoulder, my right hand vigorously jerking myself off.

“Oh my god…Noah….holy shit,” I panted.

“You like that, baby?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I moaned as I rode him. His right hand slowly moved from my waist up to my chest, then to the spot between my adams apple and my collarbones.

“You want to feel something really cool?” He asked, gently massaging my skin on my neck.

“Um…sure…” I agreed, only half sure that I knew what he was about to do. My suspicions were confirmed as he slowly began to tighten his grip around my throat.

“Tap my leg when you want me to stop,” he breathed in my ear. I gave a tiny nod and gulped my consent, since I obviously couldn’t speak. He proceeded to squeeze harder and harder, until I couldn’t breathe at all, while continuing to slam me. I could feel my heart bounding in my throat as all the blood rushed to my heads and I let out faint choking sounds every time pushed in. I held out for a few more seconds before vigorously tapping his leg, causing him to immediately let go, allowing me to inhale a huge breath of air.

“Was that okay?” he asked, kissing the back of my neck.

“Again,” I demanded, taking a deep breath in. He clenched his fist around my throat and we repeated the process again.

“You gonna cum soon, baby?” he whispered. I half gagged and partially nodded my response, my eyes my rolling back in my head.

“Good, cuz I don’t know much longer I can last,” he moaned, “You are such a sexy fucking…”

I suddenly tapped his leg in a panic and he quickly let go.

“Sorry, too hard?” He asked, massaging my neck.

“No,” I sighed, taking in a few, short breaths of air, “Again.”

“Again what?” he whispered, “Let me hear you say it…”

“Choke me while you fuck my tight little ass, daddy,” I spat back with no hesitation. His eyes practically popped out of his head.

“Oh my god!” He gasped with jubilation, “Where have you been all my life?!”

He grabbed my throat once and began fucking me like it was the last thing he would ever do.  Less than 30 seconds later, I tapped on his leg one more time and let out a huge, exasperated breath of air as I dropped down onto the mattress so that we were in doggy style position again.

“Fuck!” I cried as I gave myself one final pump and began to I shoot my load all over mattress, “Holy fuck! Fuck!”

M body trembled with aftershock as I collapsed flat on the mattress, practically weeping into the pillow as I tried to catch my breath.

“You okay?” Noah chuckled nervously as he patted me on the back, “I really hope you’re not crying because I’m gonna feel really bad if you are…”

“I’m not…I just…just hold on,” I panted into the pillow, “Just…gimme a…a…”

“A moment?”

“Yeah, one of those,” I exhaled, “And…maybe a towel.”

“Sure thing,” Noah said, then stopped, “Oh, wait, um…I don’t know how to say this but…if I um…if I pull out and then I can’t really…you know what? Never mind, it’s fine.”

He pulled out slowly, took off condom, stuffed it back in the wrapper and threw it away before putting his boxers on.

“You want anything else? Water? A cookie?” he offered.

“No thank you,” I declined, reaching over and grabbing my glasses, “Just a towel.”

“Okay,” Noah shrugged, making his way into the hall. He returned three songs later with a chocolate chip cookie in one hand and a towel in the other.

“Did you actually bring me a cookie?” I smiled, sitting up.

“No, I brought me a cookie, you said you didn’t want any,” he said, throwing the towel on the bed.

“Well, I know, but now that you have one…” I hinted, picking the towel up and wiping off myself, as well as the bed.

“Oh my god, just take it,” he surrendered, handing the biscuit to me.

“Thank you,” I smiled, as I wiped myself off down one more time before throwing the towel on the floor, “I think you’re gonna have to wash these sheets.”

“Yeah, no kidding,” He sighed, grabbing his phone and turning off the music, “You should have just came in my mouth, that would have been an easier clean up.”

“I’ll remember that for next time,” I said, taking a bite of my cookie.

“So, that was good for you?” He asked, lying down beside me.

“Absolutely,” I sighed, than suddenly realized something, “Wait a minute, did you even cum?”

“Not yet,” he sighed, putting his phone back down on the table, “I would love to keep fucking you some more, but I don’t have any condoms left, so I guess I can’t.”

“I’m a little too sore to keep fucking anyways,” I admitted, putting the rest of the cookie in my mouth.

“That’s okay. But just so you know, I washed it and everything, so if you’d be down to orally finish me off, I wouldn’t be opposed to that.”

“Okay, sure,” I nodded. Noah beamed as he got up and stood beside the bed.

 “Do me a favorite and put these on?” He said as he handed me my glasses. I put them on without arguing as he lowered his boxers, putting his hand under my chin and stroking it while looking down at me.

“You such an angelic face…” he sighed, massaging himself, “I can’t wait to cum on it.”

He rubbed his cockhead against my lips and slowly pushed it in. I closed my eyes and began sucking him and down, his hand on the back of my head, forcing it deeper down my throat. I could only take about half of it down my throat before I started to choke, but he seemed to like that. He withdrew himself from my mouth after a few minutes and beat off in front of my face furiously.

“Oh my god,” he moaned, his ab muscles tightening as hovered over me.

“Mmm, yeah, come on,” I encouraged, licking my lips, “Cum for me.”

He gave himself a few more strokes them let out a long deep moan he unloaded all over my face, my cheeks, my chin, my glasses, everywhere. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone produce so much cum.

“Holy shit,” he exhaled, pumping the last few drops onto my lenses, “That is so fucking hot.”

“I can’t see anything,” I mumbled, trying not to let any of his cum get in my mouth, “Towel?”

“One sec,” he sighed, leaning over me. I heard the sound of his phone un-locking, then the shutter of a camera going off.

“The fuck?” I asked through clenched teeth.

“I want to remember this,” he said, taking another picture.

“Noah, towel!” I demanded, wiping some of his jizz off my cheek.

“Okay, okay…Mr.Bossy,” he sighed, walking over to the side of the bed, grabbing the towel and throwing it at me again. I took my glasses off and wiped as Noah slipped his boxers back on and grabbed his cigarettes and lighter from his pants pocket.

“That was fun,” he grinned, laying down beside me and lighting one.

“I feel like I just got hit in the face with a pie,” I said as I finished cleaning myself up, “Did I get all of it?”

“Hmm…you missed a spot,” he said, leaning over and licking the side of my face, “All gone.”

“You are sick,” I scoffed, throwing the towel back on the floor and grabbing a Kleenex to wipe my glasses off with. 

“And depraved,” he smiled, looking down at his phone, “I’m just gonna go ahead and make that my wallpaper…”

“Delete it!” I insisted, trying to grab his phone.

“I will! I will!” he said, holding it away from me, “Just give me a minute. And on’t get all grabby while I’m smoking, you’re gonna get yourself burned.”

“Okay,” I sighed, putting my glasses back on, “So, how’s your arm feeling?”

“My what?”

“Your arm? The one with the tattoo?” I said, gesturing down to it, “The reason we came here to do this in the first place?”

“OH! Yeah, right, that…um….ouch?” He shrugged. I rolled my eyes and snuggled up to him.

“You’re an asshole,” I murmured, putting my head on his shoulder as he exhaled a cloud of smoke.

“Yeah, well,” he sighed, wrapping his good arm around me, “You are what you eat.”


Alex C


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