Chapter 164: Hands up r18

NOAH

I stared up at him, my heart pounding like a war drum in my chest, as he stood at the edge of the bed, his shirt hanging open, revealing the chiseled ridges of his abs and the faint scars that crisscrossed his bandaged torso like a map of battles won.

Cassian’s tie lay discarded on the floor, a casualty of the moment, and his eyes, those piercing blue depths, locked onto mine with silent, predatory intent.

He didn’t say a word; he didn’t need to. His presence alone was intimidation enough, filling the room with a tension so thick it pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe.

I propped myself up on my elbows, my mouth dry as sandpaper, unable to tear my gaze away.

I can’t breathe. He’s so close. He’s so big. What am I doing? The thoughts raced through my head, a whirlwind of panic and desire, but my body stayed frozen, pinned by the weight of his stare.

Cassian’s gaze felt like a panther stalking its next meal. The mattress dipped under his weight as he moved over me, his hands planting on either side of my head, knees bracketing my hips.

He hovered there, caging me in completely, his broad shoulders blocking out the dim light from the lamps, casting me in his shadow.

I could feel the heat radiating off his skin, smell the faint musk of his cologne mixed with the whiskey on his breath. He didn’t touch me yet, just loomed, his face inches from mine, eyes boring into my soul.

The quiet intimidation was unbearable; my cock twitched in my pants, already half-hard from the kiss downstairs, and I shifted uncomfortably, trying not to let on how much his dominance was affecting me.

He finally leaned down, capturing my mouth in a deep, consuming kiss that stole what little breath I had left.

His lips were firm, demanding, tongue sweeping in to claim every inch, tasting like sin and control.

I gripped his shoulders at last, my hands finally moving, fingers digging into the hard muscle there as I pulled him closer despite the fear knotting in my gut.

He ground down then, his hips rolling against mine in a slow, teasing rhythm, the hard bulge of his erection pressing right against my own throbbing cock.

The friction was electric, even through our clothes, sending sparks shooting up my spine. I moaned into his mouth, my hips jerking up involuntarily, chasing more of that delicious pressure.

The fabric barrier was frustrating, his suit pants rough against my jeans, denying me the full heat of him, but it only built the ache, making me grind back harder.

The overwhelming sensation of everything hit me all at once; the heat building between our bodies, the way his hardness rubbed against mine, thick and insistent, making me leak pre-cum into my boxers.

I whimpered softly, muffled by the kiss, my sounds small and needy as he set the pace, grinding down with deliberate force before pulling back just enough to tease, leaving me humping the air like a desperate fool.

Cassian broke the kiss, trailing his mouth down my jaw, nipping at the sensitive skin there before moving to my neck, his breath hot and ragged.

He sucked a mark just below my ear, teeth grazing, and I arched, gasping. His hands slid under my shirt, pushing it up my torso, fingers splaying over my stomach as he exposed me inch by inch.

Cassian’s hand stilled against my stomach, fingers curling into the fabric of my t-shirt.

He pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes flicking down, then up again, command written all over his face.

“Hands,” he said quietly. Not loud. Not rushed. A simple order.

My breath hitched as I obeyed, lifting my arms without thinking, my pulse hammering as he took his time.

He dragged the shirt up my torso, knuckles grazing skin on purpose, slow enough to make every inch feel exposed.

The fabric snagged briefly at my shoulders before he yanked it free in one sharp motion, pulling it over my head and tossing it aside like it was nothing—like I was already his to strip bare.

His gaze dropped immediately, lingering and possessive.

His eyes darkened as he took in my bare chest, nipples already pebbled from the cool air and arousal and the way his jaw tightened told me he liked what he saw far too much.

He descended slowly, kissing down my sternum, his breath ghosting over my skin, making me squirm.

When his mouth hovered over one nipple, he paused, looking up at me with that wicked gleam. “Have you ever had your dick sucked by a man before?”

I froze, my face burning. “W-what?”

“I’ll take that as a no,” he murmured, his tongue flicking out to lick the peaked bud. I arched off the bed, a sharp “Ah—!” escaping me as the wet heat sent jolts straight to my cock.

He sucked then, drawing the nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around it while his teeth grazed the sensitive tip.

The sensation was too much, sharp, electric, making my dick throb painfully in my pants. He alternated to the other nipple, biting gently, then soothing with his tongue, leaving them both red, swollen, and glistening with his saliva.

I writhed beneath him, hands fisting in his hair, pulling him closer even as the overstimulation made me whimper.

“Cassian, oh god—” It was better than anything I’d felt, more intense than any woman’s touch, his mouth hot and relentless, turning my chest into a map of pleasure-pain.

He kissed lower, tongue tracing the lines of my abs, dipping into my navel, hands sliding down my sides as he reached my pants. “Lift your hips,” he commanded, voice rough.

I hesitated, embarrassment flooding me, I was so exposed, so vulnerable, but his eyes met mine, dark and insistent. “Noah. Hips. Up.”

I lifted shakily, and he pulled my pants and boxers down in one swift motion, my cock springing free, fully hard and leaking, the head flushed and slick with pre-cum.

I felt my face heat even more, wanting to cover myself, but Cassian just stared, licking his lips.

“Fuck.”

“Wait, you’re going to—” I stammered, my brain short-circuiting. “I thought I was supposed to—I don’t understand—”

He sat back slightly, hands resting on my thighs, keeping me spread. “You really don’t know anything, do you?” His voice was amused, almost fond.

“There’s no ’supposed to,’ Noah. Some men only top. Some only bottom. Some do both. Some don’t care about labels.”

I processed that, my cock twitching under his gaze. “So you… you like doing this?”

“I like making you fall apart,” he said, squeezing my thighs. “And I’m going to enjoy watching you come undone.”

My nervousness spiked, but he leaned down, breath ghosting over my dick. “I’ve never… I mean, not with a guy…”

“I know.” He leaned in, tongue licking up the underside of my shaft in one long, flat stroke.

My hips jerked, “Oh fuck—” The wet heat was unbelievable, sending shivers through me.

He took just the tip into his mouth, sucking lightly, tongue swirling around the head, lapping up the pre-cum. It was too intense, hot, wet, tight, and I cried out, hands flying to his hair.

He sank down deeper, hollowing his cheeks, taking more of me until I felt the back of his throat. The sensation was mind-blowing, better than any handjob, any pussy, his mouth was magic, sucking with perfect pressure, tongue working the underside.

I moaned openly, couldn’t stop the sounds spilling from me. “Cassian, oh god—” It built fast, too fast, my balls drawing tight. “I’m—I’m gonna—”

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