Midterm Madness (ManxMan)

This short is pulled from my one shots in Nosebleed Central. It took a life of it’s own and became a short little Novelette. Enjoy.

Brian Lerner and Noah Carter have been best friends since conception. They grew up together, come out to each other. And they have lived and laughed through it all. That was up until they both went off to college. Both deciding to attend their parents Alma Mater, an Ivy League University where Noah chose Law and Brian chose Medicine.

Noah is the typical Jock, big and strong. Sexy as sin and much sought after by both men and women. Of which he didn’t have a problem with, because he was Bi sexual. He had the brains and the body and the personality to control every facet of his life. That was until his best friend threw him for a curve. And feelings that he hadn’t realized was even there bubbled to the surface and the alpha male in him demanded that he top the hell out of his cute little friend and made him his once and for all.

Brian was the typical good boy; he had the brains but not the brawn. He claim to fame was academic. He was slender and pretty, although he didn’t seem to think so. And he has been in love with his best friend forever. He never let Noah know for he was sure his love would not be returned. As they matured and he came to understand that Noah was getting into the BDSM lifestyle, he thought that it would turn him off, but it only made him want the man more. Years of sexual tension along with the stress of their midterm exams made things come to head one eventful night. Read to see what transpired between the two best friends and if the aftermath left them happily ever after or drifting apart.

Warning this story contains illusions to some light bondage, no hard BDSM is involved in this story but it has a total Dominant character. Please enjoy, and this one is for you SmexicanShelley, I hope I took the story where you wanted.*

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

I hate him. I truly and utterly hated the ground that Noah Carter walked on. Damn, how anyone could be so perfect and at the same time be so oblivious about it.  We have been friends since even before our academic careers began with kindergarten. All through grade school, junior high, and high school. I have watched him grow from a beautiful boy to a stunning sex God that he is today..

Noah stood at a strapping 6’5, wide as a house with pure packed muscle. He didn’t have an inch of fat anywhere on his body. He had a silky mane of wavy black hair, which he perpetually scraped back from his chiseled Adonis like features into a messy ponytail. But the one feature that brought me to my knees every time was those tree trunk muscular thighs. That is after your eyes managed to travel past the luscious ridges of his eight pack abs. I mean really, who the hell had an eight pack? His veins were so prominent on his huge arms and massive thighs that they just begged to be traced with the tip of my tongue.

Noah excelled and took charge of everything in his life. He is a perfect student, Pre-law and quarterback three years standing on the football team. He was also openly bisexual and has never been razed about it. No one would dare mess with the golden child, the apple of his parent’s eyes. And my lifetime love interest.

Both sets of our parents are friends and alumni of our Prestigious University. They also were heavy hitters on the school board and they donated heavily to their alma mater. And a perk of that were our housing arrangements, we never had to cram into the dorms when we were freshman. We have a choice three bedroom with two and a half bathroom fully furnished man cave across the street. It is an awesome perk, my only complaint were that the walls were too thin.

On the occasions that Noah hooked up with some buxom blonde calling him, “Daddy,” or a pretty little twink calling him, “Sir.” I would either get my ear plugs out or lie there stroking myself to the rhythm of his whip meeting flesh or the endless groaning of his plaything for the night being fucked through the mattress. Almost always I would wind up imagining myself in their place.

I know pathetic right? Well that is my life, my name is Brian Lerner. Pre-med student, 5’6 and barely weighing in at 145 pounds compared to Noah’s 230 pounds of deliciously sculpted muscle. My hair is an unruly mess of coffee colored curls that I have been meaning to shave real low, but never got the courage to do, because I think it would make me look even more like the nerd that I am.

Where Noah is tanned and toned, I am milky white and slender with no prominent muscle definition, no matter how many sessions in the gym with my best friend and the love of my life. Anyway, why am I hating on him after a lifetime of loving Noah you ask?

It’s because I am trying on hold onto that last little shimmering thread of sanity in order to study for my midterm exams. And Noah for the second night in a row is beating off his stress over his tests with what seems like the entire front line of the cheerleading squad, both male and female I might add. One of the little flamboyant bastards even went as far as to say I was cute in a dorky kind of way and invited me to join their fuck a thon. And even if I was remotely interested, Noah’s reaction would have doused any desire I may have had like an ice cold bucket of water being thrown on me by the way he paled down and shuffled his little party into his room.

For fuck sake, was I that unappealing to him? He knows I am gay, but even with his revolving bedroom door and disposable toys, he has never asked me about my love life or lack thereof. Which in a way, I was eternally grateful because I wouldn’t have to lie or blabber my way through some awkward explanation. Over the last year I have noticed Noah’s sexual appetite had been gearing more and more towards BDSM. At first I wanted to ask him about it, but I had been too shy. I would catch glimpses of his play mates in bondage from time to time, and I definitely heard some the goings on in his room. I was even nosy enough to check out his wardrobe which now housed all his implements of play.

And like the little knowledge hound that I am I took to the internet and researched the issue. I could totally understand Noah’s need towards that lifestyle, control freak that he is and I get why he was into it. I must say a lot of it appealed to me as well, but I would never admit it out loud to anyone but him. But the chances of me getting that opportunity was null and void.

The action in his bedroom was ramping up in volume and I couldn’t do it, not tonight. With a heavy heart I gathered my books and my laptop and trudged off to my room. Not that would make it any better but I didn’t have any inclination to go out and I really had to get some notes covered for class study the next day. So I plugged my ears, sat down at my desk and set out to work for the remainder of the evening. I didn’t even want to venture out into the kitchen so I made do with what was in the mini fridge in my room.

god knows how long I sat there plugging over my anatomy note but my crossing eyes and heavy lids were telling me that they had enough torture, and they were giving up whether I liked it or not. I checked the time and I was shocked to see that it was a little after two in the morning. I raised my arms over my head and stretched until I heard that satisfying pop and felt some the tension ooze out my spine and I groaned with pleasure. I was happy to have completed most of my study notes and the rest I can finish during study session in class in the morning. I packed everything away and sat back. My hand slowly traveled to my ear to pull out the plug as I prayed that the sex fest was over for the night and I could go to bed in peace.

Ah, blessed peace and quiet and I quickly removed the other plug and carefully listened again to make sure that the silence throughout the house wasn’t just an interlude. Nothing, thank God. I got up on stiff legs and stretched some more before moving away from my neatly arranged desk. I padded across the carpet and into my en-suite bathroom. I relieved myself, flushed, and washed my hands. My reflection in the mirror showed a tired looking unremarkable nerd looking back at me and I just shook my head and dried my hands, turning off the light as I went into my room.

I really wanted some warm milk before bed. My first class wasn’t until ten o’clock so I could afford to sleep in and hopefully get at least six hours of rest. Noah was probably passed out in some post coital top space right about now, so I hoped and prayed I wouldn’t run into him. It was getting harder and harder for me to face him and not blurt out my feelings or drop to my knees and beg. And that little bit of knowledge pissed me off to no end resulting in me being snappy to him of late, and for that I was sorry but I was suffering here and he was totally clueless to my heartbreak.

As quietly as I possibly could I opened my bedroom door and slid through the opening and into the silent hallway. The lights were dim in the condo and I tip toed my way into the kitchen. I looked around the corner to see Noah’s door was closed and no lights were showing underneath the crack. So I turned on the kitchen lights and quietly set about warming up some milk. I stood there silently tapping my foot on the cold tile as I waited a bit impatiently for the milk to warm so that I could shuffle off back to the safety and sanctuary of my room. Finally, it was done and I was pouring the warmed milk into my mug when I heard the tell tale sound of a door opening. I practically flung the pot in the sink and made to scurry back to my room when I turned and came into nose first contact with a massive naked barrel chest.

I almost groaned out loud but instead I stepped back and still had to tilt my head back while holding onto my mug for dear life to look up into the face of my dreams.

“Hey buddy, what’s up?” The gravelly deep voice tingled over my skin and caused goose bumps to rise all over my now heated body.

“Nothing, just going to bed.” I managed to mumble and tried to sidestep the mountain of man, but his large hand shot out and seized my elbow.

“Hey, what’s the rush? You got late classes tomorrow. It seems like I haven’t talked to you in ages and we live in the same house.” He stated and I was barely concentrating on the words as I felt the tingles of awareness snake over my nerve endings from where his warm hand was on my elbow. I silently cursed my traitorous as I stood there trembling with the wave of wanting threatening to take me under.

“Everything is fine, Noah. There is nothing to catch up on. I am tired and I just want to go to bed.” I snapped out. I knew I was being a little harsh, but that was defense mechanism right now. Full avoidance at all cost until I could figure out a way to deal with my feelings.

I felt like a heel when his hand slipped away and he said nothing else to me. I just stalked past him with all the dignity I could muster and with a ram rod spine I walked back to my room and quietly closed the door behind myself. Once the door was closed I almost collapsed onto the carpet. I knew I hurt his feelings, but he has been walking over mine for years now, and I don’t know how much more I can take. I had to make through mid terms and then finals. Then I would seriously have to put some thought into whether I would return after summer break to finish up and move on to my  Doctorate courses here or would I put in for a transfer to somewhere else. Noah is my best friend and I would rather remain friends than not have him in my life at all, but the constant proximity was not good for me. I needed some time away from him, in order to get over these feelings. I needed to find someone for myself, but with the demands of my studies that was almost impossible. I don’t do casual hookups, never was a fan of awkward, “Hey my name is… and let’s fuck.” I just shook my head and finished my milk and wearily climbed into my bed. I missed the simplicity of my friendship with Noah.

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

(Gorgeous Alex Libby as Brian——>)

I threw the last tome of research about a long ago tried murder case that we were using for research on our midterm arguments in my bag. I have been irritated and confused since early this morning from trying to talk to Brian in the kitchen. For weeks now, it seemed like he was drifting farther and farther away from me and I don’t have one idea as to why.  We stopped joking around; we stopped watching those corny ass movies he loved so much. We stopped practically doing everything that we used to do together.

I flung my bag across my shoulder and made my way out of the lecture hall and down the now empty corridor. I had to pick up another God forsaken book at the library, and then I really had to devote some time to studying. I almost made it out of the building when I heard someone calling my name and I stopped and turned to see Charles heading my way waving frantically at me like I didn’t already see him. I let out a frustrated breath. He was a good fuck, a prized pain slut, but he was too damn needy, and I didn’t need that in a sub. Hell, I didn’t need a regular sub; just a playmate from time to time and he didn’t seem to get that.

And with the madness and stress of midterms, the little twinks and subbys came out of the woodworks to have their tensions relieved and that worked well for me, it satisfied that need in me to have control over someone but it left me wanting still and that pissed me off too. At first it was great. Especially at the club where I was still training with Master Ryan in the art of Domination and Bondage, but something was missing, that satisfaction level I couldn’t reach no matter what I did or practiced.

I knew I wasn’t cut out for hardcore topping. I would never seriously inflict severe pain or draw blood from a willing submissive. I liked the mind games and the bondage aspect. I like to feel needed and to have the ability to fulfill my subs needs, but even that wasn’t working for me and I feel like I am spiraling out of control. And added to that, the friction between me and my best friend was making everything even more complicated. I didn’t want to lose Brian and when Charles had issued his invitation to join us last evening. I saw red, no one was supposed to see or touch Brian like that. Then all of a sudden as Charles was bouncing in front of me babbling about something or the other, something dawned on me and my mind was riveted on the fact that I was upset about someone laying hands on Brian like a lover would, let’ me be honest, like I wanted to. Shit, when the hell did this happen?

I don’t know what I said to Charles, but he scampered off with a wave and I continued on my way as if I was in a trance. I did manage to make it to the library and I did pick up the book and placed it with the others in my bag, but I was lost. What in the world, how was I supposed to deal with this? Brian, sweet adorable Brian, who had no earthly idea about my lifestyle other than what he has witnessed at home….and God Dammit, he must think I am some sort of deviant slut with all the traffic of subs coming through the house of late.

He was probably disgusted to the core with me, that’s why he is pulling away from me. God, I needed to talk to someone. I had no idea of what I should do. I reached into my jacket and pulled out my cell phone. I quickly scrolled through my contacts and found Master Ryan’s number and tapped the screen to call him. The line rang for a few seconds before the deep baritone answered. “Hello, Noah. How are you today?”

“Hello Master, I could be better. I was wondering if you could spare me a few moments of your time. I have a need to talk over a problem I am having.” I politely queried my mentor.

“Sure son, no problem, I told you whenever you need to talk about something to let me know. Meet me at the club around seven.” He stated and I quickly agreed before disconnecting the call. Checking my watch, I realized I still had two hours to go before I could see Master Ryan. So with a heavy sigh, I made my way to my car to go home. How was I to face Brian? I feel like a heel, how was I supposed to bring up my feelings when all I have done was parade people through our home chasing my much sought after top space? Would he even believe that those people meant absolutely nothing to me other for the time we spent in playing? Would he believe that I have feelings for him, and would he return those feelings?

My heart was pounding with trepidation as I turned the key in the door to open my condo’s front door. I stepped inside and closed the door and listened for Brian, and I was met only with the purr of the heating system as it kept the house nice and toasty from the winter chill outside. Making my way to my room, I dropped by bag in the computer chair of my desk and sat on the end of my bed and scrubbed a tired hand over my face. This situation was adding to the boiling pit of emotions stirring in my gut. Standing up, I began peeling my jacket off when I heard a snuffling sound coming from down the hall. Curious, I went to see if Brian was home after all. I quietly walked down the hall and came up to his partially opened door. I peeked through the crack and there he was lying cuddled under his blankets looking so sweetly adorable snuggled onto his side. His ever present glasses on his bedside table and he had one hand curled into a loose fist under his sleep flushed cheek.

I pushed the door opened a little wider and in the dim light I could make out his riotous curls and his plump pretty rose hued lips pouting so prettily in his slumber. They looked so sweet and soft and my cock jerked in my heavy jeans at wondering how they would feel wrapped around the length of my cock as he kneeled bound in front of me. Damn, the vision almost brought me to my knees right there in his doorway. I stepped back after one last wistful look and palmed my pulsing cock as I headed back to my room for a much needed cold shower. I was still wondering how the hell I missed this powerful attraction to my beautiful friend.

The cold shower only helped a little bit, but I just reconciled to keep calm and think of other things until it was time to get ready to go and see Master Ryan. I prayed that the man would have some answers for me. I sat there wrapped in my towel and thought about Brian’s and me history over the years. I remembered the scrawny little sixth grader trying valiantly to catch the football as we played catch in my parents back garden during summer break. I recalled the tree house that his father had professionally built in their summer home on the Vineyards and how we used to play pirates and whatever else we could think of.

I couldn’t help but smile when his gorgeous eyes had popped wide open and went as round as saucers when I told him I was bisexual in a secret confession in that same tree house. And how adorably shy he was when he admitted to being gay. Our parents were awesome when we presented a united front a year later and sat them down and told them. I knew our Mother’s secretly hoped that we would at some point get together. All those covert glances between the women were now apparently and boldly clear now that I thought about it. I just hoped that I didn’t ruin any chance of that happening in selfishly chasing my own desires, and blindly not seeing what was there all this time in front of my own eyes. I could just kick myself for being a dense moron.

Brian has yet to make another peep from down the hall and I finally shrugged myself to get up and get dressed for my meeting. Once I was dressed again, I wrote him a quick note to tell him that I would pick up his favorite dish from the Chinese Restaurant on my way home. I wanted to get back into his good graces. I needed to feel him out to see where his feelings where. But I had to get a better handle on my own emotions before I could tackle this entire situation. So I placed the note under his special mug on the counter and set off to see if I could get some answers.

It didn’t take me long to reach Master Ryan’s Club Euphoria. Funny enough it was one of the guys on the cheer squad that introduced me to the lifestyle. He is currently a waiter and a collared submissive to one of Master Ryan’s business partners. I mean, I get off on vanilla sex as much as the next guy, but when I had someone begging for the privilege of my touch, or watching someone enter the blissful state of subspace by something that I was doing to them. There was no greater high for me than that. But lately it seemed empty to me, there was nothing special, no bonding going on just hook ups and I guess that was where the problem lies for me.

Walking into the club, my attention was immediately drawn to the proceeds happening on the stage. Master Cain had a beautiful blond sub strapped to the St. Andrews cross and he was busy painting her pale skin pink with lines of a riding crop. Her muscles twitched in reaction and her Dom soothed her by gently rubbing his palm over her exposed skin while whispering in her ear. I watched the intimate connection between the two and it hit me. That is what I was missing, that level of connection between myself and those I chose to play with. It seemed so clear now and I turned my head towards Master Ryan as he came to stop next to me with his hands in his pockets.

“You look deep in thought, son.” He stated as he kept his gaze on the couple on the stage. And I studied the man that has taken me under his wing. I had spent months under his tutelage learning first what it was to experience what a submissive goes through and now I am learning how to be a responsible and considerate Dom.

“I have just come to understand that I have been missing something important. I have come to realize that no matter who you play with, you have to have some kind of intimacy, certain chemistry between you in order to feel the true fulfillment that comes from effectively sharing a scene. I have also come to realize that the reason I have been having trouble connecting to anyone is because I am in love with my best friend. The best friend that knows nothing about this lifestyle, and who I have been parading my numerous playmates in front for these last couple months trying to find something that they will never be able to provide for me because of my feelings for him.” I stated my problem out loud and I felt like I was two feet tall.

“Yeesh boy, you sound like you need a drink before we tackle this issue.” Master Ryan said to me as he led me towards the bar. God, this was a day for some serious revelations and I hope by the end of the evening I would have some sort of way to figure out what the hell I was going to do. Because Brian was too important in my life, my one constant that I couldn’t afford to lose. I wanted him for myself, to be my man, my love, and I hope I haven’t missed the chance to make that happen. Even if I have to give up this part of my life in order to have him.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

(The Kitchen——>)

Working through the last of my notes, I sat back in my chair and wondered where Noah was. He had left a note saying he was going to bring me some General Tao’s Chicken, but that was hours ago and I was really looking forward to it. As the time got later and later I was getting even more and more pissed off at him. He was probably occupying his time with some dumb cheer bunny. I thought as I shut down my computer and neatly stacked my books and notebooks on the desk and made my way towards the kitchen. I yanked open the refrigerator door open and looked at the near empty shelves and slammed it back closed. I was working myself up into a right old snit as I stomped over to the utility drawer to get the take out menus.

The jerk, he had my mouth watering for my favorite sweet and crunchy chicken dish and then left me hanging. I had actually spent all day trying to work out in my head how I was going to have a really serious talk with him and work out these issues and see if we could just move on like we used to. But now I was mad enough not to give a shit. And my empty stomach grumbled its agreement with me and I thumbed through the menus.

My fingers were hovering over the dial pad on the phone when I heard the front door open and my hand shook with nerves. He was back and he better be alone, was the first thought that rattled through my head. He walked into the kitchen with takeout bags on each arm, and if I wasn’t so pissed at him the aromas coming from the Chinese food would have had me in euphoria. But instead, I just glared at him. He set the bags on the counter and turned with those hypnotic blue eyes to me and pinned me tight where I stood.

I was about to open my mouth to chastise him, but something in his gaze was different. It held me captivated to the spot, and I couldn’t figure out what the burning intensity of his gaze meant. But I was in full on prissy brat mode, so before I could stop myself. I blurted out. “You left note hours ago and now is the time you show up with food?” And I could have immediately slapped myself for sounding like an old nagging wife, but it was said and I decided to stand my ground.

Noah eyes took on a different glint and he had the audacity to smirk a little as he slowly made his way over to me. I crossed my arms over my chest and refused to back down, but when he didn’t stop at a respectable distance and continued to move forward until he was directly in my personal space, I gasped a stepped back but I didn’t have anywhere to go. My back met the wall and I uncrossed my arms and my eyes went wide as he finally stopped and leaned down. His gorgeous face was a mere inch away from mine. He was so close I could smell the cold atmosphere outside mixed with his cologne and his own mouth watering personal scent.

“Wha…what are you doing?” I stuttered out, my brain went completely offline with his proximity. I even forgot what I was upset about. Now, my concern was that his oh so delicious lips and his sculpted body was in touching distance. And I had to resist the urge to rub up against him, begging for his touch like a pampered little kitty. I almost mewled right there at the thought. And how embarrassing would that be?

Noah’s baby blues held me captivated as his mouth turned up into a sexy but mischievous grin. “Did you miss me, baby?” He asked and raised his hand to run his fingertip across my cheekbone and I felt my knees begin to wobble.

“ Baby .” The hell, did I wake up in some alternate universe or something?

“What has gotten into you? Are you alright?” I indignantly asked and tried to push at the wall that was his chest to get away from his intoxicating presence.

But of course, like the brick house that he is, my feeble little hands didn’t manage to move him not even an inch. I could feel my heart rate spike and my mind started whirring at a mile a minute. What was going on? I needed some space in order to think clearly but he was refusing me even that, and I was getting ready to panic here. I nervously licked my dry lips and watched wide eyed as his cerulean eyes followed the movement of the tip of my tongue over my bottom lip and my breath hitched.

“Please don’t do that. We have to talk and when you lick that delectable sweet lip like that it makes me want to taste it even more than I already do.” He whispered, and his voice had even dropped an octave or two, and the cadence of it went straight to my pulsing cock. I just stood there with my mouth open blinking at him like an owl. Did I just hear him correctly? Did he just say that he wanted to taste my lips? What in the world happened between yesterday and today that could have brought this on? Oh god, if he was playing with me, I will never forgive him. I thought as I began to feel my anger surge back to life. And with it so did my strength, I brought my arms up and flattened my hands on his huge Pecs and gave him a mighty shove. He stumbled back just a little, but it was enough for me to scoot around his much larger body and stand in the middle of the kitchen with my hands on my hips.

“What is going on with you?” I snapped out the question, demanding him with my belligerent gaze to answer me. “I mean, yesterday you are trooping your usual bed mates through here and today you want to tell me you fancy me or something? Are you on drugs, or wait you couldn’t find anyone to kink it out with?” I harshly demanded knowing I was going a little bit too far, but I was so confused and hurt at his sudden show of attention after all this time of lusting after him, feelings that he has never even picked up on before. And now it was like some paradox that he suddenly wanted me and was flirting with me. My heart and my pride couldn’t take it.

It happened like in those vampire movies, he moved too fast for my eyes to capture or my brain to register. I was standing there in all my indignant glory one minute, and the next minute I was sitting on the counter with my arms pinned above my head on the cabinet, my back pushed against the wall, and my legs were wide open with 250 pounds dominating muscle bearing down on me. And God help me, my cock was hard as a steel pipe and leaking like a faulty faucet in my shorts.

Noah’s barrel chest was heaving and his pupils were blown wide open, you could barely see the ring of blue around his irises. His lips were wet and slightly parted and his breath panted between them and his nostrils were flared. This look, Oh God, I have never seen this side of him before and I just wanted to offer myself like a sacrifice. Damn, he was hot like this. I felt my own breathing spike and I wanted nothing more than for him to take me, to make me do whatever he wanted.

He looked at me like he wanted to devour me, and I couldn’t hold it in anymore and I released a totally helpless moan of need and want and arched my back and brought my heated chest into contact with his hard muscle packed chest.

“That’s it, baby. That is what I want and need to know right there. I want you, it took me sometime to realize this and I am sorry. But Bri, I need you and I know I have been an ass. But I can’t deny it anymore. So, I apologize, sincerely I do. So please baby, say you forgive me and either send me to hell or take to me heaven.” He pleaded and that was all it took, those whispered words of pure honest need from his lips erased everything for me but the burning desire to have this man as mine. My best friend, the love of my life and I could do nothing else but lean forward and crash my lips against his firm warm mouth and have him swallow the whimper to anticipation that I let go.

I kissed him like he was my life line. Our lips and tongues moved in perfect harmony. And oh God, he tasted so good, it was so right, and I writhed against his hard body. He lifted me from the counter and my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his broad shoulders as he carried me down the hall to his room. The door banged against the wall and his step didn’t even falter as he swept me towards his bed. I landed on my back on the sheets with every inch of his delicious body hovering over me. Our lips still attached as he drank from my very soul.

Writhing underneath him as I felt his fingers lift the hem of my shirt, his exploring digits felt cool against my heated flesh as they caressed over the skin of my abdomen, slowly gliding their way up to my chest. And when his thumb coasted over one pert nub of my nipple, it peaked under his attentions and I arched my back and moaned some more into his mouth. My legs opened wider to accommodate his hips as he settled in between my thighs. His rock hard denim covered erection made firm contact with my leaking member and my hips shot up seeking, needing more of that luscious friction against my shaft and balls.. Grinding against him like a deviant wanton. I was reduced to a mindless moaning mess.

Noah commanded my body like he made it just for his pleasure. In an instant he had my shirt over my head and he used the soft cotton to bind my wrists, my arms held firmly in place over head. And before I could even protest at not having the use of them to explore his body, his sweet lips moved from mine and he unerringly found that soft spot on my neck and viciously attacked it with this teeth and tongue. My entire body undulated under his and my balls churned with my pent up release. God Help me, I was lost on a sea of desire for this man.

Helpless and bound, I brought my legs up and used my toes to pull at the waistband of his jeans. It was the only way I could communicate that I wanted him naked and hot against me. My mouth was too busy moaning and my arms were restrained over my head. But Noah got the hint, because he heaved his big body away from my much smaller frame and sat on his heels in between my parted thighs. Through half lidded eyes, I watched as he shrugged out of his jacket and he whipped his sweater over his head displaying the tanned smooth expanse of his perfect chest to my hungry eyes and my mouth watered as I panted away under his ever watchful gaze.

He backed off the bed completely and in a heartbeat, he kicked off his boots and removed his socks. My eyes were riveted to his perfection as his hands went to the snap of his jeans and the little popping sound it made went straight to my cock as it throbbed and pumped out even more pre-ejaculate. I underwear was soaked by this point and I didn’t care. The muscles in my thighs twitched and my ass clenched with anticipation as he pushed both his jeans and underwear over those massive tree trunk thighs. His veins so prominent and manly, I couldn’t help but moan in anticipation at the sight.

Once Noah was naked he leaned over and in one swoop divested me if my shorts and tidy whiteys. I laid there trembling under his appreciative perusal of my body. “Beautiful.” He whispered as he rejoined me on the bed. And my chest puffed out with pride that this Adonis of a man found me wanting.

Another needy moan was peeled from my throat and he used his knees to spread my thighs even wider and he settled himself within the cradle of my hips. The first flesh to flesh contact of his searing hot dick against mine was indescribable. They were perfectly aligned as he ground his pelvis against mine. He lips recaptured mine and he swallowed every sound that I made. His hands were everywhere, learning the texture of skin and pleasuring my hot spots when he found them. He took his time with me, loving on me and making me want like I never wanted before, and I reveled in it. Finally, he was going to be mine and I was going to be his…more than friends, we were going to become lovers too.

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

(Noah’s Bedroom and please enjoy the music video “This Time” by John Legend. I felt that the song was so appropriate for this story.——>)

A/N-Thanks again for reading and SmexicanSHelley, I hope you liked it. I chose not to do an epilogue, because Ifelt it woul dhave been an overkill so this is it, the end. Sometimes stories just take me and I have to write wher eit takes me andnot where I feel it should go. Thanks again. xoxo, ladydianna01

My hands shook and my heart pounded away so hard in my chest, that I thought I might expire right here from just the simple joy of having this beautiful angel in my arms. And finally having his gorgeous body under my hands for me to do with whatever I wanted to make me soar to the highest reaches of heaven. With each one of his little whimpers and each gasping moan that were released from him went straight to my head, and my ego inflated to epic proportions that he was responding to wholeheartedly to my ministrations. It just made me want to do more, to try more, and to try to be everything that he wanted and needed.

Brian, oh my sweet Jesus. He was sexier than sin like this as I watched as his slender body undulated underneath mine, his creamy skin flushed so deliciously as I loved over every centimeter of his perfection. His muscles twitched and flexed his graceful neck and back arched and begged for my kisses and caresses.

My mouth and tongue traveled the smooth expanse of his throat and his pulse pounded away against my lips and I couldn’t help but smile and the erratic rhythm signaling how much he was feeling for me. I worshipped his body with the reverence of a simple man bowing front of a deity. His little hands fisted in my hair as I traveled across his slender chest from one pretty pink nipple to the other. His hips bucked up and the wet head of our members rubbed together even more lusciously and I groaned deep in my throat. I continued to nibble and love on the beaded little bit of flesh to my heart’s content, continuously swirling my tongue along his sweet skin.

We bucked and grinded against one another and I felt it, that connection I was missing, that deep level of intimacy that was missing with the others that couldn’t even have come close to holding a candle to my love. My beautiful sweet man in my arms. I felt the tears of gratitude burn behind my eyes that I didn’t lose him to my own silliness and selfishness. I worshipped him like he deserved to be worshipped and gave him everything that I had in my soul to give him as I poured out all my love and all that I was feeling for him in my touch.

My mouth continued its leisurely descent following the fine trail of dark hairs leading to his flat abdomen. My tongue dipped into his little belly button and he mewled so sweetly for me that I had to do it again. I could smell his mouth watering clean musky manhood and arousal the lower I descended on his gorgeous body. And when I was face to face with his perfect cock. I had to swallow the lump in my throat at the absolute perfection of that long slender shaft and the perfectly rounded balls that I just wanted to bury my face into. God, I have never felt anything like this before. Imagine a lifetime with him and I just realized how perfect he as for me. He knew everything about me.

We have shared a lifetime and if I have my way, we will continue to share all the laughs and the love that I can shower onto him and he onto me. Damn, I was so obtuse to think that someone else could have possibly given me what only he could. I took him into my hand and I looked up into his beautiful face and I saw nothing but burning desire and acceptance from him, and I was humbled to the core of my soul at how much trust and love he was placing in me right at this moment and my heart swelled up even more this man. My Brian.

This was pure; they were no thoughts in my head about turning his lovely pale skin pink from lashes of my flogger or crop. There were no thoughts of seeing him bound and begging at my feet. This was about love, our love and our connection to one another. I wanted our first time to celebrate that simple fact. I wanted our coupling to be pure and reverent to what I felt for him, a physical communication of or mind and bodies. This time, our first time I wanted it all, but I wanted more to show him that I loved him like no other could love him.

So when my lips wrapped around the soft velvety bulbous head of his shaft, and his salty sweet taste exploded onto my tongue, I loudly groaned out my delight for him to hear. That’s why I bound his arms, I wanted to be the one touching and pouring out everything I needed to show him how desirable he was, how hot he looked like this, and how perfect he was for me. This time I wanted it to be nothing but the both of us. This time, I wanted him to know that no matter what he was it for me, that I was his man and no other.

I bobbed my head up and down, running my tongue along the vein on the underside of his shaft and suckled him for all that I was worth. I hollowed my cheeks and drew one hand up to his balls to fondle them as he moaned and cried out for me. With every “please,” and “baby, more.” That passed his sweet lips I went harder, sucked faster. I was determined as I relaxed my gag reflex and took deep into my throat and let the muscles there work along his turgid shaft before pulling off and starting all over again. I knew he was close and I used my shoulders to get closer and spread his trembling thighs wider and I sucked his very essence into my body and breathed nothing but him. My sweet boy.

Brian’s entire body jerked and convulsed, I felt his balls go hard and draw up in the palm of my hand, he was so close and I wanted it. I needed to taste his orgasm all over my tongue. I bared my teeth and scraped them along his rigid length and he lost it with a heartfelt scream of completion as jet after jet of his thick sweet cream washed over my tongue and down my throat. And I continued to suckle every drop from the twitching sensitive head of his luscious cock.

He slumped back onto the bed, sweaty, sexy and replete, but I refused to give him a moment’s respite. I wanted him to remember this for the rest of his life. So with his arms still bound I flipped him over onto his stomach and he gave me a surprised little yelp that I made me smile. I sat back on my heels between his parted thighs and let my hands glide over the graceful muscles of his back. I committed his beautiful form to memory with the tips of my fingers. All that was going through my mind was mine. This man was MINE!  And I was and have forever been his.

My hands traveled the length of his elegant spine to the perfectly round globes of his ass. The cheeks were so firm and so warm as I squeezed them with both hands and slowly parted them to reveal that sweet pink little hole that was winking so enticingly at me. God, my hands trembled for a moment at the sight. A growl escaped my lips as my hands went to his hips and lifted them. I muscled my shoulders in between his creamy thighs and got myself into the perfect position to eat his delectable ass.

Brain was incoherent and when the knowledge washed over him of what I was going to do to him. And he drew himself up onto his bound elbows and graciously stuck his pretty ass into my face. And I dived in; I flattened my tongue and licked his cleft from top to bottom, groaning as his unique flavor of clean soap and musk washed over my taste buds. I pointed my tongue and licked every inch of his cleft with it until I reached his little quivering star of muscle. I teased it into compliance, I licked and sucked it until it relaxed and I slowly worked my tongue into his entrance. I used my tongue and fucked him with it like how I was going to fuck him with my cock.

My baby ground his hips and cried out time and time again as I buried my face and tongue in his ass. I reached around the front of his body and wrapped my hand around his dripping erection and I stroked him in time to my tongue jabbing into that wet dripping hole that I as worshipping at the moment. He was everything, everything that I needed and wanted as a partner. His heated responses to my touch just inflamed me even more as I continued my all out sexual assault on his body. My cock throbbed between my legs and my balls were heavy with cum ready to be released deep inside of his core, and I couldn’t take it anymore as his cock jumped in my hand and exploded all over my sheets. The scent and sight of his release had me enthralled.

Quickly, I sat up and reached over to the bedside table for a condom and some lube. I made short work of preparing myself and then my slicked up hands went to his ass. I parted those sweet mounds and let my fingers find his kiss swollen entrance. I gently worked a finger into his him, spreading lube into his chute. I reveled in the feeling of being of my digit being hungrily pulled inside his hot little channel. It felt like fire inside of him, soft and smooth, and his muscles rippled along the length of my finger and I couldn’t wait to feel those same ripples along my shaft. I worked another two fingers into his body and Brain screamed and cried out my name when I ruthlessly manipulated his prostate.

I withdrew my fingers despite his whimpering protests and lined my cock up to his entrance before it could clench back into its tight protective posture. I worked it past that ring of tight nerves and the heat of his channel hit the head of my sensitive erection, and I threw my head back and groaned long and loud as I worked my entire length into his hot spasming channel all the way to the hilt. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I forced myself to remain absolutely still in my own personal haven in his tight body until he was accustomed to my invasion.

“Please, please, for the love of God, baby move.” He panted and rolled his hips at the same time driving me absolutely insane.

“Anything you want, baby. You command me.” I whispered as I leaned forward and licked the center of back. He arched his spine and I pulled back slowly leaving only the head at his quivering entrance, and then I snapped my hips forward and plunged back inside to the hilt. Brian cried out and I repeated it again and again, until I picked up the pace and I was pounding in and out of his tight heat.

Brain started rocking back and forth on his knees meeting me thrust for thrust; sweat started rolling off my skin in rivulets, dripping onto his already damp skin mixing our essences together even more as the sex pounded on. The muscles of my arms, thighs, and back stood out prominently as I strained to hold it together. My thighs shuddered and I grunted with the feel of my balls swelling up in preparation for my release. I began to buck and up and down, rolling my hips and Brian followed my rhythm in perfect synchronization, and I felt him jerk as his release slammed into him and I screamed. “Thank fuck.” As my orgasm gripped my spine and burned a trail of fire through my nuts and exploded out the head of my cock buried deep in the heat of his body.

I felt like my orgasm took me to a different realm because I was flying so high as my body continued to jerk and seize from the force of my completion. Brian went completely limp underneath me and if wasn’t for his heaving back, I would have thought that he was dead. And once I regained control over my muscles I slowly withdrew from his tight heat and released a tired hiss.

On trembling knees and padded into the bathroom and ran a clean washcloth over myself and grabbed another for my love. I made it back to the bed and I cleaned him from head to toe. I unbound his short from his wrists and massaged them making sure that he was alright and that he had feelings in his fingers. As I fussed over him, he just stopped me by pulling me down on top of him and sweetly kissed the tip of my nose.

I threw the washcloth on the floor and gave him all my attention as I settled down and cuddled him into my side. We wound up talking, really talking about our life and our love, and I apologized to him over and over again like Master Ryan said, but he stopped me and told me that we are moving on together from here on out.

We talked for hours and I was so elated that everything was out in the open, I was free to love him and he was free to love me, I fed him his favorite dish with all the stress and worries lifted from our shoulders. Midterms were a breeze after this and every time he threw a snit over or worried over a test or even Finals, I made him refocus with a couple of swats, or even a heavy session if being gagged and bound until he calmed down and let me love on him until he clear and focused again. He is my everything, my lover and friend, my partner and hopefully one day my husband.

The End