Page 69 of How Not to Date a Griffin

Nolan snapped his mouth closed, and Reid pulled off completely. “Don’t stop. You sound so hot.”

With a huff, Nolan said, “Well, now I’m embarrassed, so...”

Reid quirked a grin up at him. “Is that a challenge?”

“What? No—oh,” Nolan moaned as Reid took him in deep without hesitation. Nolan was just so responsive, and Reid wanted to make him feel good, wanted to hear more of those noises fall from his lips.

The hand in Reid’s hair tightened, his hips rolling forward of their own accord. If he hadn’t been preparing to take Nolan in further at that same second, it might have taken him by surprise. But they were in sync, like always.

He wondered if Nolan knew as well as Reid did that it wasn’t always like this, so effortlessly easy and fun. Part of him wanted to ask, but another part of him knew already that Nolan felt the same way. It was in the cast of his eyes when Reid glanced up and found molten heat and something sweet there, too.

The realization made him redouble his efforts, dropping a hand to Nolan’s balls as he followed his lips along the hard length with the other.

Nolan must not have been embarrassed anymore, because the sounds that slipped from his lips were downright pornographic and only encouraged Reid, desire sliding right down his spine in a jolt of need.

Focusing on his breath, Reid slid his mouth lower, took more of him in, and eventually let his hand press flat to Nolan’s abdomen, giving himself more room.

As Nolan registered what the press of his touch meant, his own hand slipped against the desk, sending a stack of envelopes tumbling to the floor.

“Fuck, sorry,” Nolan breathed, a chuckle rumbling out of his chest. “God, you’re good at that.”

Reid pulled back, lips curling into a smile that he dragged the head of Nolan’s cock against.

“Christ—“

“No god here,” Reid said, lifting his gaze. “Just me.”

Nolan’s hand wrenched in his hair, dragging a groan from Reid’s mouth this time, as he parted his lips and let Nolan guide him.

“Touch yourself,” Nolan said, his voice as heavy as the weight on Reid’s tongue. “Can you come with my cock in your mouth?”

Reid moaned an affirmation, hands fumbling at his button and zipper, desperate to get his fingers around—

“Good. Don’t,” Nolan said, directing him back with the hold in his hair. Only the head of him remained between Reid’s lips. “Don’t come until I do.”

Fuuuck.

Reid melted at the words, and he let Nolan drag him deeper on his cock, swallowing around him.

He worked his own length slowly, collecting the precum pooling at the head to ease the glide. It felt so fucking good to sink into his knees and ignore the bite of pain in favor of the way Nolan filled his mouth. The weight of him, the scent, the taste and the feel and the way he sounded, miles above Reid as everything fell away but Nolan.

His whispered, desperate praises kept Reid tethered to the earth, if only so he could hear the next words that tumbled off his lips.

“—look so fucking good on your knees for me.”

Reid had to pull his hand away from his cock, pleasure pulsing through him.

God, where did Nolan get off saying things like that? It made Reid want to stay here forever.

“—just look at you, fuck,” Nolan said, reverence in his voice. Reid glanced up past the watering in his eyes and felt Nolan pulse against his tongue.

Reid wrapped his fingers back around himself, stroking slowly, trying to keep pace with Nolan.

Nolan’s other hand lifted away from the desk, threading in his blond hair alongside the first, and Reid’s eyes drifted shut again as Nolan held him still, dragging his cock over Reid’s tongue.

He pressed back in with a slow, careful thrust of his hips, and Reid reached up, grabbed a hold of one thigh, and pulled him closer, faster, more, everything.

“Reid,” Nolan whined, sounding close to ruin, and Reid only hoped Nolan would join him soon because he was well past it.