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His muscles jump under me, and his arousal twitches visibly. Needing to see and feel it without the fabric between us, I unzip the fly, eyebrow raising when I find he’s gone commando.

“It’s too hot for underwear,” he replies simply.

I bite my cheek to keep from laughing and pull his cock between the slats of fabric, his hot shaft heavy in my hand. He hisses at the contact, and I apply more pressure, fisting him.

“Fuck, Sunshine.” He moans. “It’s been too long since you’ve touched me like this.”

“And who’s fault is that?”

“Mine,” he answers easily. “It’s my fault.”

It feels good to hear him say it, empowering. For so long, I’ve wondered if the reason we were no longer jelling in the bedroom or connecting how I wanted was because he’d lost his desire for me, that he only cared about hockey and everything that had to do with it.

I hover over the head of his weeping arousal, my breath teasing him. I squeeze the base of his shaft with more power than I ever have in our years together.

“Fuck,” he groans, head pushing back against the pillows.

“Are you going to be a good boy and be better from now on?”

Noah’s cock jerks in my hand, and his eyes snap to mine. Shock grips me at the words that just fell from my mouth with more ease than they ought to. I’ve never been this dominant with him in bed or called him a good boy, but I’ve been paying attention to his interactions with Beck, and given his current reaction, I know he liked it. I liked it, too.

“Yes, Sunshine. I’ll be your good boy.”

Your good boy. My clit pulses with need, and my mouth waters. My ass in the air and naked breasts pressing into his thighs, I take his cock into my mouth. Salty pre-cum hits my tongue, and I moan, taking half of his shaft into my mouth until I hit the top of the fist I still have wrapped around him.

Noah swears and thrusts upward, trying to get more, and I pop off, smacking him on the thigh. The slap echoes, and Noah and I stare at each other. When I part my lips to apologize, he speaks before I can.

“Fuck, Quinn.” His cock pulses in my hand again. “That was hot.”

Confidence builds within me, and my skin tingles. “You like when I punish you for being naughty?” I squeeze his arousal harder, drawing more blood to his already swollen crown and pulling another bead of pre-cum from his slit.

“Yes.” He squirms, and I grip him with even more force. “Fuck!”

“Don’t move unless I tell you to,” I command.

“I won’t.”

Excitement I’ve never felt before spurs me into action. I feed his cock back into my mouth, removing my hand so I can take more of him down. I stare up at him as best I can and get pleasure from the way his eyes roll into the back of his head when I suction my mouth around him.

I bob up and down, my saliva mixing with his pre-cum. Needing more, I go back to the tip, pumping his shaft until I get more milky white liquid. I moan and swirl my tongue around his crown, licking him like an ice cream cone.

“That feels so good, Sunshine.”

His hands grip the comforter, and his muscles bunch, but he does what I told him and stays as still as possible. I keep sucking him off, rolling his balls between one hand while digging my fingers into his thigh with the other. His cock thickens in my mouth, and Noah whimpers—the sound so sweet I want to hear it again—but I don’t want him to come yet.

I flatten my tongue and open my throat, taking him as far back as he can go. Just before I gag, I pull off, spit trailing from his tip to my smiling lips.

He lazily smiles back, and I take him in. His fists are white-knuckling the comforter, and every part of his body is flushed a beautiful pink. I’ve left nail marks on his thigh, and his wet cock twitches with need.

I wrap my hand around him again, and he hisses. “Do you need to come, baby?”

“Yes.” He moans.

“You think you’ve been a good boy?”

“Yes.”

I pump him harder, enjoying the way the thick veins of his cock feel under my hand.