NOAH

My internal thought hit me like a slap.

I want to suck his dick.

The second the words formed in my brain, shame crashed over me so hard my face burned hotter than the workout had left it.

What the fuck was wrong with me? This man had dragged me into his world, turned my life into a contract of humiliation and pleasure, and here I was... sweaty, sore, and drooling over the very cock that kept wrecking me.

I wanted to crawl into the marble tiles and disappear.

Cassian’s gaze sharpened.

He’d caught me. Of course he had. Those dark eyes flicked down to where my oversized t-shirt was doing nothing to hide the obvious tent in my shorts, then back up to my face. A slow, predatory smirk curved his lips.

"Staring again, Noah?" His voice was velvet over steel, low enough to vibrate in my chest. "You look like you’re about to start begging without even saying a word. That hungry little mouth of yours is practically watering."

I spun away so fast I nearly slipped on the damp floor. "Shut up." My hands fumbled with the shower controls, cranking the water on full blast. Steam billowed up immediately. "Stay on the other side of the bathroom. I mean it. I’m showering alone."

He didn’t move. Not even an inch. Instead, he stepped right up behind me, his bare chest brushing my back through the thin fabric of my shirt.

Before I could protest, his arms slid around my waist, pulling me flush against him. His cock, already half-hard from the gym teasing, pressed heavy and insistent against the curve of my ass. The heat of it burned through my shorts like it was branding me.

"Cassian—" My voice cracked.

His mouth found the side of my neck, lips soft at first, then teeth grazing my skin as he nibbled my ear.

"You said alone," he murmured, breath hot and mocking. "But we both know that’s not what you want."

He kissed lower, sucking a mark just below my earlobe, and my knees buckled.

His hands mapped my body like he owned every inch, sliding under the hem of my shirt, palms rough and deliberate over my stomach, up my chest, thumbs circling my nipples until they pebbled under his touch.

The water pounded down on us, soaking through my clothes in seconds. My resolve cracked like cheap glass.

I hated how fast it happened... how one rough kiss to my shoulder had me arching back into him, ass grinding against that thick, hardening length without permission from my brain.

His kisses turned filthy, open-mouthed and demanding, tongue tracing the shell of my ear before he bit down harder, just enough to make me gasp.

He spun me around suddenly, manhandling me until we were chest to chest under the spray. Water cascaded over his sharp jaw, down the ridges of his abs, making every muscle gleam.

His mouth crashed into mine, tongue shoving past my lips in a kiss that tasted like sweat and control.

I moaned into it, hands clutching his shoulders because I couldn’t not touch him. His tongue fucked my mouth slow and deep, like he was reminding me exactly what else he could do with it.

He broke the kiss only to drag his lips lower, down my throat, across my collarbone, tongue flicking over my nipple before sucking it hard.

My body shivered violently, every nerve lighting up. "Cassian... fuck..."

He pulled me tighter against him, one hand dropping to grab my ass cheeks, spreading them shamelessly.

His fingers teased my hole through the wet fabric of my shorts, circling the rim with just enough pressure to make my breath hitch.

I was rock-hard now, leaking into my underwear, embarrassed by how slick and eager I already felt.

"Look at you," he growled against my skin, voice dripping with amusement. "Already trembling like a desperate slut. You’re so fucking hungry for it, aren’t you? That pretty hole’s pulsing just from a little teasing."

"I’m not—" The denial came out weak, breathy. My hips rolled back into his hand anyway, chasing the pressure.

He sank his teeth into the meat of my shoulder, hard enough to bruise, then spanked my ass once, sharp and loud over the water.

The sting bloomed hot. Another spank, harder. Then a third, right where it made my cock twitch. "Admit it, Noah. You want to get wrecked. Say it."

Defiance flared in my chest, even as my body betrayed me. I shoved at his chest, not really trying to push him away.

"No. Maybe you’re the one who can’t keep his hands off me. You’re the one dragging me around like your personal fucktoy every chance you get. Maybe you’re the desperate one here."

Cassian’s eyes darkened instantly. He realized I was testing him, poking the beast on purpose and the shift in his demeanor was immediate.

That calm, controlled mask slipped into full Dom mode: jaw tight, shoulders squared, voice dropping to that dangerous, gravelly command that always made my stomach flip.

"Oh, I see," he said, almost softly. But there was nothing soft about the way he gripped my jaw, forcing my eyes up to his.

"You couldn’t stop staring at my dick in the mirror earlier. Practically drooling over it like a starving man. Maybe I should remind you exactly what it tastes like. Kneel."

The word hit like a whip. My knees folded instantly, hitting the wet tile with a splash. No hesitation. None.

My face was level with his cock now, fully hard, thick, veiny, and angry-looking, the head flushed dark and glistening under the water.

It bobbed heavy in front of me, intimidating as ever. I salivated, mouth flooding with want.

How many times had this exact cock rearranged my guts in the last few weeks?

Stretched me open until I saw stars, fucked me raw and stupid until I couldn’t walk straight? It was a miracle it even fit, every single time.

Cassian wrapped a hand around the base, stroking once as he teased me with it.

He smacked the heavy length lightly against my left cheek.. wet, obscene sound echoing off the tiles.. then my right. My hole clenched hard, pulsing with empty need. Every smack sent sparks straight to my cock, pre-cum dripping down my thigh.

"Open that smart mouth," he ordered.

I obeyed. My lips parted, and he rubbed the wet tip across them, smearing pre-cum like gloss. Another light smack to my cheek. Then one more. I was throbbing, aching, lost.

"Suck."

I leaned in, tongue flicking out to lick the slick head slow and reverent. Salty, musky, perfect. I eased the thick length into my mouth, lips stretching wide around the girth.

God, he was huge, veins pulsing against my tongue as I worked him deeper, inch by inch.

My jaw ached already, but I kept going, hollowing my cheeks, savoring the low groan that rumbled out of his chest.

He tasted like sin. Like power. I took more, gagging softly when he hit the back of my throat, but I didn’t stop. My hands twitched up instinctively, wanting to stroke what I couldn’t fit.

"No hands," he snapped, voice rough. "You’re doing this with that pretty throat alone."

I whimpered around him but obeyed, dropping my hands to my thighs. I worked harder, bobbing slow, tongue swirling the underside, spit already dripping down my chin mixed with shower water.

Cassian’s sounds, those deep, guttural grunts made my own cock leak harder.

He watched me struggle for a moment, eyes hooded. Then: "You’re trying so hard, baby. Let me help you."

Before I could react, his fingers tangled tight in my wet hair. He thrust forward, shoving every last inch down my throat in one brutal push.

My eyes watered instantly, throat convulsing around the invasion. The stretch burned so good.

My cock jerked untouched, and I came... hard... spurting into my shorts with a muffled cry around his dick. Cassian grunted in pleasure, hips twitching at the feel of my throat spasming.

He didn’t let up. He fucked my throat in deep, steady strokes, using my mouth like a toy. Wet, filthy gagging sounds filled the shower.

My body lit up with pure, unadulterated need—every hole aching to be wrecked, filled, used.

I wanted him in my ass, my throat, everywhere at once.

Tears streamed down my face, but I sucked greedily, tongue working what I could, nose buried in his trimmed pubic hair on every thrust.

Cassian’s pace quickened, hips snapping faster, breaths ragged. "Fuck—good boy. Taking it so deep. Gonna fill that throat."

He slammed in one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came. Thick, hot ropes pulsed straight down my throat, endless.

I swallowed greedily, every drop, choking but desperate not to spill any. He held me there through the aftershocks, grinding shallowly until he was spent.

When he finally pulled out, my throat felt raw, used, swollen. Strings of cum and spit connected my lips to his still-hard cock.

He smeared the mess across my bottom lip with his thumb, then leaned down and bit it, hard enough to sting, possessive. "Such a perfect little cocksucker," he praised, voice wrecked. "Swallowed every drop like you were made for it."

I couldn’t help it... I gave his dick one last slow lick from base to tip, tasting the last of him, before sitting back on my heels, panting.

Cassian’s hand cupped my jaw again, tilting my face up. His eyes were dark, satisfied, but still hungry. "Now tell me, Noah. What do you really want?"

My voice was hoarse, ruined, but the answer came out clear and desperate.

"I want you to fuck me."