Apartment 311

Ch | 62

Brooklyn Noelle Brankovich

Chapter Sixty-two: "A word of caution"

I woke up and stretched, my eyes catching the time on my phone screen that coincidentally came alive when I did.

When I looked down to my right, I noticed Noah still asleep. I smiled at him and then kissed his nose before carefully sliding out of the bed.

In the bathroom, I relieved myself and then washed my face and brushed my teeth.

After that, I tiptoed to the kitchen and looked for some food, but of course, Noah still hadn't gone grocery shopping.

I stepped foot back in the bedroom and saw Noah starting to wake up. So, I crawled under the covers and slid my hand up his leg to find his length.

Pulling down his shorts, I stared at what I missed so much and was proud to have him in my hands again.

"Brooklyn," his husky morning voice cracked.

I silenced him and smiled with his member to my lips. Without further hesitation, I let my saliva drip down every inch of him and grinded my hands on a slow, teasing jerking motion.

My tongue swirled around the tip, catching the pre-cum that oozed out. He grew firm fast and I found myself surprised at the erect length after not getting it in a month.

Noah's stomach inflated and deflated, he exhaled shakily as I watched his body stiffen.

I sucked his balls into my mouth and released them, letting the spit drizzle across my chin.

"Is this good?" I asked him innocently, slowly licking up the shaft.

"Fuck," he hissed, "that's perfect, baby."

I smiled, content, and took him at the back of my throat until I gagged on him and pulled out once my vision went blurry.

When I did it again, I kept him at my uvula and swallowed. He jerked and I freed him, gasping for air.

Impatient, he fisted a chunk of my hair and pushed my head down. I bobbed my head, gradually speeding the pace until I felt him build and throb in my mouth.

Noah finished, the warm load coating my throat. I swallowed with satisfaction and used my finger to swipe the corner of my lips.

He panted for breath and his muscles eventually relaxed. Intrigued, I studied his anatomy until he came down. It made me happy to see how badly he needed that.

Noah lifted the covers and grabbed both sides of my face, bringing me to his lips.

"You're so perfect," he rasped, pressing his lips to mine. "What are you doing to me?"

"Good morning," I smiled bashfully.

*

I was fully dressed sitting on Noah's couch after showering and having a slice of toast for breakfast.

After a little over half an hour, Noah joined me in the living room. His body wash hit my nose, the scent was inviting and I loved it on him.