Noah's POV
Kieran's cock tastes like sweat, salt, and power. Thick and hot on my tongue, it stretches my lips until my jaw aches, but I don't care. I suck him greedily, like I'm starved—because I am. My knees are already burning from the rough cave floor, but the pain is just another layer of this heat. This filthy, perfect punishment. The kind I earned by dragging him out here with nothing but bad intentions and slick dripping down my thighs.
His fingers knot in my hair, and the sharp pull only makes me moan louder around his cock.
"That's it. Good boy," he growls, voice rough like gravel. "Don't stop."
As if I ever would.
