Cross My Heart

44. TYLER

Chapter 44

TYLER

“ I ’m finally taking this hole, Tyler.”

I feel the warm cum dripping down my crack, but Noah pushes it up with his fingers, rubbing my rim with it. I look down at him between my legs, but he’s focused on what he’s doing, paying me no mind. I can’t lie, he looks fucking amazing down there. He looks like every wet dream I’ve ever had. On his knees for me, ready to take me. This is new. The one thing I haven’t given him before, and he looks ready to devour me.

“Do it,” I say softly, and his eyes connect with mine. I push up onto my elbows to get a better view, and he pushes his finger into me slowly, making me gasp.

The burn is breathtaking, and my legs go numb from it. “Breathe, Ty,” Noah says, his finger stilling inside of me. “Relax.”

I lean back again and take a deep breath, relaxing my body for him, and bearing down on his finger. It slips in some more, breaching the tight ring of muscle. It burns , and I suck in a sharp breath.

He thrusts his finger all the way in, letting me adjust, then pulls it out and adds another one. I groan at the intrusion but accept him into my body, and after a few thrusts, the burn dissipates.

“God, Ty,” Noah growls. “You’re so fucking tight. Your ass is gonna feel amazing wrapped around my cock.”

He thrusts in and out one more time, then crooks his fingers inside of me. White-hot pleasure courses through me, and I moan so loud it’s embarrassing. “Oh, fuck. What the fuck was that?”

“That?” He crooks his fingers again, and I moan as a tingling feeling takes over my entire body. I nod quickly. “That’s your prostate.”

It feels divine, and I know I’m going to embarrass myself. My eyes roll back, and he crooks his fingers inside of me again. My eyes practically cross and my toes curl, my fingers gripping the sheets.

Noah pulls out.

“Hold your legs up for me, love.” I do as he says. “Show me that pretty little hole.”

I stay quiet as he looks at me, and his praise lights me up inside.

“Lube?” he asks, and I point toward the drawers in my nightstand. “Condom?”

“No condom,” I tell him as he grabs the lube from the nightstand and then comes back to kneel between my legs. I’m still pulling them up toward my chest, completely exposing myself, and my face heats at how vulnerable I feel. “I want you bare.” I groan as he puts lube on his fingers and thrusts three into me, scissoring them. “Fuck me raw. Own me.”

Noah hums, “Fuck, yes.”

He withdraws his fingers quickly, making me feel empty. But then he coats his cock with lube and suddenly I’m nervous, my stomach filling with manic butterflies. He presses the head to my entrance, slowly giving me inch by inch. The burn is almost unbearable, and the feeling of fullness has me trying to escape him.

“Stop moving, Ty,” he whispers. “Don’t run away from me anymore, love.”

My heart stutters in my chest, and I stay still for him, breathing in deeply. He finally bottoms out, and we moan in unison when his pelvis meets my ass. I feel fuller than I ever have, and I grit my teeth against the sensation.

“You have to fuck me.” I breathe, “Please.”

Noah smirks, rocking back until nothing but the tip is inside of me, then slamming back in. He’s not taking it easy on me like I thought he would, instead, every thrust is as if he’s trying to break me. Break me for all the hurt we’ve caused between us. For all the time wasted. But I’m not intimidated, and I’m not running away. So I spread my legs wider for him and grab onto his ass cheeks, pushing him in further, keeping him closer.

He angles his hips, suddenly hitting my prostate, and my entire body begins to tremble. Pleasure skates down my spine, fire licking at my every nerve ending, and I hold him tighter as he does it over and over again until my eyes feel like they’re going to cross.

“God, yes, don’t fucking stop,” I pant, pressing my heels against the bed and beginning to fuck him back.

“Look at you, Tyler,” Noah whispers, grabbing my legs and putting them over his shoulders. He leans into me, his lips brushing against mine now. “Taking me so fucking good.”

“ Noah ,” I moan.

“Fuck, if you keep saying my name like that, I’m gonna come.” He thrusts in harder, rattling my bones, pegging my prostate once more. Unintelligible sounds escape me, and he groans. “Tell me you want it. Come on, love. Tell me you want my cum.”

“I want it,” I whine. “Come in my ass.”

Noah moans. “You first. Let me fill you up.”

My body tenses as I wrap my hand around my dick and begin to stroke like my life depends on it. My legs tremble, my back arches off the bed, and my toes curl as the most intense orgasm of my life crashes into me. I’m panting, groaning and moaning. Animalistic sounds come out of me as I keep coming and coming all over my chest and abs, the stickiness getting all over Noah as well. This seems to trigger his orgasm because seconds later he thrusts in twice more and stills, his cock pulsing deep in my ass. I feel the flood of warmth inside of me, foreign but not unwelcome.

Noah pulls out of me all too soon, licking his way down my body, then shoves my legs toward my chest roughly. He runs two fingers through the wetness at my entrance, then dips his head down between my legs. When his tongue licks at my rim, I moan.

“Feed it to me, Ty,” he whispers, then sucks on my rim and groans. “Give me my cum back.”

“Oh, God,” I grunt as I bear down and give him what he wants. He licks me clean, thrusting his tongue in and out of me until I can feel my cock fighting to get hard again. “Noah, please.”

“What, love?”

“You’re driving me nuts.”

“Just how I want you.”

By the time he’s done cleaning me up, my dick is hard again. I don’t act on it though, and neither does he.

“F-fuck,” I whisper. “That was?—”

“Incredible?” Noah asks me with a sinful smirk. “I could tell.”

“I was gonna say life-changing.” I grin. “ Goddamn .”

Noah flops down onto the bed beside me and chuckles. I feel the sound in my bones, and I love it so much a smile takes over my face. I know this isn’t an ideal situation, what with me leaving Scarlett and now going through a divorce soon, but I can’t help but be happy too. I have been waiting for this moment for six months now—years if I’m being honest with myself. And I don’t want to wait one more second. I want to be able to call him mine.

“Noah, baby,” I whisper. “I have a question.”

“Why are we whispering?” he asks.

“Because I’m scared,” I admit, and a shiver goes through me. I don’t know what he’s going to say to this, and I’m honestly terrified.

“What is it?” I look over at his face, and his brows are furrowed.

We make eye contact, and I smile sheepishly. “Will you be with me?”

“Like your boyfriend?”

“Yeah…” I nod. “Exactly like that.”

There’s a moment of silence between us, and he looks at me with wide eyes. I’m guessing he’s surprised by my question because he doesn’t say anything at all. I’m starting to get scared that maybe it’s too soon to be asking this of him. After all, I’m not even divorced yet. But I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Fuck the technicalities. Scarlett and I are done.

“I—” Noah shakes his head. “A-are you sure?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life.” I reach out, brushing my knuckles over his cheek.

“Okay.” Noah nods with a grin. “Yes.”

I sigh in relief. “I’ve been waiting for this moment for a very long time, Noah.”

“Trust me, I’ve been waiting longer.” Noah smirks.

I was always wishing I could love him in the light—because Noah doesn’t deserve to be loved in the dark. He’s all the fairytales I’ve ever read about. The butterflies in my stomach every time he looks at me. He’s my prince charming, and I’m just the lucky nobody that gets to be loved by him. Simply put—he’s everything and more.

“I love you, Noah,” I whisper, and we both lie on our sides and look into each other’s eyes. “Always have and always will. What I feel for you scares me, but I know you wouldn’t ever drop me. Right, baby?”

“I’d never drop you, Ty,” he whispers back. “Please don’t break me. You have all the power here.”

“Do you love me?” I ask him, and he bites his bottom lip.

“More than anything.”

We’re both silent for a moment, just taking each other in.

“I love you too,” I tell him. “To the moon and back, until all the stars in the sky disappear, and even after.”

“So…” Noah says softly. “When are you serving her papers?”

“She got served today,” I reply. “And I’m putting the house up for sale this week.”

Noah nods. “You know in a few weeks I’m expected to go back to work, right?”

My stomach drops. “And then what?”

“That’s up to you, Ty,” he says slowly. “You could move in with me at Benning, or I could come be with you on the weekends. I know you have a business here?—”

“I’ll come with you,” I blurt out, not even thinking twice about it. Maybe that’s a problem, maybe I’m making a rash decision. But the truth is that I’ve been waiting for this moment for years, and I’ll be damned if I wait one more fucking minute. “I’m selling the bar anyway. There’s nothing I want in this town.”

He frowns. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” I tell him without missing a beat. “I’ll have to stay with my parents until I sell the bar. But as soon as it’s done, I’ll come live with you.”

“I guess we better start looking for a place then.” Noah chuckles. “All my stuff is in storage.”

“We’ll figure it out.” I shrug. “We always do.”

And I can only hope from now on we always figure it out together .

Noah falls asleep in my arms after he cleans us up, and I’ve never felt so at peace in my entire life. That is, until he begins to thrash on the bed. His body stiffens, his mouth opens on a gasp, and he cries out. I try to wake him to no avail, but then suddenly his eyes open and he’s panting.

He just had another nightmare. He’s been having a lot of those, and I feel helpless knowing there’s nothing I can do about it.

“Baby,” I breathe. “You’re here with me. Listen to my voice, I’m right here.”

Noah breathes in deeply, trying to calm himself, and my heart squeezes in my chest. It takes him a couple of minutes to regain his composure, and I wait patiently, rubbing his back soothingly.

“Noah,” I tell him softly, and he stiffens. “You need to get help, please. I can’t watch this happen every time you fall asleep.”

“I can’t.” His voice breaks. “If I do I’ll get kicked out of the Army.”

“Your mental health is more important than a job,” I tell him softly. “Please, Noah. You need to take care of yourself. For you. For us.”

Noah sighs, “I’ll think about it.”

But even with those words, I’ve never been more scared in my life.