4. Noah
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NOAH
L ew looked up at me, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth.
His eyes were wide, pupils blown, and a deep shade of red had crept up his throat. Whether from exertion or embarrassment, I couldn’t say. He always acted a little ashamed of what we did together, but that didn’t stop him from following me into the bedroom whenever he saw me.
We hadn’t even made it up to the room I’d rented on the second floor of the Balsam Inn tonight. The minute I’d stuck my head inside the bar to say hello to Tom, Lew had met me by the door. He didn’t say anything, but the second we were outside in the snow, he’d dragged me around to the bathroom, too impatient for me to pick up my room key.
Seeing that kid in the bathroom probably hadn’t helped with Lew’s embarrassment. The kid couldn’t be more than nineteen or twenty. He’d looked innocent as hell, staring at Lew and me the way he had.
But Lew knew how I operated. If he wanted to leave, he was welcome to do so at any time. And until then…well, I knew how Lew operated, too. I knew he liked it when I told him what to do. Knew he needed someone to dominate him.
I was pretty sure it was the domination thing that got him off, more than anything physical that we did.
“You missed a spot,” I told him. His brow furrowed, but before he could ask, I brushed my cock across his cheek, picking up the drops of cum that he’d missed.
He opened his mouth and sucked the head of my cock in again, cleaning it off with his tongue. Fuck, that felt good. Too good. I’d come less than a minute ago, and my whole body was still lit up. I pulled out roughly, then hauled him to his feet.
“What are you—” he began to ask, but when I pushed his chest up against the hand dryer and pressed my chest to his back, he shut up.
“Did I tell you that you could speak?” I asked, twisting his arm around so it pressed against his back. “I’ll tell you what you need to know. If that’s not enough for you, the door’s that way.”
I let go of his hand and moved back to give him a bit of space. More than enough to leave if he wanted to.
“Is that what you want?” I growled. “Want me to leave you alone?”
Lew looked over his shoulder at me and, after a moment, shook his head.
“That’s what I thought.” I stepped forward again, giving his arm a little tug to pull it tighter. Not enough to do any damage. Just enough so he could feel it. He liked that too.
With my free hand, I shoved his grimy jeans below his hips, along with his boxers. His cock was hard, precum dripping from the tip. I swiped my fingers through it, then drew them away.
He brought his left hand down to stroke his cock furiously. My hand moved back to his ass. I slid my fingers between his cheeks and down to his hole. He whined, high-pitched and needy, as I wiped his precum up against his entrance.
“Want me to stop, huh? Want me to walk away?”
He shook his head frantically.
“You sure about that?” I rubbed a circle against his hole with my index finger, but stayed on the outside, teasing him. “Because I could leave. I don’t need your questions. Don’t need anything from you that I haven’t already gotten.”
He shook his head again.
“Tell me,” I commanded. “Tell me what you want.”
“Don’t leave.” He moaned the words. “Please. Please, keep going.”
“Yeah? You want me to fuck your hole with my fingers? Want me to get you panting like the slut you are?”
“Yes.” He was panting already. “Yes, God, please.”
“Please what?”
“Please fuck my hole. Treat me like a whore. It’s what I am.”
It was decidedly not what he was. Our encounters were strictly consensual. Practically platonic, from one way of looking at it. There certainly wasn’t any romantic feeling between us.
But it wasn’t transactional, either. We were just meeting each other’s needs, in the best way we knew how.
I laughed, letting him feel my breath on the back of his neck. “It is what you are,” I whispered. “It’s why you come running, every time you see me. Why you beg me to touch you. Beg me to let you suck my cock. Beg me to do what no one else will.”
With that, I pushed my finger into him, hard and fast. Lew let out a yelp that turned into a moan as I slid my finger out, then back in again. His moans grew louder, and he stroked his cock with abandon.
After a minute, he spread his legs even wider—which wasn’t saying much, with his jeans bunched around his thighs, but I could take the hint. I added a second finger, twisting and teasing as I fucked them in and out of his hole. He whimpered in appreciation.
The first time we’d hooked up, he told me not to be gentle. Told me he liked it hard. That his hole could take whatever punishment I could give it. And over the past year, I’d learned he was telling the truth.
I didn’t know much about Lew’s past. What guys he’d been with, or how many. But his hole, dark and deep, was looser than most of the men I’d been with. Not that it bothered me. My cock was big enough that it could stretch out even the loosest hole. And the tightest hole in the world didn’t mean much if a man didn’t know how to use it.
The image of the guy who’d surprised us popped back into my head. His gray hooded sweatshirt and jeans had looked wrinkled and slept-in. I wondered what he was doing here. Fuck, I hoped we hadn’t traumatized him for life. Hoped he wasn’t going to run and tell everyone he met about the filthy perverts he’d seen in the bathroom.
I wasn’t ashamed of myself, or of anything we were doing, but I really didn’t want to have to avoid Pointe Claudette until the furor died down. And it would suck for Lew. Unlike me, he had to live here full-time.
But to be honest, I didn’t think the kid would tell. For one thing, it wasn’t like he’d been the perfect Boy Scout either. He was jerking off in a public restroom, for God’s sake. And when he’d opened the door and seen us, he hadn’t been in a rush to leave, either.
It wasn’t shock that had rooted him to the spot. I’d been studying his face too closely to believe that. His mouth had dropped open in surprise, but within seconds, he was biting his lip as he watched Lew go back to sucking my cock. I don’t think he was even aware of it.
And his eyes. Wide and wondering, with irises the exact color of Lake Superior on a stormy day, gray mist over a boundless blue. We’d made eye contact, and I swear I felt a bolt of lightning go through me.
The guy had been shocked, yes. But he’d been turned on. I knew that in a way that felt deeper than knowing. Like it was in the marrow of my bones. Which made no damn sense. I’d never met him before. But I was sure he was drawn to what he was seeing.
That had to be why I’d spoken to him like that. I was close to coming, but that wouldn’t have made me reckless on its own. I prided myself on being in control at all times.
And I’d been right, hadn’t I? Are you next in line ? Five words from me, and the kid had come, hands-free. I glanced to the right—I could still see the mess he’d made on the floor. Fuck, that was hot, I had to admit.
Maybe it was creepy, thinking about a perfect stranger like that. It’s not like I’d ever see him again, but a thin thread of guilt wound through my stomach anyway. Stupid. He’d never know. And what he didn’t know couldn’t hurt him.
Pushing him out of my mind, I turned my focus back to Lew, who was whimpering and panting in front of me. I added a third finger, pleased with the groan of pleasure that brought. He was close. I knew the sounds he made too well.
Wonder what that kid would sound like with three of your fingers inside him. Wonder if they’d even fit. He looked pretty new to all of this .
Fuck. I wasn’t supposed to be thinking about him. I crooked my fingers, pressing against Lew’s prostate before stroking them back out. His breath was getting choppier, his whining higher-pitched. Not long now.
Lew’s hole was well-stretched out. Enough for me to fuck him, if I’d wanted to. And I was hard again, faster than I’d expected. But if I were being honest, it wasn’t Lew who’d made that happen. It was that kid.
Wonder how tight his hole is.
No. Enough. I wasn’t going to let my mind go down that road anymore. Lew was right here, in front of me, and I owed him my attention. I brushed past his prostate over and over, waiting until I was sure he was right on the edge.
“I should just leave you here,” I whispered in his ear. “Just like this. Begging for it, and desperate to come. I should tie your hands to the stall door so you can’t touch yourself anymore. Let you suffer all night for your insolence. Lucky for you, I like watching you come too much to do that.”
With a final thrust of my fingers, I pressed against his prostate. Lew moaned loudly, and I heard the telltale sound of cum hitting the wall in front of him. His left hand worked his cock hard, and I didn’t slide my fingers out until he’d stopped moving.
He was still breathing hard when he turned around, zipping his jeans back up. He slid a hand through his hair and shook his head like he was trying to clear it. His eyes met mine.
“Thanks,” he said, spots of pink appearing in his cheeks.
“Don’t mention it.” I headed for the door.
Like I said, we weren’t exactly close. I had the feeling that staying around and talking afterwards would ruin this thing we had. And neither of us wanted that.
I looked over my shoulder and pointed at the mess he’d made on the wall beneath the dryer. “Don’t forget to clean that up. Not fair to leave it for Tom.” After a moment, I pointed to the splatter of cum on the floor that the kid had left behind. “That too.”
Lew’s eyes went wide, and he began to sputter in protest, but I didn’t stick around to listen. He’d do as he was told—he always did. And the sooner I got out of the bathroom, the better.
I didn’t want to think about that kid anymore. Time to leave.
It was what I did best.