Chapter 7 Noah
Noah
I fucking knew it!
I knew there was more to Brad just below the surface just waiting to get out.
It’s like my Spidey senses were tingling or something.
Speaking of tingling, that’s what all the nerves in my body are doing as his lips engulf mine.
I feel his subtle licks against my lip piercing as if he’s still in denial about wanting it.
I push up against him, lock my legs around his waist, and hold on tight. He’s not going anywhere.
As soon as he opens his mouth a sliver more, I give him what he really wants. Slipping my tongue inside, brushing it against his own, a low grunt emerges from him, making me feel a rush of pride.
“Noah,” he gasps, but dives in once again for more.
He’s battling with himself, but I don’t want him to.
I want him to let go. To enjoy this. I can feel him walking us back to shore, but I stay attached to him.
I know the second I let go, it’ll leave room for him to overthink again. He'll close back up, push me away.
Not a fucking chance.
I’m liking this way too much.
Brad’s a fantastic kisser. The way his hard hands grip my waist as he holds on tight.
I wasn’t joking about what I said before.
I know he was having a sex dream about me.
I might’ve been sleeping at first but I woke up as soon as I felt his hard dick press in between my cheeks.
The way he grinded against me, his hips moving back and forth.
That answer became very clear the moment my name escaped his lips.
I want it so fucking bad, Noah, he had moaned into my ear. I heard it while he grinded in his sleep. He can fight it all he wants, but there’s no denying it.
There’s no denying this.
Finally out of the water, he lowers us down on the sandbank where we took off our shoes.
Sand and grass digs into my back as his broad arms crowd me in.
Cool water from his hair drips down the side of my face as he hurriedly nips at my bottom lip, my jaw, down to my neck, and back again.
It’s like he doesn’t know where he wants to kiss more.
His hands roam my chest, pinching my pierced nipples just enough to make me moan.
He’s curious. I can feel it.
Well, I’m curious too. I move my hands from around his neck and trail them down his back. I squeeze his cheeks in a rough grasp and pull him into my groin.
“Holy shit, what the fuck—” he inhales sharply, like me grabbing his ass just woke him up into reality. He threads his fingers through his hair.
He rolls off me to create some distance.
“You okay?” I pant, sitting up. That was a lot.
“I…” He rubs his hand over his mouth, like he can’t believe where his lips just were.
“Okay, your ass is a no-go zone. Got it.” I huff out a laugh. I bite my bottom lip and watch as his eyes connect with it again.
“We shouldn’t… Noah, this isn’t right.” He drops his head, rubbing his palm into his eyes.
Something tells me he’s not freaking out because of my mom. He’s freaking out because, whether he wants to admit it or not, he’s into this.
Deciding to test this theory, I sigh deeply.
“What a waste,” I say sadly, standing up and dusting myself off. “Just when you were becoming interesting—”
Suddenly, a firm hand grabs my arm, tugging me to the side and pushing up against a nearby tree. The dry bark digs into my back making me wince, but the pressure behind his lips against mine quickly soothes the sting.
He pulls back forcefully, grabbing a hold of my chin roughly, making me look square into his eyes.
“You think this is funny?”
“Funny isn’t the word I’d choose,” I tease. Hot. Sexy. Mind-blowing, to name a few better choices. This earns me a squeeze of my arm.
“This is just some sick twisted way for you to get under my skin, isn’t it?” he seethes, his eyes jumping between mine. “You’ve been dying to see me crack the moment I picked you up. You wanted this, didn’t you?!” His fingers tense around my arms, and I can feel him trembling.
I swallow deeply. I know he won’t hurt me. I don’t know how, I just do.
Even now, as he’s looking at me with fury in his eyes, I know the fire that’s burning is purely lust and not out of disdain.
He wants this. He just doesn’t know what to do about it.
I’ll help him by doing what I do best. Poking the nerves he desperately needs stoked.
I saw it out there in the water. The more I push, the more real he gets.
The truth is, I fucking loved seeing that side of him.
He was right. I’ve been dying for this moment.
Basically begging him for it. It was the first time he allowed himself to just…
feel. Judging by the look on his face after he did it, I highly doubt he’d ever do it again…
but there are other ways he could let go with me.
I press into his waist, feeling his thick dick brush against mine. The feeling makes us both suck in a breath.
“Maybe I do want it. And maybe I’m not the only one,” I murmur, my skin prickling under his firm touch, goosebumps rising everywhere. I sway my hips, making sure to grind against him just right. “It’s okay to admit you want it too.”
“You’re wrong,” he says roughly, closer to my face now.
“I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me… felt how you pressed against me this morning.” I gently lick his top lip. “Take what you want,” I whisper before slowly licking the bottom.
A low, angry sound stirs in his chest. As though my words have given him some sort of permission, unlocking the chastity he’s put on himself, he dives into my mouth once again.
Only the sounds of our heavy breathing, the water, and nature around us fill my ears.
This time, his hands don’t stop as they roam down my chest. This time, they dip into the waistband of my shorts.
Oh, that’s how he wants to do this. He wants to touch me.
I watch, intrigued as he slowly slides down my shorts, letting them fall down to my ankles. I know he can feel my hard dick as it settles against his groin.
“I don’t know what’s going on.” He slowly shakes his head.
“I shouldn’t want you as badly as I do,” he mutters against my neck.
It’s quiet and raw. As though he wasn’t meaning for me to really hear it.
But the confession surprisingly warms my chest. It feels…
truthful. He brings his lips back to my mouth, keeping his focus on deeply kissing me.
It’s like he’s not daring himself to look down at what’s between us.
Well, if he needs a push.
Don’t mind if I do.
“And yet,” I start. I grab his hand and guide it down to my dick but before it gets too far, he quickly grabs my wrists, pinning them both up above my head on the tree.
I gasp in surprise, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t arouse me more.
The roughness of it all. I’ve never felt so turned on before.
Brad's eyes pinch shut, his forehead leaning on mine.
“Why do you insist on pushing me?”
“Because I’m the only one who sees you for what you truly are.” I quickly respond.
“Gay?”
“Afraid,” I state firmly. It might be a daring accusation, but from what I’ve seen this weekend, and the stunned look on his face, I know I’m not wrong.
I can only assume this is the first time that he’s ever done something like this, especially with a guy.
I don’t want him to freak out, so the ball is completely in his court.
Brad’s eyes sweep over my face as he swallows deeply.
With one hand still grasping my wrists together, he moves the other down my chest, trailing gently down my stomach, until his hand wraps around my dick.
We both inhale sharply, for different reasons, I’m sure. I’m shocked he actually did it. He looks down at his hand, amazement and curiosity taking over.
His lips part as his eyes burn into my skin.
I stir beneath him as the touch of his hands turns explorative.
His slow, deliberate strokes make me feel dizzy.
He takes his time taking in the veins and feeling the weight of my dick in his hands.
He’s not even speaking. Just stroking lightly, like he’s got all day.
“Holy shit,” he whispers, his pupils big as he tilts my dick upwards and takes in my frenulum piercing. It may be small, but it’s my favorite one. Just a little barbell piercing, sitting on the underside of my tip. “You do not have a piercing on your dick.”
A smile creeps onto my face. “Oh, but I so do.” I lean in for a kiss, but Brad leans back, just out of reach. My eyebrow coaxes up. “What? Are you surprised?”
“No…I’m not,” he admits, his jaw tightening. His thumb moves in slow passes, back and forth, until my eyelids grow heavy. That same thumb slips over my tip, spreading the slickness he’s drawn out of me.
I bite my bottom lip to stifle the moans that desperately want to escape. If he keeps going painfully slow like this, I’m going to have the most intense orgasm ever. I wonder if he knows what edging is because that’s exactly where we’re headed.
I wonder what the holdup is before I scan his eyes, realization hitting me.
He’s nervous.
Oh dear God. The thought of this gorgeous man wanting me and my body so much that it makes him nervous sends a thrill through me.
“Need some help, old man? Let me show you.”
“I obviously know what a blow job is,” he says, brows furrowing.
My dick jumps between my legs. He was planning to suck me off? This man has more guts than I give him credit for.
“Sure,” I say lightly. “But you’ve never had one from me.”
I lift my brows and bite my lip the way I know he likes. His gaze locks onto my mouth. After a beat, he releases my wrists and steps back, giving me room.
I make quick work of tugging down his black athletic shorts, freeing his hard-on from its restraint.
Lowering down to my knees, my breath catches in my throat the moment his cock bobs and sways in front of my face.
It’s even better than I imagined it’d be.
Cut, thick, and long. Curved upwards and glorious.
I can tell by his angry, glistening tip that he wants this just as badly as I do.
He’s dying for it.
I immediately reach for it, but quickly feel disappointment as he steps away from me.
“Noah. Wait. We shouldn’t.” His voice comes out broken, already ragged. Not this again. But, I can tell it’s taking everything in him to deny me right now, which probably isn’t easy.
I take one of his hands in mine, pulling him back closer to me. “Just a few seconds, that’s it.” While looking into his eyes, I place my hands on his thighs, regaining my balance. I watch his eyes light up, his breath quicken as his chest rises faster.
His one hand floats to my chin, tilting it back. His thumb mindlessly enters my mouth, softly pressing on my tongue, feeling for the small ball.
“Fuck,” he exhales. I can tell by the way his cock jerks in front of me that he loves the way it feels. I’m about to show him just how much better it can get. “Just for a few seconds,” he repeats my words back to me quietly. I swirl my tongue around his thumb as he softly pumps it in and out.
I don’t stop looking into his eyes as he stares down at me. All tall, mighty, and in charge. It’s turning me on beyond belief. He’s a fucking sight to behold. It’s just a fact.
He takes his thumb back, now using the slickness he collected to slide it along his length a few times.
“If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop.” I exchange his hand for mine. “But that won’t happen,” I say, softly running his tip along my bottom lip. "Because, you’re going to fucking love it."
He narrows his gorgeous eyes at me. “Noah...shut up,” He grits his teeth, holding onto the back of my neck.
“Make me,” I wink.
Seriously.
I hope he makes me.
“Don’t tell your mother,” Brad mutters, and I grin, already knowing I won’t.