Chapter 11 Noah
Noah
As the sound of the fire crackles, and the smell of burnt wood and smoke fills my nose, and the soothing sounds of the nearby speaker playing soft acoustic melodies fill the air, I can be sure of one thing: I’m pretty happy I chose to come back.
I could tell Dakota was making Brad feel jealous back up on the cliff, and if I had to push him a bit in order for him to admit it, then I was going to. Except, he completely called my bluff and actually left.
I admit it. I was worried. I didn’t enjoy seeing him swimming off, and I most certainly didn’t enjoy not finding him back at the campsite and waiting for him to get back. Scary things flashed through my mind. And yes, killer Jason getting him was on the list of my fears.
I needed to go after him. Needed to make sure he was okay. I mean, he’d do the same for me, right? I saw the way he jumped off the cliff to chase after me. Even when he was scared. Even when he insisted that it was a dumb thing to do. He still jumped and I don’t take that lightly.
“You’re awfully quiet,” Brad laughs, nudging me with his leg.
I’ve been mindlessly rubbing his legs on my lap as he lays back in his chair. I’m sure he was sore after that long walk, and thinking about him all tense was making me anxious.
“I shut up sometimes.” I smirk.
Brad scoffs. “Rarely. If you’re not saying something mean, you’re usually saying something inappropriate. Something must be really gnawing at you.”
I squeeze his calf, amused by the slight hiss that slips from his lips. He’s the one that’s insistent on talking, by the sounds of it.
“Why’d you come back?” He finally brings it up.
I look at his eyes and then back at his leg, passing my hand back and forth slowly. Feeling the light hairs brush against my fingers, his strong muscles flex softly against me.
“I wasn’t interested,” I say simply. It doesn’t have to be more complicated than that.
I lift my gaze back up at him to judge how that makes him feel. I see him swallow deeply, his Adams apple dipping low. His jaw tenses like he’s unsettled.
I slide my hand higher up his leg. “That answer work for you?”
He stops me abruptly, grabbing my wrist. “I wouldn’t have cared if you stayed.”
This makes me laugh. A deep, belly laugh that knocks my head back. “You’re so fucking in denial, it’s honestly hilarious, at this point.”
“Noah,” he says lowly, like I should be afraid of what’s to come next. But no, I’m not afraid.
“You were jealous. I saw it all over your face and you’re still trying to deny it.” I shake my head, not being able to hold back my wide grin any more. Brad takes his legs off my lap in an angry grunt and storms over to the fire pit, taking the big bottle of water with him.
“You don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m not denying anything,” he says roughly, pouring the water over the fire and stifling it down to little embers.
I stand up. “You’re with my mom.”
His shoulders drop, like he’s tired of hearing this fact. Well, I’m tired of it too.
“I’m with your mom,” he repeats firmly.
“And you’re attracted to me. Two things can be true.” I step closer.
He takes a step back. “Don’t—”
I continue, “You like touching me…and kissing me,” I crowd his space, getting closer and closer. “And I make you come harder than you’ve ever before.”
He clenches his jaw tightly, his gaze flicking from my eyes to my mouth.
“You going to deny that too?” I huff. “Just admit it, old man. You want me just as badly as I want you. It’s wrong. It’s dirty. But it’s the truth.” I shrug. “Live in your fucking truth. Own it—”
Before I can finish, his lips slam into mine. Harsh. Fast. And painful. I feel the need flowing through him and it’s finally boiling over.
He pushes me back by my hips until we get to the tent, taking a moment to palm me from outside of my shorts.
“Get in,” he says harshly, unzipping the tent and climbing inside.
I narrow my eyes at him as he looks up at me, waiting for me to follow. Like I’m just that easy. It’s dark out here but the moon reflects on his face enough that I can see the hunger behind his gaze.
“And what if I say no?” I fold my arms against my chest.
“Stop being a little brat and—” His jaw tightens. “Get in here.”
“You’ve been nothing but mean—”
Suddenly, his fingers curl around the waistband of my shorts and pull them down slightly. Just enough for the soft brown hairs to peak out.
Without hesitating, Brad presses his face to my groin, rubbing his nose against my skin and making my whole body shiver. Holy shit.
“Get in the fucking tent, Noah.” He grumbles, running his hands up and down the back of my thighs.
“Fuck, yes sir.”
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“I thought you were tired,” I smile, as he slides my shorts off, exposing myself completely as I lay on my back.
“Not enough for this,” he mutters, his hand gliding up my stomach, across my chest and all the way to my throat until he gives it a soft, yet firm squeeze.
I open my mouth, ready to say something else, but immediately get cut off by the overwhelming pleasure of his tongue dancing across the tip of my dick.
Oh, damn. This is new.
My hips buck as soon as I feel his lips curl around my head. He’s keeping me pinned down with his one hand, while taking his time exploring my dick piercing.
“You like it, huh?” I ask, breathing choppy from the restraint and the glorious pressure.
All Brad does is hum around me as he licks up my dick slowly. My toes curl at the sight of his head, bobbing softly as he sucks me gently. He’s clearly new at this, no fancy tricks, but fuck, that just makes it hotter.
“This dick is mine, you hear me?” he grunts, sliding his tongue up and down my shaft, looking at me with anger and lust all into one.
Oh…OH. This is about Dakota. Fuck, I knew he was jealous.
The edge of my mouth quirks up, a smile tugging at my lips. “Why? You wanna claim me?”
His mouth engulfs me fully this time, dragging a needy gasp from my lips as my fingers sink into his hair.
He sucks me down hard and deep, and I swear I can feel the back of his throat.
“Fuck! Fuck, okay,” I moan, my eyes fluttering shut as he bobs his head up and down on my dick.
His hand wraps around my base now as he keeps sucking me with no mercy. Damn, did I teach him how to do this? I must be good.
“Say it,” he says roughly, begging to hear me.
“I’m not saying it,” I smile, loving the way he’s trying his hardest to pull it out of me.
Suddenly, his hands remove from my body as he backs up out of my reach.
My mouth drops open as I sit up to rest on my elbows. “What are you doing? Why are you stopping?”
“You think I’m playing into your game?” He narrows his eyes.
I scramble for an answer but I’m coming up with nothing. “Well…I…”
His hand cups my chin, pushing me back flat on the sleeping bag.
“Your dick is mine, Noah.” He sits up, crawling up until he’s straddling over my chest. “I’m not letting you come until you admit it.” He slips his hand in his own shorts and pulls out his hard cock.
I bite my lip, marveling at the glorious sight. Oh shit, it looks even bigger in this position. How in the hell am I supposed to fit that—
Brad pulls my mouth open by his thumb, and rubs his dick softly along my lips. Our eyes don’t break contact as he does this. I feel the slickness coat my lips and I dare to stick my tongue out to grab a taste of him.
“Mine?” he whispers. There’s a bit of longing in his tone which makes my heart skip.
Isn’t it fucking obvious?
There’s a part of me that wants to cave and tell him. Let him know that no one has ever intrigued me as badly as he does.
But no, this is way too much fun.
Instead, I grin a menacing grin that I know will just make him angry.
Brad clenches his jaw and sits up again. In one swift thrust, he buries himself in my mouth so deep I gag, making him huff out a laugh.
“Thought you were supposed to be good at this?” He teases.
I grumble around his cock, sneering up at him as he plunges in again. This time, I relax my throat so he can sink all the way in without any restriction.
“Ah, there you are.” He grunts, leaning over my head for a better angle.
Spit fills my mouth as he fucks my mouth, not caring about my throbbing dick at all. I can literally feel my tip leaking down my stomach as I squirm under him.
I grab onto his ass, pressing him into my mouth, making him laugh again.
“You just can’t help yourself can you?” He snatches my hands again, pulling them up over my head and out of reach. “You think you’re in charge?”
Sloppy, wet, lewd sounds from my mouth fill the tent around us as he pushes in and out again.
“Oh, you poor thing.” He lightly taps me on the cheek as I suck him down. “You’re so,” thrust, “so,” thrust, “wrong.”
My whole body tingles. I seriously have never felt this fucking used before and I fucking love it.
It’s like he’s unlocking something in me I never thought I needed.
My toes curl as I stifle another wave of overwhelming pleasure.
I can’t come. He didn’t tell me I could.
And how embarrassing would it be if I came untouched like this?
He’d think I was inexperienced. But damn, this feels way too good.
Looking up at him. All shades of shadows from the moonlight streaming in, his flushed face full of want and desperate need, his swinging hips chasing after his own orgasm. He’s fucking using me like a toy and it’s all too much to handle. I’m seconds away from blowing.
Well. If I go down, I’m taking him with me.
Thinking fast, I slip one of my hands out from his grip. Exchanging his cock with my finger, I make sure to collect as much drool as I can before slipping it back out. Distracting him from what's to come, I continue deepthroating his cock as far as I can.
“Noah,” he groans loudly.
Reaching behind him, I slip my wet finger down his crease. Acting fast, I find his asshole and press my finger as hard as I can to breach his rim.
“Fuck!” He gasps, his whole body tensing. His back arches as his cock thickens. Shortly after, warm spurts fill my mouth as he snaps his hips forward. I drink it down happily, feeling the same euphoric rush building inside me.
His trembling body and drawn out sounds of ecstasy set me off. My eyes roll back as a low ragged sound pulls from my chest. I whimper around his cock, feeling myself empty all over my stomach. Untouched.
“Noah, you bad…” he says softly pulling out and then back in, “bad fucking boy…” he shivers, crumbling over top of me.
He stays in my mouth for a while before he rolls off of me and onto his back.
I look over at him smiling, before I wipe the corner of my mouth with my thumb and make a show out of sucking it off.
He watches me, eyes blinking slowly. “I don’t know what you’re smiling so hard about.”
I shrug smugly.
“Noah, you were a bad boy just then…” he mutters, his gaze dropping to my stomach. He drags a finger through the wet mess, then lifts it to his lips.
“And bad boys need to be punished,” he adds quietly, before licking it clean.
My smile drops and my breath hitches.
What the hell does that mean?