Chapter 29 Noah
Noah
“Stop looking at me like that,” Brad mutters under his breath as he screws in a lightbulb.
“It’s a nice view,” I say quietly as I hand him the next one to install in the kitchen hanging light.
This is definitely not a two person job but how could I not? Getting to look up at Brad as he stretches his strong arms above his head. Twisting and pulling as he positions the metal decoration just right. I just had to help.
Electrical was completed over the weekend so we got to install all the walls and lighting this week.
“I don’t know what I’m going to do with you.” Brad shakes his head, jumping off the counter.
“I can definitely think of one to two things,” I say quietly, pressing my chest into his shoulder.
“Hey Boss,” Terry’s voice cuts in, loud enough to make us both jump apart.
“What’s up Terry?” Brad leans nonchalantly as possible on the kitchen counter.
“So, I got the phone for you. You’ll need Wi-Fi for anything that uses data but you can text and call to your heart's content.”
I look down at the cell phone in Terry’s hand. As he’s talking to Brad, he’s waving it in my direction as he speaks so I’m getting the feeling like it’s for me.
“Thanks Terry. You’re a lifesaver.” Brad pats him on the back before Terry nods and walks away. He swiftly places it in my hand.
“You got me a cell phone?” I ask, stunned.
Since being back I’ve been completely off the grid. Haven’t gotten to catch up with anyone or touch base with old friends. Not like I have many but…it’d be nice to have the choice. Having to go to work and back home has felt a little dreary so this is actually…really nice.
“Yeah, it’s nothing fancy or anything but Terry said he just had one laying around at home so I thought why not?” Brad shrugs, sliding some shavings from the counter top into a pile. I feel his eyes watching my face. “You like it?”
“Brad…uh, Boss…I love it.” I smile genuinely. “But, I’m earning my own money now so I can pay you back.” I tap his arm.
Brad shakes his head. “Nah, it’s on me.”
My eyebrows shoot up. “I sure hope so.”
Brad rolls his eyes, standing up straight. “Noah,”
“Come on. You walked right into that one.” I chuckle before he slaps his hand over my mouth and guides us to the next room to continue working.
***
Every night I wonder if the first time Brad showed up to my work was just a fluke. Maybe it was just a moment of passion. He didn’t know what he was doing and wound up making a mistake.
But, like clockwork, every night since, he’s been strolling into my bar, baseball hat covering his eyes like he’s in some mystery documentary, orders himself a cranberry cocktail, and goes outside around back.
And every night, I follow him.
Because clearly, I can’t say no. I will never say no. Not to him.
“Fffuck!” I hiss as his teeth sink into my shoulder. It’s the kind of sting that only adds to the pleasure.
“Give it to me, Noah.” His raspy, breathless voice in my ear, commands another orgasm. His hand pumps me aggressively, using the same cum I just released moments ago, as lube.
“I can’t,” I shudder, resting my cheek upon his shoulder. “It’s too much.”
A second one? So soon after the first? Impossible. Unheard of. Absolutely mental.
Without another word, he stuffs his free hands fingers into my mouth. I love the taste of him, so I waste no time, licking at his fingers and sucking on each one.
“I came here for two and I’m not leaving until I get it,” he says roughly, under his breath.
I moan, his dirty mouth doing exactly what he wants it to do. Make me crumble.
Once he’s satisfied, he takes his fingers out of my mouth, and pushes them inside the back of my boxers. Wiggling his way between my cheeks, he finds my hole quickly.
“There you are. I’ve wanted this for so,” he pushes in with one finger, “long,” he pushes in further.
I cover my mouth with my hand as I struggle to keep in the whining cries from my lips. Biting down on my hand, I rock my hips into him as he pushes in another.
I stretch around him, the burn delicious, as he moves his hand in and out, pulling my orgasm from me.
“Shhhit—” The moment he curls his fingers is the moment I’m done for. Between his big, strong hand wrapped around my dick, wringing me out, and the one behind me, pumping into me, I feel totally and completely at his mercy.
I lean my head back so it lays on the brick wall. He continues pumping me slowly until he knows I’m spent. I seriously have no idea how I’m supposed to go back to work after this. Taking his hand covered in my release, he slides his fingers slowly in his mouth, cleaning himself off.
I watch him, the moon reflecting on his face, making him look majestic. He’s eating his pride, literally.
“Open,” he orders, and I do as I'm told.
Giving me his fingers, I lick what’s left, making sure he watches me slowly caress his finger with every lick.
“Good,” he mutters. Taking in a long breath, he leans his head on my temple. “Good fucking boy.”
After another moment of holding me, he lets me go so I can give him my messy boxers.
“Where are you tonight?” I dare to ask, stepping back into my pants.
His eyes are locked in on my dick swaying as I shimmy my jeans up my thighs.
“Uh, currently I am working out,” he mutters.
Ah. Explains the attire.
I nod my head, slipping my shoes back on. “Will you be back tomorrow?”
He hesitates, his mouth opening and closing. There it is. That guilt, he just can’t seem to keep it out. I don’t blame him. What we’re doing feels so damn good but it’s so wrong.
I’m no stranger to the hypocrisy of this. I hated how my mom cheated on my dad. How much it crushed him… and yet…
I want to ask him what we could do about it, but I also don’t want to scare him off. He’s just getting close again.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.” He shakes his head, looking down at my boxers balled up in his fist.
Wow, how metaphorical.
I nod my head, looking at the bar door. “Well, I should be getting back.” I wave awkwardly before I walk inside. “See yea.”
***
The next night comes, and just like before, he shows up, orders his cocktail and sits to flirt like it’s our first time meeting before we slip out back.
I can’t help but notice how he operates. Blinding lust. Overwhelming guilt. Rinse and repeat. He has a pattern and here I am, willingly stepping into the mess of it.
The bassline from the bar thrums through the bricks against my back, in time with my heartbeat. He bites at my neck, making me gasp in pleasure as I tug at the bottom of his shirt. I want to feel his body. It’s been so long since I’ve—
He catches my wrists before I can make it fully inside his pants.
“No, Noah,” he says, shaking his head. He begins kissing me again, slower this time.
So, he’s okay with touching me but not vice versa?
As though it’s the last line he doesn’t want to cross or else there really will be no turning back.
“Bullshit.” I twist my wrists out of his grasp. “I want to make you come—now.” I huff, fumbling at his belt.
He grabs my hands again, locking them above my head.
God, I love when he does that. I try to hold back the excitement his punishments bring me but all it does is remind me how good being under his control feels.
“You need to learn how to listen,” he says, biting at my lower lip.
I wince at the pain but moan at the lick he soothes it out with. “When I say no, it means no.”
“No fun.” I smirk against his lips. “You should at least choose a cool safe word.” I wink. I move my hips side to side, brushing perfectly against his hard-on with mine.
“My safe word is ‘no’.” He smirks. Cupping my wrist with only his left hand, he moves his right hand slowly down my throat, trailing his way down my chest and stomach. My abs clench as soon as he gets to my waistband. “You should probably choose one though,” he says quietly.
I lick my lips, my eyes teasing at staying shut as he slips his hand around my dick.
“Uh…Ginger.” I gasp as he tugs lightly, rubbing his palm over my tip just the way that I like it.
“Why Ginger?” he asks, biting back a laugh.
“The name of my first dog. Also acts as a cool down since you know, kinda weird to think about your childhood pet during this context.”
“Okay, no more talking.” Brad smiles softly. “But Noah,” he looks at me in my eyes, his smile fading. “If I ever cross a line or make you feel uncomfortable. I want you to use that word. I’ll stop immediately. You’re safe with me. Always.”
He holds eye contact with me for a beat longer than usual. I nod my head. “Yeah, I got it.” I lean in again, “Now keep kissing me.”
Brad shakes his head, brushing his nose against mine. “I’ve got other plans,” he says slowly lowering down to his knees.
My mouth falls open, pulse thrumming wildly.
“Fuck, yeah.” I inhale sharply.
***
Brad wastes no time at all, doing what he does best—drawing the biggest orgasm from me while my dick is wrapped between his lips.
“Sir,” I whine, already feeling my balls tighten.
He hasn’t teased me for long, just playfully flicking the piercing beneath my crown, yet I’m already ten seconds from blowing by the time he takes me in with no mercy.
He’s so enthusiastic, it feels like he’s been waiting forever to taste me.
The deep, primal sounds rumbling from his chest send toe-curling vibrations up my shaft.
As soon as he cups my balls, massaging them in the palm of his hand, it’s game over for me.
I lock eyes with the most beautiful blue eyes I’ve ever seen.
The way he looks at me, when I’m giving him myself, it’s unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.
He looks at me like I hung the moon or that I’m the most magnificent person he’s ever known.
One of a kind. Unique in every way. Like he’d do anything for me.
I know because I feel the same way about him.
It’s like I’m…in love or something.
The thought shocks me so much that my whole body responds. “Brad—” I press in close, as he pulls me towards him, swallowing me even deeper. Every pulse of my dick is met with a tightening of his throat as he drinks me down.
My eyes roll back while my hips tremble, as the man I’m in love with doesn’t miss a drop.
I can only hope he feels the same way.