Chapter 43 Brad
Brad
“You and Noah can come by honestly whenever. We love having you guys around.” Dakota says to me while she stokes the fire with a very long branch.
“You guys are pretty welcoming, eh?” I chuckle, lifting my water bottle to my lips. I find it adorable that they’ve accepted not only Noah so easily, but me as well.
She shakes her head. “No. Not at all. We’re actually a really tight knit group.” She comes to sit back down beside me. “You know the feeling of when you meet someone and you feel like you’re supposed to have them in your life for a really really long time?”
I look across the fire, seeing my guy sitting there, laughing with some of the others. The fire crackles, sending sparks in the air, making him look as mystical as he makes me feel.
“That’s how I felt about Noah back in school.
And it’s the same way I feel about you. You guys just seem…
” Dakota looks at me, admiration in her eyes.
It’s pretty intense, but it’s calming at the same time.
“Real.” She nods her head like that’s the perfect word she could think of.
Maybe I just have to trust it for what it is.
“In a world full of fakeness and pretending,” she continues, waving her hands in front of her, “the minute you find someone who feels real, you’ve got to hold on to them.
There aren’t many of those people left, you know? ”
I suck in a breath. She’s right. It’s exactly what drew me to Noah in the first place.
When we met that summer, I remember feeling like I’ve never met anyone so authentically themselves before.
It was both intoxicating and terrifying.
Whether he meant to or not, he drew out my authentic self, and I’ll forever thank him for that.
I squeeze her shoulder. “Thank you, Dakota.” I smile. “Honestly, that means a lot.”
My eyes drift back over to Noah, who has now begun walking over to us. Hands in his pockets, looking like a damn dream. There’s not a second more that I want to go without feeling his lips on me and judging by the look on his face, I’d say he feels the same way.
“Well, I think it’s time for bed for us.” I pat her on the back.
She takes her phone out. “It’s eight o’clock.”
“Beauty rest.” Noah winks at me.
I hold in a laugh, rubbing my finger against my bottom lip.
Dakota’s eyebrows shoot up as she glances between the two of us. “I gotcha. Well, I hope you had a great birthday celebration, buddy.” She winks.
“The best,” Noah says, walking towards the trees. “Thanks for spoiling me.” He waves.
“Night, Dakota.” I smile.
***
Our campsite isn’t too far from here but it’s enough to create some distance between us and the rest of them. Which we’re going to need, judging by what I’ve got in mind.
I watch as Noah makes his way through the trees, lit up by little twinkle lights amongst the branches, guiding us perfectly. It’s just enough light to cast a subtle glow on his face. Every time he glances back at me, flashing his dashing smile, it reminds me over and over again how lucky I am.
Dakota was right. This is real. He’s real.
No matter what bullshit we’ve been through, or what’s ahead of us, I know we’ll make it through.
Because I’m so fucking in love with him and there’s no way I’m ever letting this go.
“Wait up for me.” I crack a smile.
“Better move faster old man,” he laughs, picking up his pace.
Oh that little shit.
I scoop him up around the waist as soon as we finally reach the campsite.
“No more running,” I say in a breathless order. He opens his mouth, allowing me inside like he’s just as desperate for my taste as I am of his.
We’re a mess, steps away from the tent and unable to wait any longer as our hands roam each other’s bodies, clawing at each other's clothes. His hands slide under my shirt, feeling up my abs and up to my chest.
I lift my arms and let him take my shirt off over my head before he comes back to reconnect our lips.
Noah begins kissing and nibbling down my neck as I push my hands down the front of his waistband, feeling his stiffness and giving it a long stroke. It’s enough to set me off, his warm touch sending me into a frenzy.
“Noah, get inside,” I growl, lips brushing his.
I need more and I need it now.
Without another word, he pushes off me, and unzips the tent, sliding his way through.
As if I needed any further evidence of why I’m hooked on this man, upon entering, I’m greeted by him face down, ass in the air, awaiting further instructions. Only the moonlight shining through giving him a spotlight.
“Noah.” I draw in a sharp breath, zipping up the tent, unable to look away as I sink to my knees. He’s all I want. This. Forever.
He turns his head, peering at me over his shoulder. “I want to be good for you.” His voice comes out dripping with lust.
I suck in a breath, squeezing the base of my cock through my black sweatpants. “Look at you.”
“Let me make you happy,” he breathes.
I shuffle closer to him, admiring how good and tight his asshole looks.
“You want to make me happy?” I grab onto his ass cheek, dipping my thumb into my mouth before rubbing around his rim.
He nods his head. “Yes, that's all I want, sir.” He moves his hands behind his back and clasps his wrist tight.
Fuck. That move of his will undo me every time. The sight of him like this is almost too much.
I bite my lip to stifle my groan that wants to escape so badly.
Grabbing ahold of his wrist to steady myself, I press my thumb inside his ass.
He winces and I can feel him tense around me.
“Shhh,” I say, pulling his hips towards me.
“You want to make me happy, you’re gonna let me fuck this tight ass.
” I can’t help myself. I bury my face in his ass, licking every inch, as I slip my thumb inside.
Listening to the sounds it pulls from him makes it even better.
It’s like he’s trying his hardest to keep it together.
Hell, so am I.
I look for the lube we strategically left out, easy to grab.
Popping off the cap, I make quick work at opening him up with my fingers, while I switch between my fingers and my tongue.
Noah shows me how badly he wants it by backing himself onto my fingers.
“There you go. Fuck yourself open for me,” I say, barely doing any prodding myself. I collect some saliva in my mouth before spitting it on his hole, watching it drip before pushing it inside with my fingers. The sight of it is fucking wonderful.
“Mmmmph,” Noah mumbles. He’s a muttering mess at this point, which is perfect.
I squeeze his wrists tight in my right hand.
“God, I can’t wait to get inside of you,” I mutter, watching my fingers sink in and out. It feels like forever since our weekend alone. I’m desperately needing inside of him.
I’m dying for it.
“You want more?” I pull my fingers out gently and hoist his hips, aligning him with mine. He gasps, bracing himself.
I settle into position, spreading my legs out under him.
He looks back, seeing what I’m doing.
“You want it? Show me,” I order, letting go of his wrists.
Noah’s mouth drops open as he settles his legs on either side of my thighs.
He’s fully spread for me now. Leaning over, he reaches behind him, and takes my cock.
“Get it in there, baby.” I urge, squeezing his tight ass cheek in my hand.
My breath turns ragged as I watch him place my tip at the edge of his hole. Seeing him like this is so intense. It’s like every noise in my head clears when we’re together. Nothing else matters.
“Like this?” he asks, looking over his shoulder at me as he slaps my cock against himself. The sticky noise filling the air, making a harsh whoosh of air leave my chest.
Holy shit.
“Yeah, just like that,” I groan as he sinks down.
I see a slow smile grow on his face as he pulls a low, long moan from me.
“Oh, you cocky bastard,” I groan, my toes struggling not to curl.
“I’m being good. I promise,” he pants, inching himself down, sinking lower and lower.
His ass suffocates my dick, squeezing my cock harder than it's ever been squeezed before.
I fear the moment he starts moving, it’ll be over for me.
I hold onto his waist with one hand while my other guides up his back, feeling his broad, strong muscles as they contort and clench.
“Look at me, baby.” I reach up, pulling on his hair. “No more teasing me.”
He turns his head back to me, as I let loose.
No more restraint left in me. Placing my feet flat on the ground, I swing my hips up, burying myself all the way.
His face pinches as he clenches around me, tearing a low cry straight from his chest. It’s a lot.
I know it is. The pressure is probably overwhelming with how hard I’m going but I watch as all he does is match my pace, using his thighs to slam down onto me.
“Use your safe word, Noah,” I growl.
If he doesn’t stop me, I’m going to fucking ruin him.
“No,” he groans, his legs tensing up beside me.
He yells out, grabbing onto my thighs to steady himself.
“Use your safe word,” I breathe out.
“Never,” he whimpers.
Arousal thrums through my entire body at his refusal.
Oh, I should’ve known better. I should’ve known I wouldn’t be able to keep my composure with him.
I let go of his hair and hold onto his waist with both hands, sinking my thumbs into his back dimples. Swinging my hips up and down, I clench my jaw as the pleasure takes over. I’m not in control anymore. My lust for him has reached an all-time high and I can’t be at fault with how my body reacts.
“Ah, fuck! Fucking dammit.” Noah bursts out, squeezing my thighs, trying to hold on.
“So fucking tight,” I muster out. “Poor you.” I swing my hips, searching for that delicious spot inside of him.
“Sir, I’m gonna come,” Noah cries out.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I slap my hand across his ass. “You fucking hold on.”
“Sh-shit.” Noah shudders.