Chapter 11
CHAPTER 11
NOLAN
Even in the elevator we keep kissing, almost missing our floor when the doors ping open. We break off long enough for me to find my keys and open the door, but then once the door is shut I pull him close again.
“Are you sure you don’t want any coffee?” I ask before resuming tasting those amazing lips of his.
He pulls his head back and peers at me.
“No, I don’t want coffee, but is this some way of telling me to back off? Because if it is, tell me now,” he practically growls. I’ve never seen mild-mannered, calm-natured Uli like this, but there’s a fire in his eyes that heats me straight to the core. I like his intensity. The last couple of weeks have been building towards this and I want him more than anything.
“No, I don’t want you to back off. I want you, Uli,” I reply.
“Thank fuck for that,” he breathes, and then his lips are on mine again.
I shrug off my coat and then pull his off, throwing them onto the couch. He starts unbuttoning my shirt but it’s taking too long, and once the top few are undone I pull it over my head and then help him unbutton his.
I stop at the sight of him and he goes still, a slight wariness in his eyes. This is the first time I’ve seen him shirtless, and I could have imagined his chest would be covered in auburn hair, in fact I’ve imagined it very clearly in my dreams for the last week, but I never imagined the freckles. His torso is covered with them and I love it.
“Jeez, you’re beautiful,” I say and he lets out a breath.
“People either like them or not,” he makes a little self-effacing huff.
“I love them,” I say, dropping a kiss on his shoulder. “One day I’m going to kiss every one of them, but right now I have more pressing matters.” I grab his hips and pull him so close he’ll be able to feel how hard I am for him. I can feel him too.
“Hold on. Do these freckles cover every inch of you?” I ask, lowering my eyes suggestively to his groin.
“You’ll have to find that out for yourself.” He grins and I let out a small moan at the thought.
“I intend to.” Then I walk him backwards to my bedroom and towards the bed. He sits down when it hits the back of his legs, and he places his hands on the waistband of my jeans.
“The first time I saw you was shirtless and in sweatpants, and for two weeks now I’ve wanted to know where this treasure trail leads to.” He runs a finger down my abs and the black hair. He gives me a brief glance but I’m not going to stop him. He unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down, my boxers with them.
“Hmmm, treasure indeed,” he says dreamily, before sucking my tip into his mouth.
It’s been a while and I nearly come straight away. I take a few deep breaths as he engulfs more of me in his hot wet mouth. His tongue works expertly round the head, and the pressure from his lips almost has me thrusting into him. I resist the urge to tangle my hands in his hair and fuck his mouth, despite the way he’s moaning round my cock as if that’s the very thing he wants most. I don’t want to come in his mouth but if I don’t stop this soon I’m not going to have a choice. Very reluctantly, and with a huge amount of willpower, I pull back slightly and he pops off the end, affording me a small amount of relief. He looks up at me, his lips glistening and his eyes liquid. It’s all I can do not to pull him back onto me.
“That was incredible. But I’m in real danger of coming, and when I do that I want to be in you,” I say, leaning down and kissing him, tasting my own muskiness on his lips.
“Yes please.” He grins and scoots backwards onto the bed, unbuckling his own jeans and wriggling out of them.
I kick off my own from where Uli had pulled them down and fetch some supplies. When I turn back he’s laid out on the bed.
“Fuuuckk!” I clamber onto the bed and kneel between his legs. I gently grab his knees and roll him from one side to the other, taking him all in. He really is covered in freckles. Everywhere!
“Wow, you’re incredible. I’ve never been into photographing people but I could make an exception.” I gaze at him, trying to take in all the details, but I can’t do that all in one go and my cock reminds me that I have other things on my mind.
I bend down and plant a kiss on the inside of each thigh. I’d really like to go slow but I can’t. What Uli awoke with his mouth I need to finish. I reach for the lube and a condom.
“Are you ready?” I ask.
“I was half ready before I came here.” His smile widens to a grin as I catch his meaning.
“You’re amazing,” I say because he truly is.
“Well, a guy’s gotta hope.” He gives a little giggle and I don’t think I’ve heard a more delightful sound. I’m glad he’s only telling me now. If he’d mentioned that when he first arrived, there would have been no date night. I coat my fingers in lube, and one slides in so easily I add a second straight away. He hums with pleasure as I catch his gland, and one day I’m gonna edge him for hours and make him beg me to let him come, but today I want to feel him. I quickly add a third finger to make sure he’s ready, before withdrawing my fingers and reaching for the condom. Once I’ve rolled it on and added more lube, I line up and pause. I want to watch him as I enter, and I wait for him to lock his eyes onto mine before I push into him slowly. I want to see every expression, every time his breath hitches, every throat bob. I stop once the head is in, as much for me as for him, as the sensation has me almost seeing stars.
“I can take it,” he whispers, and it’s all the encouragement I need to go all the way. He feels so good, his tightness enveloping me, and again I take a second before starting to move. I roll my hips, each thrust going deeper. He lifts his knees higher, the change of angle making him grip me further, and it seems good for him as he moans with every thrust. He reaches between us, taking hold of his cock, and jerks himself off to the same rhythm. I feel the familiar and delicious tingle in my spine as my balls draw up.
“I’m gonna come,” I utter and he answers.
“Me too.” As he explodes all over his chest, his hole tightens round me, and with one final thrust my orgasm pulses over me in waves. I collapse on him, completely spent, physically and emotionally. There’s a sticky mess between us but I don’t care right now. I guess he doesn’t either as he puts his arms around me and holds me close, hugging my body and my soul.
“Am I crushing you?” I ask when I’ve caught my breath.
“Not at all,” he laughs. “But if we don’t do something about this mess, I fear it might dry and we’ll be stuck together.”
That thought, and the inevitable discomfort that would cause as both of us have chest hair, galvanises me into action. I climb off him and head to the bathroom, throwing the condom in the bin. With a warm damp cloth I do the best I can to clean us both up. I don’t have the energy for a shower. When I’m done I climb into bed and fold myself round Uli.
“Thank you,” I murmur, kissing the freckles on his back before I fall into a deep sleep.
I stretch as I awake and become aware of Uli nuzzled into me. I smile, feeling lucky that he wanted to stay, though it was me who asked for us to go slow. We made up for it last night. I stretch again at the memory, and my cock twitches in response to it, and of course to the naked man in my bed.
I watch him for a moment as he sleeps—his long lashes lightly coloured due to his auburn colouring, his full lips and dark red beard that I want to reach out and run my fingers over. I resist, letting him sleep a while longer.
As if he’s caught me watching, he blinks open his eyes and smiles at me.
“Good morning, cutie,” I whisper. “Did you sleep well?”
“Huhum.” He murmurs an affirmative answer and stretches his body. My own responds when his skin touches mine, making me want to feel all of him against me, wrapped around me as I sink myself deep inside him. I shake myself to resist the temptation, and instead I raise myself up onto one elbow and lean down to kiss him.
“Good morning to you too, Nooli.”
“Nooli? As in Uli and Nooli? That’s very twee and . . .”
I stop, the word coupley on my lips. Why am I hesitating? I look down at the man who in such a short time has become very dear and special to me. I can’t imagine him not being a part of my life now—his wonderful smile, sense of humour, and calming presence. Not to mention how he made me feel last night.
I catch a breath as I get a pang of feeling of what it would be like to lose him, the pain that would cause, and my chest hollows at the thought. His brow creases, and his usually calm face takes on a look of worry. He has the patience of a saint, but I don’t want to push it. He deserves so much more. He deserves all of me. The storm may never come.
“I like Nooli,” I say, and see the frown lessen but not disappear completely. “What I stopped saying was that it sounded like we were a couple.” As I say the words his face takes on his poker look, and I realise what I’ve said. “I’m sorry, let me explain.” He presses his lips together and gives a small nod.
“I’m not good at this. I’ve never met anyone like you, Uli. You’ve calmed my soul and made me look at the world in a different way. I can’t imagine not having you in my life, and even though I’m scared and feel like I’m falling off a precipice, I don’t want to let you go. So here I am, saying yes I want to be together, if you’ll have me.”
“Of course I will,” he says, a smile finally breaking across his face, and I breathe a sigh of relief. “I’ll always be here for you, Nolan. I was pretty much in when I first saw the storm in your eyes.”
“Even though I slammed the door in your face? Twice?”
He nods with a little smirk.
“I don’t deserve you,” I whisper and his smile fades.
“Can you promise me one thing?” he asks with a serious face, and my throat goes dry.
“What?” I ask tentatively.
“Never say that again, or anything similar. You’re an incredible man and you deserve love. I want to be with you. No one is more worthy or deserving than anyone else, it’s just meant to be. Please accept that.”
“Okay. I can do that,” I agree, finding the ability to swallow again. I brush a kiss across his forehead. “Can I bask in the awe of your wisdom and sing the praises of your goodness?” I ask, and he gives me a smile that lights up his beautiful green eyes.
“If you must.” He gives a small shrug but I know he’s pleased.
I take his hand and place it over my heart.
“Do you feel that? That’s my heart blooming for you. It used to be a desolate wasteland, but you’ve tended it and now a garden grows in its place. Thank you, Uli.”
“The pleasure’s mine,” he says and gives me a sexy smile I can’t resist.
“Talking of pleasure,” I say, settling down to face him and reaching for his leg. I pull it forward to hook it over my hip, running a hand over his arse.
“Have I told you how fucking gorgeous and sexy you are?”
“Not today.” He gives a little smirk and I dig my nails into the perfect flesh of his arse. He giggles and my cock thickens. I feel his hardness press against mine. I pull him closer, grinding myself against him, enjoying the friction for a moment.
“Well, I might,” I say and he giggles again, a noise that somehow makes me want him. Last night was a frenzy, letting out the sexual tension after making him wait as I wanted to be sure he was the one. But he is, he most definitely is.
I roll him onto his back and cover his body with mine. I slowly kiss him, deep and long, leaving us both breathless. This morning, I want to take my time with the glorious man in my bed and wring every ounce of pleasure from him.
“There’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here with you,” I say.
“Is this what you meant by ‘don’t make any plans for Sunday?’” he asks.
“Oh, I have plans,” I say, kissing him again before moving on to trail kisses on his shoulder. I have a lot of freckles to kiss.