CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO #2
As I dragged my tongue over the mark I left on his skin, I undid his pants. Reaching to wrap my hand around his cock. There was a surrealness to the moment. Like we were outside the fabric of time. Momentarily stepping into an alternate timeline where nothing else existed but the two of us.
I didn’t care that the inside of the church was chilly. I didn’t bother with the space heater in the corner. Needing to see all of him, I tugged Noah’s clothes off one piece at a time. Following my lead, he undressed me as well. Soon we were both naked, writhing together on the pew.
It wasn’t the most ideal location, but it would do. Laying Noah down beneath me, I hovered over him, fisting his cock. He rose up to kiss my neck, trailing his tongue along my jugular. Nipping and sucking at my skin.
I stroked his cock in firm motions, fast and intense, as well as slow and teasing. Making him want it so much more. His strong hands explored my body. Drifting over my pecs, down my ribs to the trail of dark hair along my lower abdomen.
I sucked in a breath when he wrapped his hand around my erection. Everything about him got to me in the worst way. This man was like a drug. Already I was an addict.
Because I didn’t want him to make me come yet, I pushed his hand away, trapping it above his head on the seat of the pew. “Not yet. I’m not coming until I’m inside of you.”
Our gazes locked. We stared deep into one another while I continued to jerk him off. Bringing him closer to orgasm. Sensing his release seconds before it happened. Rather than letting it spray onto his stomach, I caught most of it in my hand.
Without breaking eye contact, I slid my hand along my own cock, coating it in Noah’s cum.
With my other hand, I ran it down his body, tracing the pattern of paw prints tattooed down his side.
I caught myself wanting to ask him about the tattoo.
We weren’t here for a discussion. This wasn’t about getting to know each other.
This was about doing the only thing I felt would get him out of my head.
Once I lubed up my dick with slippery cum, I shoved Noah’s leg up, hooking it over my arm as I exposed him to me. Nothing would stop me from having him. Lining up my cock with his hole, I pressed myself inside him.
Noah’s husky moan brought something dark and predatory out of me. Unable to hold back, I began to fuck him hard and fast. Rough and a little crazy. This wasn’t supposed to be a soft and sweet encounter. We both knew that.
He was tight around my cock. Pulling me deep with every thrust. There was a moment when he winced in pain, but he never told me to stop. The moan that followed told me how much he enjoyed it. My rapid, primal way of fucking him.
I enjoyed it too. Burying myself inside him while he clenched his teeth, his fingers digging into my upper arms. Noah surprised me when he grabbed me by the throat, choking off my breath as he dragged me close for a violent kiss.
His other hand was in my hair, fisting a handful as he pulled tight. Holding my head close as he hungrily went at my mouth. “Fuck me harder,” he moaned against my lips. “Make it hurt.”
His request surprised me. I hadn’t expected him to demand that I tear him apart. Not that I wasn’t happy to do so, although I hated taking orders. I slapped his hand away from my throat so I could suck in a breath. Even when bottoming, Noah tried to top. I both loved and hated it.
My hips jerked as I moved faster inside him. Stretching him open. Making him take me balls deep. He moaned into my mouth before biting down on my bottom lip. Drawing blood with his teeth.
I couldn’t help but stare at him in stunned wonder when he licked the blood from my lip. Everything about this was risky as hell. Neither of us seemed to give a shit.
I pounded into him, feeling my balls tighten as I drew closer to coming. I didn’t want this to be finished yet. Needing to regain control, I stopped moving, staying still inside him.
“What’s wrong, dark prince? Is my ass too much for you to handle?” Noah reached down between us to fist his cock which had already grown hard again.
“Get over yourself. There’s nothing about you that’s too much for me to handle.” For no reason other than to shut him up, I pinched his nipple, twisting it between my fingers.
He seemed to love that too. Wondering how far I could push him, I leaned down to bite his chest, sinking my teeth deep into his pec. Watching him jerk his cock was almost too much. I didn’t want to come yet, but I wasn’t sure how much more I could take.
Since this fucker seemed to live for messing with my head, Noah suddenly smacked me openhanded across the face. I glared and hissed, “What the fuck was that for?”
“You seemed like you needed the distraction. Did it help?” He smirked up at me.
My cheek stung with the burn of his slap. I had to admit that it had momentarily redirected my thoughts.
I slapped him right back, using the back of my hand instead for a little extra zing. “Sure did. Thanks, asshole.”
Noah’s smirk turned into a full-fledged grin. “Now stop screwing around and fuck me already. I need to come again.”
My gaze dropped to his hard cock, watching it slide against his hand. The sudden desire to punish him with my cock struck hard. I began to roughly fuck him, our bodies slamming together. There was no way he wouldn’t feel me for days after this.
Looking into his smug face was starting to piss me off. I pulled out long enough to say, “Get on your hands and knees.”
He considered me for a moment, like he thought about refusing simply to get a reaction from me. Instead, he relented. “You’re the boss, prince. Whatever you want.”
I wasn’t sure I liked him addressing me that way. However, he was doing what I demanded, so I let it go. With him on his hands and knees on the pew, I rose up onto my knees behind him, ignoring the uncomfortable wood beneath me as I slammed back inside him.
There was no more holding back. I fucked him with a violent intensity, surprising myself. I wanted to hurt him. To break him in half. To leave him a broken mess on the pew when I’d finished.
Bracing himself with one arm, Noah continued to stroke his cock with the other hand. With every thrust he moaned, occasionally mixing in my name or one of his stupid nicknames for me. Every time he called me Prince, I wanted to crush him.
Unable to stop myself, I reached forward, wrapping my hands around his throat from behind. Squeezing. My pace quickened, my cock pounding into him. I was so fucking close now. Noah made a desperate attempt at prying my fingers from his throat. I would not be budged.
I felt things giving way beneath my fingers. I wondered if I could break his neck this way. The very thought had me moaning as I fucked him. I came with an animalistic sound, shooting my cum inside him. I wasn’t sure anything had ever felt so fucking good.
Despite my hands around his throat, Noah came as well. His release spraying onto the pew beneath him. Now that I’d hit my high, I peeled my fingers from his throat, one by one.
He almost collapsed face first on the pew, catching himself before he went down. The sound of his heavy breaths echoed through the church.
“What the hell is wrong with you? Were you trying to kill me?” He whirled around to pin me with a fierce glare.
“Of course not.” I shrugged him off, ready to get the hell away from him now that I was done here. “You’re not dead, are you?”
Ignoring him, I gathered my clothes, quickly getting dressed. I couldn’t stand to be around him any longer.
“You’re a real fucking asshole, you know that?” Noah snarled, climbing off the pew as he also started to dress.
“Aww and you’re such a fucking delight.” Tugging my hoodie over my head, I made sure to do it quickly, not daring to take my eyes off him for long. I didn’t trust that bastard.
Noah rubbed his throat where bruises were already starting to form. “I still owe you. You tried to blow me up, Dom. I can’t let that go.”
I shrugged, already heading for the door. “Fair enough. Take your best shot.”
He watched me go in silence. Not even a parting remark thrown after me. Something about that didn’t sit right with me. Yet I didn’t hesitate. Leaving the church behind, I strode through the snow to my car. Without a glance back, I drove away.
He was right. I had made my move, and now he would have to make his.