Nicholas #2
Noah scraped his teeth over his lower lip, reached out, and ran slick fingers across my balls, and I sucked in a breath.
“We can’t have that,” he whispered, trailing those fingers lower. With his other hand, he nudged my knee toward my chest, opening me up to him. “Let me in. Let me get you ready.”
My chest rose and fell at the delicious promise in both his eyes and words. He stroked his slippery fingertips over my tight entrance, and that first touch from him made me tense up. He stopped and brought his eyes up to mine, the question in them loud and clear: Are you okay?
“It’s just… It’s been a while,” I told him, never feeling more vulnerable. “Please, don’t stop.”
He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my knee. “I’ll go slow.”
I swallowed and nodded as he began to rub that slick finger over my hole again, every now and then adding a delicious pressure until he finally slipped it inside. I sucked in a breath, getting used to the intrusion, but he didn’t give me too long to linger: a second began to flirt with the first.
“Yesss,” I hissed between my teeth, arching up off the bed as those fingers burrowed in deep, zeroing in on my prostate.
“So tight,” Noah whispered, looking down as he stretched and worked me.
“I can take you,” I promised.
“I have no doubt about that. I’m just thinking about how good it’s going to feel buried inside you.”
“Noah…” His name was an invitation all on its own, because I wanted that—and I wanted it now.
His eyes met mine across my naked body, and I nodded. He removed his fingers and gently pushed my other leg up to join the one at my chest.
I could see his Adam’s apple bob as he took in the picture I made fully spread open for him, fully trusting in him.
Then he reached for his cock and began to stroke, and the sight of him kneeling between my legs, his arm flexing with each movement, his cheeks flushed with anticipation and arousal, had my dick leaking all over my stomach.
“Please…” I begged, not something I was accustomed to doing in my life. But in that moment I was fully aware I would give anything to feel Noah inside me.
“Say it again.”
“Please.”
“No.” He lined his cock up with my entrance. “My name.”
I swallowed as we locked eyes, my heart pounding. “Noah,” I said, and he drove inside, one hand guiding and the other on my leg, holding me open.
He went slow like he promised, inching inside as I forced myself to keep breathing. I knew it would be so good once my body got used to it—I just had to adjust to the sheer size of him.
When he paused like he thought I needed it, I growled, “Keep going,” and the corner of Noah’s mouth twitched.
“Still issuing royal commands, even in bed.” He hovered over me as he bottomed out deep inside.
Noah stilled, and it felt so good that I closed my eyes, briefly, before realizing I wanted to remember every minute of tonight. I opened them to see him staring down at me, those hazel eyes burning with desire.
He leaned in, kissing me before whispering, “You make me needy too.”
And then he began to move, slowly at first, barely rocking his hips as he split me open, and I wanted every bit of it—the pain, the pleasure, whatever Noah would give me, I’d take and beg for more.
I wrapped my legs around him, keeping him close and kissing him again as he drew out of me and then drove back in again.
God. It was too good. I wasn’t going to survive Noah Bennett, but that did nothing to dampen how much I wanted him now.
As we began to find our rhythm, he lifted, his hands going to my knees as he thrust inside me, and the picture he made was one I’d never forget.
Every part of him was defined, his build more athletic than all those layers of his uniform let on, even though he fit it to tailored perfection.
The light brown of his hair trailed lightly down his chest, leading to a treasure trail and the most impressive cock I’d ever seen, much less had inside me.
Everything about Noah Bennett made for a dangerous and intoxicating combination, one I couldn’t get enough of.
I reached for my dick as he tunneled back inside me over and over again, the pleasure almost too much to take. I squeezed the head of my shaft in an effort to stunt the orgasm that hovered, because fuck, I couldn’t be the king that came two minutes in.
“Shit.” Noah stopped suddenly and lowered his head, still throbbing inside me.
“What’s wrong?”
“Just give me a second.” He took a couple of deep breaths, and an embarrassed chuckle escaped him. “I, uh…”
“I know,” I said, pulling him down to take his lips. “Me too.”
It was so much, and we were both feeling it—all the lead-up to this moment, all the emotion swirling in the air, the way our bodies connected like we’d been made for each other.
It was another second before Noah began to move again, but the urgency was still there between us, the need to come even stronger than before.
His hips began to jerk fervently, and I tightened my legs around him.
“Come inside me, Noah. Make me yours.”
A moan rumbled up from his throat as he drove deep inside, then angled in just the right spot. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.
“Right…there,” I managed as he lowered himself back on top of me, our bare chests pressed up against each other, my cock trapped between us. With every slide, my release got closer, and it seemed Noah wasn’t far behind.
Then he leaned down and nipped my lower lip and I was there.
My body tensed, my legs tightening around him and holding him deep, as Noah began to tremble.
Then I felt the hot rush of his arousal flood me, and I came right along with him, our mutual desire reaching its pinnacle at the same time, all of our lingering looks, touches, and stolen moments coming to an explosive conclusion.
I’d never felt more connected to another person in all my life.
Not only because he surrounded every inch of me in that moment, but because I could feel the way his heart beat in time with mine.
The way his breathing matched the rhythm of my own.
The way the hair on his legs brushed up against the hair on mine—we were one.
And when he lowered his forehead to mine and whispered my name, I felt it in my soul. The way I was falling for him.
The thought should’ve been alarming, sent me into an absolute state of panic. But instead all I felt was calm. My entire life from birth to death had been planned out down to where I would be buried—right beside my parents. But Noah was an unexpected gift. One I didn’t plan to squander.
“Beautiful,” I whispered, ghosting my lips over his. “You are absolutely beautiful, Noah Bennett. And so was this.”
He smiled against my mouth as he pulled out, and I felt the loss of him instantly. “It’s not fair to always say the right things first.”
“Is that what I do?”
Noah’s eyes softened as he moved to sit up on the side of the bed. “You do. But I’m not done with you just yet.”
“Oh?” I was intrigued, but absolutely useless right now. “Well, you might need to give me a couple of minutes. I’m not as young as you are.”
Noah chuckled and glanced over his shoulder at where I lay, my body completely wrecked. “You’re not that much older. But I was thinking more of drawing you a bath.”
Now that was an idea I could get behind. “You don’t need to prepare it. I can—”
Noah raised his brows. “Call Baxter?”
He got to his feet, that magnificent body now on full display for my hungry eyes, and my cock twitched. Maybe my body was up for another round.
“I know I don’t have to do it,” he finally said and leaned across the bed to kiss my cheek. “I want to do it…as Noah.”
I watched him with languid eyes as he moved away. Just before he disappeared into the en suite, he stopped and looked back at me.
“And I want you to join me as Nicholas.”