Chapter 8 Torin
Torin
Noah lets out a completely fucking irresistible sound when I slide my tongue along his.
And when he actually starts to kiss me back—really kiss me back, not just following my movements but opening for me like he’s desperate—I realize that Noah is going to be a whole lot more fun than I bargained for.
He moans into my mouth as I cradle the back of his head, and at first I think it’s a protest.
But then he relaxes into me, his hips bucking forward to grind his cock against mine like he can’t help himself.
He’s melting into me.
Finally giving into what he’s been dancing around for the last few fucking weeks, in fluid, warm motions that make up a teasing, back-and-forth kiss that I never could have expected out of him.
For a few beats, he’s lost himself to the current, and his body is pliant against mine.
Then he seems to remember who he is.
After kissing me for a while like he was losing himself in my mouth, his palm slides up my chest and then lands up against my throat.
Oh, you sweet fucking summer babe, thinking that’s going to bother me.
He grips my throat with his hand, giving me a gentle pressure while I keep kissing him through it. I bring up my knee between his legs again to help pin him in place even better, pushing my leg up against the inside of his thigh.
He grips tighter at my throat and for a moment the lack of breath makes my skin tingle.
How long have you wanted this?
Was there some dark, twisted corner of his mind that fantasized about having his way with his future stepbrother, even if he wouldn’t dare to experiment with any other guy?
He’s always been so hostile with me that it’s stunning to see that intensity channel into pure desire now.
So fucking much of it.
And being on the receiving end of his apparently ocean-deep well of lust only makes me wish we’d started sooner.
Fuck, it’s good.
Too good.
His hand at my neck, his cock, his fucking mouth—
All at once I pull back.
I need air, and it’s difficult to control my thoughts.
I break for a breath, leaning away from him. He keeps his palm steady on my neck. He releases some pressure, but still keeps it cupped under my jaw.
And God, somehow this is even worse.
He looks better than I’ve ever seen him.
His pupils are blown wide in the dark blue of his eyes.
His hair looks like a dark crown, a little messy and framing his face so nicely that I want to fuck it up even more.
And those perfect fucking lips.
Slightly parted still, and slick from our kiss.
Who needs to win the lottery when a straight boy is curious, crazy fucking hot, and has his hand around your neck?
“Should have claimed you like this years ago, Noah,” I whisper at him, knowing he can feel the vibrations of my voice on his palm, holding my neck. “Anytime I was over at your house. All you had to do was ask.”
He looks a little mad at me, but too turned on to care.
When he talks, it’s barely a whisper.
“Fuck you.”
“Is this your first time kissing a guy?” I ask him. “Because you seem pretty needy for it.”
He blinks. “You’re the one who kissed me, asshole.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He finally drops his hand away from my neck.
He looks down to my lips then back up again, a defiant look in his eye. “So what if it is my first time?”
Holy fuck, I really am his first.
I can’t take it anymore. I lean in and catch his mouth again with mine, and now I have no doubt in the world that he wants it just as badly as I do.
He’s almost relentless with the way he kisses me back, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulling me closer this time.
“You’re always so fucking demanding,” I say against his lips, breaking off before leaning in and biting his lower lip.
“Could say the same to you.”
“Noah Vancliff, always getting everything you want,” I murmur, punctuating the last three words with kisses. “Now I know what you really fucking want.”
“No you don’t.”
I call his bluff by sucking a kiss against his neck and making him moan for me all over again.
His cock is still throbbing against me, and when I look down I notice a tiny wet spot from his precum that’s leaked through the thin fabric of his pants.
I reach down and squeeze him there.
“Yeah,” I whisper, in a teasing sarcastic tone. “No clue in the world what you want. Not like it’s plainly obvious every time I look down at this.”
“Shut up,” he murmurs before coming in and catching me in a kiss, this time.
I’m rutting against him like a fucking animal now, too.
Noah has no clue how his entire existence is bait for me. Straight, curious, and so hungry and eager in a way that gets me rock hard whenever he crosses a line.
The most shocking thing of all is that Noah actually knows how to kiss. Noah, who’s uptight around me all the time. Who looks at me like he’d rather hurl a boulder in my direction than ever open up for me.
He used to hook up with a lot of girls, so it makes sense that he’s experienced with it, but I didn’t consider how well he would respond to me.
“Torin,” he says as I move to suck a kiss onto his neck again. “This isn’t part of the deal. You going to watch me come or not?”
I hum, sucking his skin a little harder beside his Adam’s apple. “I will.”
“Give me a hickey and I’ll kill you in your fucking sleep.”
“Relax.”
I move off of him, taking a step backward.
All of the contact, the warmth, the magnetic pull between us is suddenly paused, and I just watch him.
He stays pressed up against the dresser, running his fingers through his hair, looking more like I just fucked him than kissed him. His white T-shirt is so tight on his torso, and the tent at the front of his pants is like a beacon, betraying him, showing exactly how needy he is right now.
“Looks like you already have a little hickey,” I tell him. “Oops.”
“Fuck,” he says, running his hand over the part of his neck I kissed.
I’ve been wearing clothes for far too long.
I hook my fingertips into the waistband of my pants and shove them down, along with my boxer briefs.
My cock bobs free in front of me and Noah looks at it like he’s staring at a goddamn piece of candy.
Or maybe like he’s terrified?
Probably both.
I’m sure he’s used to looking away whenever another guy’s cock is exposed, but his eyes are glued to me.
“How is that part of the deal?” he whispers, but he’s still gazing at it.
“You’re going to watch me come, and then maybe I’ll see about giving you what you want so badly. I told you what would happen next time.”
He furrows his brow. “That’s not what this is.”
“So you’re not curious to watch another man come?”
“Maybe if it weren’t attached to you.”
He keeps glancing at my cock and then dropping his gaze away again, like he can’t help but check it out each time before his shame catches back up with him.
He’s freaking out a little.
Not in full-blown panic, but enough.
He turns to stride past me, seemingly heading for the door, but I gently reach out and brush my hand against his wrist as he’s walking by.
I’m surprised he doesn’t rip his arm away.
He stands there, facing toward the door instead of me.
“Tell me what you’re thinking about,” I ask him.
He doesn’t respond for a moment, but then the words flood out of him.
“How idiotic I am for being in the same room as you. For doing any of this. I’m so fucked in the head.”
I let my fingers slide down until I’m holding his hand.
“You’re not fucked in the head for thinking this is hot, Noah.”
He still hasn’t dropped his hand away. He drags his thumb over mine and it makes my cock twitch.
But then his fingers tighten against mine, his grip getting stronger.
“This isn’t going to happen all summer,” he says. “Understand me? I need to come, and you're here. But this is over afterward.”
I move my other hand to his hip, spinning him around until he’s finally looking me in the eye again. I step toward him until the front of my body presses up against his.
“Sure thing,” I tell him, pulling up the hem of his shirt, just a little. I look down at the V-shape below his abs that leads down past his waistband. I trail my fingertip over it, and I see goosebumps form on his skin.
Then he clasps his hand around my forearm, steadying me.
“I’m serious,” he says.
I meet his gaze.
“I know you are. I am, too.”
“Do you understand?” he says. “This only happens once.”
“Yes, Noah, I understand. I’m not going to show up in your room unannounced and jerk myself off… like you did at the hotel.”
He narrows his eyes. “Are you ever going to let me live that down?”
I hum. “I don’t want to.”
“One time only,” he reiterates.
“Casual is the only thing I do, Daisy,” I tell him. “I can leave right now. Just say the word—”
“No. Don’t leave,” he says, his grip tightening on my arm before he drops it away.
I nod. “Okay.”
I see his Adam’s apple bob as he swallows. “Okay.”
I grip the base of my dick and give it a couple of slow, solid strokes, holding Noah’s gaze. He seems to relax a little again, and his eyelids drop as he watches me work my cock for a few moments.
With my other hand, I brush my fingertips over my nipple ring, nodding at him.
“Touch me here.”
His eyes get that slightly hypnotized look the moment he’s focused on it, bringing his fingers up to gently pinch me. Anytime Noah is fixated on me like this, part of his internal armor seems to drop, giving way to the curiosity beneath the surface.
His lashes flick upward, then in a fluid motion, he dips low and puts his lips to my nipple, running his tongue along it.
I hum at the sudden flood of warmth.
No reason that should feel as good as it does.
I bring my fingers up to tuck into his hair, impossibly soft, cradling the back of his head as he slides his tongue along my skin.
“Good boy,” I murmur quietly.
He exhales against my skin, and I feel his breath on my chest.
When he stands up straight again, I go for the waistband of his pants, teasing along the ridge of the fabric for a moment.
And then I push my hand past the waistband and reach down to grip his cock.
“Jesus, Torin,” Noah whispers.