Chapter 14 Torin
Torin
Even as Noah pushes the door open and we walk inside Onyx House, I don’t bother checking if the coast is clear in the entryway, keeping one hand at the small of his back.
“Upstairs,” I tell him. “Shower.”
“Too impatient for that.”
I lean in to kiss the back of his neck. “You have to clean that soil off your hands before I let you touch my cock. You shower off, I’ll watch.”
He hums, turning and giving me a dazed look.
As we’re walking up the stairs, I push my hand up the bottom opening of his shorts, between his legs from behind. I feel the downy soft hair there, and I let my hand roam just close enough to his ass that I know he’s squirming.
We reach the top of the landing.
“Oh!” Noah exclaims as he almost runs right into Weston.
I pull my hand away.
From the way we were positioned, I don’t know if Weston saw anything.
“What’s up, guys?” Wes asks.
Not much.
Noah and I just screamed our lungs out at each other down the road, and now he desperately needs me to fuck it out of him.
“Just, uh, went for a run,” Noah says with a nod.
“You two going to come down for more poker?” Wes asks. I see that he’s carrying a little portable speaker, clearly ready to keep the action rolling downstairs.
“Fell onto the dirt while I was running,” Noah says, showing Wes his dirty hands. “I’ve got to shower.”
“I’m cooked after this week. Staying upstairs,” I tell him.
“All good.”
Weston starts to walk off and head down the stairs, and I follow Noah down toward the first bathroom.
Just as we’re about to dip inside, Wes comes back down the hallway.
He doesn’t seem to question why we were about to walk into the bathroom together.
He just smiles serenely at us, and I can tell he’s a bit toasted from having beers tonight. He claps Noah on the shoulder, sighing.
“It makes me so fucking happy to see you two being civil to each other. This is what Onyx Society is all about, you know? Connections. And Bree is even hanging out here again… I’m just happy for you, Noah.”
“Thanks, Wes.”
“Always a place for you two at the poker table. Always. God, do you guys know how awesome you are? I can hang out up here for a while, if you want.”
“I really just need to take a shower,” Noah says.
He’s blushing so hard.
“You heard the man, Torin,” Wes says, giving me a playful shove. “Let him shower. Give your stepbro some space.”
He’s laughing and being playful, but I still get the sense that he’s not going anywhere unless I move.
I give them a little salute and head to my bedroom. I hear the sound of Noah turning on the shower, but Weston stays just outside the cracked door, chatting with Noah about society events he wants to plan.
Finally, mercifully, Weston walks off downstairs five minutes later.
I peek out into the hall to see Noah walking out of the bathroom with a towel slung around his waist.
And I’m too impatient.
I cross the hall fast and close my mouth over his.
Do I give a fuck that we’re in the middle of the upstairs hall? Nope.
He leans up against the wall as he opens for me again, more hesitantly now that we’re in the house. I can feel his cock hardening through the material of the towel.
“Can’t do this here,” he says against my lips as I trail my fingers up his bare chest.
“You don’t seem to mind.”
I drag my tongue over his lower lip and he lets out that perfect, irresistible low moan into my mouth.
I grab his hand and pull him toward his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind us.
I’m tempted to shove him down onto the mattress and take him like this.
When I’m this close to Noah, it’s strange to still have the instinct that I might get elbowed back and shoved away fast. I never know if he’s going to lunge at me and hurt me or melt against my body in need, and I like that.
“Almost got myself off in the shower,” he says, giving me a cocky glance.
“You wouldn’t fucking dare,” I tell him. “You need to save it for me.”
“Is that right?”
I grip his waist and lean in to bury my face in his hair, surrounded by the scent of his shampoo and the natural smell of his skin.
God, why does it feel so good?
I’m completely surrounded by him.
His bedroom, his hair, his presence.
Last time this happened, my heart skittered like a scared animal, and I ran away.
This…
This feels different.
The low pattering of the rain is tapping against the windows, and it picks up quickly, turning into a full-blown rain. The rest of Onyx House is downstairs, and it feels like Noah and I are here completely alone, in some rainy treehouse together.
I push up against him, caught in a web of pure need.
I grasp at his towel.
“Too much fabric,” I tell him before brushing my lips across the top of his cheekbone. “And I’m wearing too many clothes.”
“We can fix that.”
He drops the towel, letting it hit the ground. I pull off my clothes just as quickly, and soon we’re naked together again, and the deep, pulsing urge that I’ve had building in me all week is finally getting a chance at satisfaction.
I spin him around in my arms until he’s facing toward the paned windows that look out onto his balcony.
I let my cock press against the cleft of his ass from behind.
My dick slips between his cheeks just a little, not against his hole but close enough that I’m instantly thinking about it.
I want to push my cock inside him and fuck him until he admits he’s mine.
Not rational.
Not even a little.
I’m not able to suppress a groan as I feel that slight bit of contact, and when he pushes his hips backward, pressing his ass against my dick, I’m rabid for him.
“Holy fuck, Noah,” I say under my breath, taking away my contact in an instant and shoving open the balcony door, letting the air inside.
His cock is standing at attention, leaking precum as he stares at me. My gaze rakes over his thighs, his hips, his perfect fucking neck.
He looks down at my cock with that raw need on his face and it makes me throb.
“Just do it,” he whispers.
His eyes look hungry.
More.
Give me more of that.
“Use your words,” I tell him.
“I need you,” he says. “I want you to fuck me. Quit acting like you don’t know that. You just wanted me to admit it, didn’t you?”
Like the final puzzle piece, snapping into place.
I squeeze the base of my dick and pause for a moment, letting his confession hang in the air.
And then my own truth tumbles out of me.
Confession after confession, laid out bare.
“Yes. I did want you to admit it,” I tell him in a low tone. “I really, really did. And while I was gone this week, I thought about fucking you every single day.”
He sinks his teeth into my lower lip and bites hard.
In return I move my hands down to his wrists, clutching them both behind him and immobilizing them.
I use my body to push him in the direction I want him to go, keeping my mouth on his as I move.
He stumbles backward but I keep him upright.
My cock ruts up against his hip as I walk him toward the balcony doors.
Skin on skin.
This is how I need you every fucking day.
His tongue slides along mine as I push him up against the doorframe. I feel behind him, pushing out on the door and swinging it open the rest of the way.
The scent of wet pine rushes in, carried in the misty air.
The air isn’t cold at all, just lightly cool, and I step him out onto the balcony, our feet hitting the stone below.
“The fuck are you doing?” he says against my lips, then turns to look over the balcony.
I give his cock a squeeze.
It’s dark out here, but the garden below is illuminated with small lights.
Each balcony in Onyx House is covered by an awning overhead, and the thin, iron pillars on the edge of the balconies are absolutely covered in inches of green vines and tendrils of ivy curling all around the railing.
We’re surrounded by green and black, protected from the overcast sky, and the rain isn’t hitting us under the awning.
I look out onto the street and the trees along Red Row down below.
“Up against the railing,” I tell him.
He quickly glances over the edge. “You’re going to fucking kill me by throwing me off my balcony?”
I lean over and take his earlobe between my teeth, sucking on it until he moans for me.
I let it go and whisper low in his ear.
“I’m going to give you every inch of my cock and fuck you over the railing, babe. And if anyone on Red Row walks by and sees us, you’ll have to admit the truth to them, too.”
I bring a hand to his ass and slide my fingers between his cheeks, dragging my fingertips over his hole.
His eyes widen.
“That you’re fucking insane?”
“That you’re mine to fuck. Mine to taste. Mine to protect, because I need you,” I murmur. “Stepbrother things, right?”
“Shut your mouth,” he exhales, but I watch his hands hit the railing for me.