Chapter 15 Noah #2
“You are so tight,” Torin says, and my thoughts fall away as he finally speaks to me.
“Fucking incredible. I wasn’t kidding when I said we should have done this earlier.
Why wasn’t I fucking your brains out that summer before you went off to college?
Your dad was away on business, and I’d come over and swim and lose my mind with boredom, when I could have been stuffing my cock in either of your holes? ”
“I wasn’t crazy enough back then, I guess.”
He pushes his fingers as deep as they’ll go inside me again, and I exhale at the feeling.
“I think you were,” he says. “I think this always would have been the same between us, Noah.”
That war inside me ignites again. “Don’t act like it’s anything more than what it is.”
“Fuck, Noah, you look so hot already, and I don’t even have my cock inside you yet.”
I breathe deeply. “Glad you like me that much.”
He pulls his fingers back slowly and then shoves them back in again, hard. He drags his palm over my lower back.
“I do like you.”
His words strike me like a blow.
I’d been saying it as a joke. I’d expected him to lash out, to remind me how much he truly hates me deep down.
Instead, he gave me more praise.
Unreal.
Completely unbelievable.
“I…”
My voice trails off before I can form any more words. Where the fuck was I going to go with it, anyway?
I really like you, too, and it’s absolutely fucking killing me.
I feel like something… works, between us, once we have our clothes off.
And that makes zero sense.
I’m sure as fuck not saying any of that.
“It’s going to hurt,” Torin says.
“Don’t care.”
A sudden hard smack hits my ass and I take a sharp breath, reeling from the loud noise and the sting.
And then he does it again.
A warmth blooms on my skin in the place he hit and that rush is even better than the smack itself.
When he drapes his body back over me again he doesn’t go for my ear.
Instead he comes up to the side of my face and when I turn toward him, he presses his lips to mine in a kiss.
I open for him instantly and I’m lost in the warmth of his mouth, the contrast of the radiating pain lower on my body and the hot, wet slide of his tongue on mine.
I’ve wanted to kiss someone like this for my whole life.
Holy fuck, you kiss me like you mean it.
It doesn’t feel like his mouth is on mine as some sort of power play. It’s not like the previous times he’s kissed me, when I felt like he was fully trying to lay claim to my mouth like he was conquering land.
It’s intimate.
He breaks for a breath and rests the side of his forehead against mine for a moment, and my eyelids flutter shut.
It’s so much.
So much sensation. So much Torin.
I exhale a long sigh.
“You okay?”
“Fuck. I’m sorry. This is so fucking hot,” I tell him, my words broken by breaths. “It’s freaking me out.”
The pure, unadulterated truth feels strange coming from my mouth so easily.
His eyes are half-lidded as he watches me. His hair is still messy.
“I like that I freak you out, Vancliff,” he says.
“Should that worry me?”
His eyes gleam as he pushes back his hair. “Yes.”
It may be the first exchange we’ve ever had that feels this real.
No posturing. No fight behind our eyes. No lies.
“I’m ready,” I tell him.
He nods. “I know you are. Kiss me again first.”
His lips land on mine and I move to stand up, getting off the railing and bringing my hands up to his soft tangle of hair. The sides of our bodies lean against the railing now as I move closer toward him, as close as I can physically get, pressing the front of my body up against the front of his.
My cock slides against his and it feels so good I could probably come just from rutting up against him, and he brings his hand to my ass again as we kiss.
I hear the sound of a heavy door shutting downstairs.
At first it doesn’t register in my brain.
And then it catches up, a moment later, and I pull away from Torin’s kiss with a sharp inhale.
Both of us turn our heads to look down at the front garden, and the first thing I see is the deep red of a Crimson College umbrella, tilted to one side in the front yard.
Roman.
I see the black lined tattoos on his arm as he walks down the front pathway, going through the front gates.
I hold my breath.
Holy fucking shit.
I’m still clutching Torin close like I’m holding on for my life.
Torin’s eyes rake over me in a heated gaze, and my chest goes hot.
Torin leans in and sucks a kiss onto my neck, even now while Roman could look up at any second.
This can’t be happening.
This cannot be real.
He leans back, then looks down at the front yard with a nod.
“Think he’d like watching me fuck you?” Torin whispers.
I pinch his waist, praying to every god that he’ll shut the hell up.
I face away from him, trying not to move too much in case I make noise.
I hear the sound of Torin ripping open a condom packet behind me and the crinkling of the wrapper before he tosses it back into my room.
“Fuck. Shut up,” I mouth to him, glancing back down at Roman.
Just keep walking, Roman.
Just fucking go.
I tense up as Torin moves behind me, spreading my ass, and if I thought there was a war in my mind before, now it’s gone completely nuclear, tearing me between two poles of arousal and code-red panic.
Torin is certifiably out of his fucking mind.
I can feel the tip of his cock pressing up against my hole and he’s doing it knowing that Roman could look up at any moment.
Knowing that some sick, twisted part of me won’t stop him.
And the first feeling of his cock pushing onto my hole, not even in yet, is unreal.
Some invisible scales tip inside me, and it’s like every sense of good judgment inside me suddenly evaporates.
Fuck it. What’s done is done.
If he sees, he sees.
Let him tell the whole fucking house.
Tell the whole school, for all I care. I need Torin’s cock and I don’t give a fuck what that means, anymore.
Finally, he walks off down the street.
And the moment he’s gone, Torin pushes the beginning of his cock head past my tight hole.