Chapter 16 Torin
Torin
“You okay?” I ask Noah.
“Oh, God,” he utters as I ease up on the pressure with my tip, allowing him a moment to collect himself before I destroy him.
“That’s not an answer.”
“Yes, I’m okay. But I’ll be a lot better once you finally fuck me, so what are you waiting for?”
He’s finally not whispering anymore.
A warmth blooms through my chest.
He’s not scared anymore. Noah really is more similar to me than I ever knew.
Only one thought shot through my mind as Roman nearly caught us: sorry, not sorry. At all.
I was ready for Noah to collapse into a heap, though, and I probably would have even comforted him through it if he freaked out. I was ready to call off the whole thing if Noah was too thrown, but he’s…
More ravenous than he’s ever been.
The chance of getting caught only made you more desperate to be fucked.
Never, ever change, Noah.
Even though we can still see the red of Roman’s umbrella slowly walking off down the street, I’m not waiting.
I give Noah my tip again, pushing slowly but steadily, watching my cock sink into his tight ring of muscle from behind. More and more of my head starts to disappear inside him, and when it gets to the fattest part, I feel him tense up.
“Gotta relax, Noah,” I tell him. “I need to fuck you very hard tonight, so you have to be ready for it.”
“Told you I’m ready,” he says, but I can hear the pain he’s trying to hide under his voice.
“You’re doing so well,” I utter, the last three words punctuated by my breaths.
I pause for a few beats, feeling him tighten and then relax around me.
“Give it to me,” he breathes, and I throb inside him.
“This is going to hurt.”
I push my tip fully inside and it slides in a little faster, past the ridge.
Noah moans so loud that it seems like he doesn’t give a fuck anymore who could hear from the street. He’s become completely mine, and that knowledge is like a delicious surge throughout my entire body.
He’s so tight it’s like a constrictor around my cock, and I have to take a deep breath.
“I can take it,” he whispers to me a moment later, and as I squeeze around his hips I wonder if he’s just trying to please me or if that’s really the truth.
He’s willing to work through the pain for the promise of what I can give him.
Because he wants to be very, very good for me.
But I’m aware he needs to adjust to my size.
My eyes are glued to every move he makes, especially the way his body tenses up when my cock is too big for him at first. But then the way he slowly relaxes into it.
His back arches in an obscene way. Just a long stretch of smooth skin in front of me, with his ass at the bottom just begging to be split the fuck open.
My heart pounds hard in my chest as I skate my palm down his back, squeezing his ass cheek.
What the hell is this?
Why does the singular sight of watching my cock disappear inside Noah strike me as one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen in my life?
My thoughts are swirling about the future already, in an inconvenient way.
Because I’m going to need this again.
I want to watch him come apart for me in all sorts of places, or ride on my cock, or sink on top of me in the back of a car.
How much are you okay giving me?
I bring my hand up and scratch down Noah’s spine this time.
“Stay bent over,” I say, dropping back into commands for him. “Look at the street. Show the world how proud you are to take my cock.”
His spine arches just a little more, and after he pulls in a full, slow breath, I feel him push backward against me again.
“More,” he utters.
So I slam my cock another two inches into him, all at once, the slickness of the lube making it very easy.
He calls out and I know it hurts, but the sudden squeeze around my cock is so good it makes me woozy.
“Breathe,” I whisper.
He turns his head backward to look at me over his shoulder and the sudden sight of his deep blue eyes is another shock to my system.
“Too much,” he says.
“I know. I’ll let you relax. I told you to look at the street.”
He gasps for a moment. “You going to make me?”
My cock throbs. I reach up and grip the back of his head, giving his hair a sideways tug as I guide his head back toward the outside world.
His eyes were doing something to me.
Something I can’t handle right now.
He spends a minute, then two, relaxing around the inches of dick that are now occupying his ass.
When he finally speaks again, he’s impatient.
“I want to take all of you,” he says.
“I’ll decide when that happens.”
I feel his ass tighten around me and I realize the motherfucker is trying to tease me.
It sets me off, and I yank my cock out of him.
Completely.
He gasps and whips his head around to look at me with fury in his gaze.
“Angry I’ve taken away your new favorite toy?” I ask him, turning my head to one side.
“Please,” he says.
“I want to hear it louder.”
“Please,” he shouts, his voice raspy at its edges.
I squeeze the base of my cock as I watch him. And I love everything I see. The desperation written all over his face, and the way his rosy pout is currently hanging open in disbelief.
“Why do you want me?”
“I fucking need you,” he yells at me, loudly, like he was earlier tonight. A jolt of pleasure goes straight through my blood.
I have him screaming for me.
“You have me.”
“I… I need to come,” he finally says in a breathy whisper, dropping his defenses entirely. “Need to come with your cock in me. You can hurt me. Fucking break me, I don’t care.”
My knees go weak when he says it.
My eyelids flutter shut for a quick moment before I open them again, dragging my fingers through Noah’s hair.
I grip his hips, retaking my position behind him and I don’t hesitate at all.
This time, when he takes my tip, it’s faster. He pushes his ass back against me and exhales as I give him my cock head, then another inch, then another.
I squeeze his waist as I slam into him fully, and he moans openly for me as I enter him to the hilt. My balls are pressed up against his ass now and he collapses a little against the railing, dipping lower like his body’s a ragdoll.
I lean the front of my body over the back of his, and I don’t let up.
“So good,” I finally hear him utter. “Why do you have to feel so… fucking good? Fuck… don’t answer that—”
His words break off in another low sound as I pull a couple of inches out of him and then slide back in again.
The tight squeeze around my shaft is exactly what I need. I don’t know how much longer I can last looking at him like this, with my lip and tongue still swollen from the way he was kissing me.
“That is too good. You’re so good for me, Noah.”
“I know.”
“Look at you, taking every goddamn inch of me like I knew you would.”
“Need… need to come,” he whispers.
I’m right at the edge, too. Every squeeze of his ass feels like he’s trying to milk my cum from me, and I know it has to happen soon.
He’s got to be close, even with his cock neglected in front of him again. I reach forward and manage to get a hold of it, and even though it’s an awkward angle I have to make it work.
“Oh my God,” he utters in a low voice.
“Going to come,” I tell him. “Come for me. Now.”
I start thrusting into him in firm, hard strokes and I squeeze around his dick at the same time, and his body starts to shake for me.
And my orgasm hits like a fucking tidal wave.
I knew I was close but when Noah lets out a rough groan and I feel his cock pulse, and the hot streaks of his cum start to hit my hand, I’m done for.
His ass grips my cock like a vise and I lose it inside him, too, filling the condom over and over again, each wave cresting to hit harder than the last. Finally, it crashes around me and I’m dropped into a blissful, clear ocean of sensation.
Pure clarity, and complete surrender.
My hand travels upward from his cock until it’s sliding up the front of his body, from his abs to his chest and then his collarbone.
All I want to do is feel him, like my hands are trying to confirm the fact that a real, live person actually just made me come that hard.
Just another urge that I’ve never had for another person before… certainly not right after I came.
Normally I’d be ready to grab my stuff and dip.
You provoke me.
Fuck with me.
Push every button I have.
My cock slides out of him.
As he stands up, I turn his body so he’s facing me again.
When I lean in to press a soft kiss to his lips, I brace for a fight. It’s just habit, and I don’t even know why.
And this kiss feels even more forbidden than anything else we just did.
Each cell in my body has that magnetic pull toward him.
Even now.
When I pull away I can’t look him in the eye. I look down toward Red Row, where the rain has stopped. A pair of birds are fluttering through the rose garden and the trees beneath a lamp post, perching on branch after branch in the cool, humid air.
My chest aches.
The fuck is happening to me?
I’m silent for too long. Noah is probably waiting for me to say something, but I can’t form words.
“Need to clean off,” he eventually says.
“Yeah.”
It’s the only thing I can muster right now.
Inside, I’m screaming.
If I look at Noah, I know I’ll feel something again.
“Well. All right, then,” he says.
I look down at my hand and there are still white streaks there.
I watch his naked figure walk in through the balcony doors.
Come on.
Motion.
Get up and do what you always do.
But for the first time, I don’t feel like I’m plotting an escape. I’m more drawn to him now than ever, like he’s a slow current, pulling me closer toward him at every moment.
I can’t stop wanting more of him.
And it feels like a mortal mistake that I know I can’t control.
Right before I head inside, I glance down toward a pair of headlights on the street.
The car is moving slowly.
Too slowly.
I back up on the balcony, far enough that no one would be able to see me unless they were trying.
As the car pulls up further on the wet street, something in my chest sinks.
It’s a black SUV.
Maybe even the same one I saw on the night Noah almost got taken.
The vehicle is creeping by at only a mile an hour, and one of the rear windows slides down as it passes by Onyx House. The lens of a camera comes out through the crack in the window, pointed at the front of the house.
And then the camera points up toward me on the balcony.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
After taking a photo, the SUV suddenly whips around in a fast U-turn, then speeds off back down Red Row, disappearing in the night.
I’ll kill them, I think, like a mantra in my mind.
“You okay?” Noah says, and when he peeks out onto the balcony again, my heart drops.
I can't see you get hurt.
Not from them.
Not from me.
And I have to protect you from all of it.