Chapter 24
Those words snap something inside me. —Milo Warner
I get us back to the cabin in record time, holding Noah in my arms bridal-style, just the way he likes. He huddles against me, wrapping his arms around my neck and pressing kisses against the spot above my Adam’s apple.
“Milo,” he whispers as we reach the doorway of the cabin and I carefully negotiate opening the door. “Whatever happens next with you, and me, and our families… I want something, okay?”
“Whatever you want.” Like I can deny this man anything.
“You’ve already been my first time for so many things.” He nuzzles his nose against my neck. “I want to be, um, with you. You know. In the one way we haven’t yet.”
Damn. He’s so fucking innocent he can’t even say the words. I carry him up the stairs to the loft bedroom. I’ve got a good feeling we’re about to need the bigger bed, and we don’t need to be interrupted by Bear right now. She’s got plenty of toys downstairs to keep her occupied.
“Can you say exactly what you mean, Chucks?” I ask as I settle down onto the bed and pull him into my lap. “Tell me what you want, Noah.”
He sighs. “It’s like… so, I know sex can be all kinds of things, and I don’t want to make it sound like you being inside me like that would be us having sex for the first time, because we’ve already had sex.
And all the times we’ve been together have been special and important to me, you know?
So, I don’t know exactly how to say it, not without making it sound like this would be more special than all of that. ”
“Are you overthinking what I’m overthinking?” I say, letting the teasing words fill the room as I hold him tightly against me.
“Funny.” He smacks me on the shoulder.
“Noah, baby.” I take his hands in mine and move them together until they’re on top of the edge of his jeans, next to his belt.
“I love that never-ending mind of yours, but you don’t need to overthink this right now.
Just say the words. Just tell me exactly what you want.
Or don’t want. I’ll start the conversation.
I want to kiss every single inch of your body and then wrap my mouth around your cock. ”
He groans and closes his eyes. “How does it sound so hot when you talk like this? When I try to talk about sex, I just sound like some kind of babbling teenager.”
“You’re just very careful about how you sound. It’s cute as fuck, Noah. I promise.”
He swallows. “Okay.” Then he pulls in a long, deep breath before he turns in my arms to stare at me.
“Milo Warner,” he whispers. “I want you to put your big, giant cock inside me. I want to feel what it feels like to have all of you in me. And while you’re doing that, I want you to wrap your hand around my…”
He pauses suddenly, like the words are stuck in his throat.
“Say it, baby,” I urge him. “You’ve got no idea how much you’re turning me on right now.”
“I want you to put your hand around my dick and hold it,” he bursts out.
“I want you to hold on to me while you’re moving inside me.
I want to feel what it feels like to have so much of you in me, even if it hurts.
I mean,” he adds, giggling slightly. “I know it’s going to hurt, at least a little. You’re like, giant.”
If he keeps talking like this, I’m not going to make it through all these plans Noah’s spelling out for us in what has to be the hottest dirty talk I’ve ever heard.
“I’ll take care of you,” I tell him. “We’ll go as slow as you want to go and stop whenever you say so. I would never, ever hurt you, Noah.”
He smiles and grips my hands. “I know. And that’s exactly why I want to do this with you.”
Those words snap something inside me. I need him now, and I have to make sure he knows that.
I slide out from behind him and start slowly peeling off layers of clothes while he watches.
I pause for a minute with my shirt off, and Noah runs his fingers over my abs as I click a few buttons on my phone to put some light music on in the background.
I pick a soft jazz channel I like, and the music swirls through the space on the soothing tones of saxophones and clarinets.
“Mood music and everything,” Noah murmurs.
I laugh as I push down my jeans. “Music makes everything better,” I tell him as I shove my boxers down to the floor.
Now I’m fully naked in front of him, my cock already well on its way to fully hard.
I cross my arms. “You ready to get naked for me, Chucks? You ready to show me that perfect body of yours?”
He nods, quickly bobbing his head up and down.
And then he begins to strip, taking one piece of clothing off at a time, slowly teasing me piece by piece, until he’s kneeling on the bed in nothing but his boxers.
“You know,” he tells me quietly. “I meant it when I said you’re the first person to see all of me like this in a really long time. ”
“I know.” I step forward and stroke a finger under his chin. “It’s the greatest honor of my life that you show yourself to me this way, that you let me see every single part of you. You know that, right?”
He nods slowly, then moves to stand on the bed so he’s above me, hands on my shoulders, balancing precariously on the mattress. I steady him at the hips. Can’t have him falling.
He pushes his boxers down ever so slowly.
“You’re perfect,” I whisper to him as I watch his cock, already hardened to a full four inches or so.
“Perfect in every single damn way.” I hold on to his hips as I lean forward, and I take him in my mouth.
And fuck, I love so much that I can take all of his cock, his balls, every part of him, in my mouth at the same damn time.
Noah makes a strangled noise, and I pull off him with a light pop.
I throw him over my shoulder like I’m some kind of lumberjack and smack him on the ass.
“What are you doing?” he asks as he laughs.
“Making sure you know how much I love carrying you.” I swing him down in my arms, and then I lay us both across the bed until I’m standing on my knees over his body.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” I tell him. “I’m going to put some lube on one hand, okay? I’m going to hold your cock in that hand. I’m going to put some lube on the other hand too, and I’m going to use that hand to open you up. Are you ready for that, baby?” He makes another strangled noise.
“Yes,” he whispers. “I’m ready.”
“Okay, Chucks.”
There are a few moments of silence while I dig lube out of the bedside drawer and Noah stares at my cock, wide-eyed.
I drip lube everywhere; we’re definitely going to have to wash this comforter later on.
But I can’t be bothered to care about that right now.
The more lube involved, the better this experience will feel for Noah. That’s all I care about.
I kneel between his knees and push them back slightly, then help him rest his feet on my shoulders as I slide a pillow under his ass. I stroke his small cock with one hand, teasing around the skin at the head while he rises up against me, whimpering.
“I love the size of your cock, Noah Hardaway,” I whisper to him. “See how it fits in my hand?” I ask as I fist his dick gently. He nods and whimpers again.
Then I start teasing his rim with my other hand. “Holy shit,” he whispers. “Why does that always feel so good?”
The medical explanation is on the tip of my tongue, but I decide to keep it simple. “Nerve endings,” I tell him. “That’s the thing about the body,” I add as I push a finger ever so slightly inside him. “It’s full of nerves, always ready to tell us what we like and don’t like.”
He makes a yipping sound as I push in a little farther. “Bear down,” I tell him. “Push back against me, okay?”
I can feel the second he does as I ask. “Oh,” he says, breathing out quickly. “That feels… really good.” I take him at his word and push the finger in just a little bit farther, then farther, until he’s swallowing it down into his body. “Milo!” he whimpers.
Damn. The way my finger looks inside him has to be one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. And I’ve had plenty of myself in other asses before: men, women, non-binary partners. Who doesn’t like a little ass play, right?
But there’s something about Noah. It’s his responsiveness, his reverence, the way he treats this moment like something incomprehensibly special, that makes it impossible for me to feel like this is just like any other sexual encounter.
This moment feels sacred, special in a way I could never describe to anyone.
“Fuck, Chucks,” I tell him. “You’re so tight around me. I can’t imagine what it’s going to feel like to have my cock inside you.”
“More,” he whispers. “Milo, I want more!”
I don’t make him wait.
We do go slowly, though. I add more lube and take things one finger at a time, listening carefully for the sounds and signals that let me know when I need to stop or slow down.
It’s when he pushes back against my third finger that I feel him fully relax into this moment between us.
“It does burn,” he whispers. “And I feel so full. But not in a bad way, you know? It’s like a good fullness, and—what was that? Milo, touch that again!”
I have to laugh. “Noah Hardaway, meet your prostate,” I tell him. “It’s just more nerves in your body telling you what you like.”
“I definitely like!” he calls out. “I like, I like, I like!”
The human body really is a miracle. I’ve always thought so, and Noah’s body is an excellent reminder.
“Can you imagine,” I ask him, “how it’s gonna feel when I bump against this with my cock?”
He lets out a long sigh. “It’s going to burn and feel so good.”
I pause for a minute, leaving my fingers in place.
“It might. But here’s the thing, Noah. Like you said, there’s a million different ways to have sex.
I need you to remember that if you don’t like it when I put my cock inside you, we don’t have to keep having sex that way.
There are so many other things we can do.
Green, yellow, red. Remember those words, and use them as much as you need to.
Honestly, Chucks, I could come just watching you like this. ”
Noah laughs. “I could probably come right now too. But Milo, I want to try this. I want to know, okay? I want to see what it feels like. I want you to be the first one inside me like that.”
No damn way on earth I can turn down that offer.
I set us up for what’s coming next, carefully. I roll on a condom, slather it in lube, and push more lube inside him. “You tell me the second you want me to stop,” I remind him.
He frowns as he lifts himself up on his elbows. “Why me?” he asks softly. “You’ve been protecting me since that day in the elevator. Why?”
I pause where I’m kneeling above him, his legs over my shoulders. He’s spread out fully in front of me, vulnerable and open.
“I don’t know,” I tell him honestly. “I just looked at you, and I knew you’d be a person I wanted to protect for the rest of my damn life.”
Noah’s eyes go wide, and that’s when I push inside him.
He lets out a yelp, and I can feel the fight in his body as he tries to push back against me. “Say the word and I pull out,” I tell him.
“No!” He grabs at me, trying to hold me still. “Just give me a second, okay? I just need…” He closes his eyes and breathes heavily. “More,” he finally pants out. “More, Milo. I want more!”
He opens his eyes and I move deeper inside him.
His cock has gone slightly soft, so I take it in my other hand and stroke it as I keep moving forward.
His eyes are heavy-lidded, and his breath is coming in sharp gasps.
“More,” he keeps whispering. “More, more, more, more!” He’s chanting the words now.
“Are you sure, Noah?” I ask. He feels so damn good wrapped around me, and it would be hell to leave his body at this moment, but I’d do it for him in a heartbeat.
“I’m sure.” he blurts out. “More, Milo!”
I push all the way in, burying myself to the hilt.
Noah cries out when I hit that bundle of nerves I know will make him sing.
I’m so deep inside him now, and I can’t stop staring at the space between our bodies as I start slowly moving in and out of him, pressing all the way in and then pulling out slightly, back and forth, forward and away, taking us together then apart.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” I tell him, my voice more of a gasp than anything else. “So perfect.”
“So full,” he whispers. “So big inside me. Keep going. Don’t stop.” I’m terrified of hurting him, but I also know I have to trust him in this moment. I have to trust that he’ll tell me to stop if it’s all too much.
And that’s when I let go. I bury myself back inside as I fall over him, push-pulling our bodies together as I say every single word on my mind right now.
“You were made to be a mold for my cock,” I whisper in his ear.
These are words I’ve never, ever said to anybody else during sex.
I never dared. But somehow I know they’ll turn Noah on as much as they turn me on.
And I trust him to bring out a color and stop me if they don’t.
“Someday I’m going to breed you,” I tell him.
“I’m going to put my seed deep inside you, and the world will know I own you just as much as you own me.
I’ll make sure you feel me inside you all damn day long every single day.
” I press my lips to his as I push harder, faster, back and forth, and he’s just as hard in my hand now as I am inside him.
I pull my lips back and move to whisper in his ear. “I’ll keep you bred, baby. I’ll keep reminding you that you belong to your alpha. Always. Mine.”
“Yes! Yours, Milo! Yours!” He lets out a shout, and that’s when I feel him explode into my palm, into my hand, just as I come inside him, deep and long. And shuddering. Shuddering, shuddering, shuddering.
I fall fully against his body as we finish together, both of us gasping for air.
“Milo,” he whispers. “I don’t…”
He doesn’t need to finish the sentence. He doesn’t have to, because I know I’m saying the same exact words in my head.
I don’t know how to leave you, and I’m worried the world won’t let me stay.