Forty-Two Noah #2
Ramin did, even slower this time, patiently caressing each sensitive inch. Noah never realized just how many nerve endings he had. He could feel the rasp of Ramin’s taste buds against his skin, the strength of the slick muscle as it traced his veins.
Noah melted into the couch.
“Yeah, baby, just like that.”
Ramin hummed with pleasure as he worked on Noah.
Warm tongue, soft lips, gentle suction. Wet saliva coating him.
When Ramin had done this back in the train station, Noah had been too distracted with playing his role right, too worried about getting caught, to notice just how messy it was.
How obscenely hot. And then, yesterday morning, Ramin had been hidden beneath the blankets.
But now Noah had a front row seat as Ramin’s spit glistened across his skin, trickled down to his balls and farther below. He could see how Ramin’s cheeks hollowed with the suction. Take in the sloppy, sinful sounds of Ramin’s mouth as it spread his saliva all around.
Noah had a brief moment of worry for the couch, but it was quickly forgotten as Ramin cradled Noah’s head in his mouth. He looked right at Noah, holding his eyes, as he moved his head in a slow circle, letting Noah rub against the pillowy softness of his inner cheeks. Noah gasped at the sensation.
Ramin was playing him like an instrument.
Noah wanted to sing out, but his throat was too tight.
Instead he thrust his hips upward, driving himself deeper into Ramin’s mouth, grunting as he felt the tightness in the back.
Ramin let out one of his little hrk noises.
Things got sloppier, slipperier, hotter as Noah held Ramin’s head down for a long second.
When he let go, Ramin popped off him with a gasp, but before Noah could check in—make sure Ramin was doing okay—Ramin planted his mouth on Noah’s balls.
“Oh, holy…” he murmured as Ramin played with the sensitive skin there, tugged, kissed, licked. He stuck his nose into the crease of Noah’s inner thigh, gave a heady sniff, and Noah felt it like a shot up his whole spine. “That feels so good.”
Ramin worshipped him. Coated every bit of his skin with tongue, with spit, with anticipation, before he came back up to Noah’s leaking, angry erection.
He held it upright. Looked up at Noah with hunger in his eyes.
Noah’s heart hammered in anticipation. He nodded wordlessly.
Slowly, in one long, smooth movement, Ramin took Noah all the way in. He felt the folds of Ramin’s throat seize and then part. Felt Ramin’s exhale from the nose in his bush. Felt the heat and pressure as Ramin deep-throated him.
Noah’s limbs went numb.
Wet. Hot. Tight. Slick.
Euphoria.
Noah’s world contracted to a single point between his legs. Ramin’s throat contracting in waves around him. His tongue slipping out to tickle Noah’s balls.
Those sinful glk-glk-glk sounds as Ramin swallowed around him.
“How are you even doing that?” Noah sighed.
No one had ever done that to him before. He’d always thought it was something people only did in porn.
Ramin hummed, setting Noah’s nerves on fire. He could feel it all around him, buzzing, the sensation hooking behind his navel, the pleasure curling up his spine like smoke rising into the night sky.
He was getting close, but it couldn’t end here. There was so much more he wanted to do.
Noah curled his fingers through Ramin’s hair, not roughly, but enough that Ramin paused.
He tugged, gently, and Ramin pulled off him with a pop that had Noah shuddering.
Noah’s penis shone with its coating of saliva.
So did Ramin’s face, though some of that might’ve been tears.
He wiped himself off with the back of one hand.
The other stayed wrapped around Noah’s erection.
“Everything okay?”
“It’s perfect,” Noah said. “I don’t want to finish. I told you. I’m going to fuck you.”
Ramin whimpered. “Please.”
Noah pulled Ramin up to kiss him. Ramin’s shirt slid against Noah’s exposed skin. “Take this off,” he growled.
He helped Ramin peel it away from his skin, and there he was, the soft curves of his chest, the silvery stretch marks catching the light, the sharp lines of his tattoo. Noah traced them with his fingertips, relishing the goosebumps that sprang up in their wake.
Ramin was radiant.
“Which way is your bedroom?”
“Hallway, to the left.” Ramin’s voice came out hoarse. Had Noah done that to him?
Yeah, he had.
“Second door on the right.”
Noah stood and scooped Ramin up, cradling him. Ramin yelped in surprise.
“You okay?”
“Are you ?”
Noah chuckled. “I’m good.” What was all that CrossFit for, if not to carry the man he loved over the threshold?
“Fuck me,” Ramin muttered.
“That’s the idea.” Noah angled in to seal his mouth over Ramin’s smile. His tongue danced against Ramin’s. He could taste his own sweaty skin, but more than that, he could taste Ramin.
Heaven.
Noah bumped into the first door, but that was just a bathroom. A strangely long and narrow one. Noah kept his mouth on Ramin, sucking on the tender skin right below the angle of his jaw, as they crashed through the second door.
The bed was smaller than the one they’d shared in Genoa, but Noah didn’t care. He’d make love to Ramin on a cot if he had to. As long as Ramin was happy, that’s all that mattered.
Ramin laughed as Noah tossed him onto the bed. His erection was tenting his shorts.
“Take these off, too,” Noah grunted, going for the button, yanking them down, leaving Ramin in a stunning pair of bright green trunks. Ramin’s beautiful erection was trapped beneath a quarter-sized wet spot.
Ramin was leaking for him.
“You are so sexy.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. But you’ll be sexier out of them.” Noah dragged them off, and then there Ramin was. Naked. Glowing. Perfect.
Noah finished unbuttoning his shirt and let it fall to the floor so he was naked, too.
He leaned in for another kiss, laid himself atop Ramin, ground their hips together. His skin flared. His heart pounded. His senses screamed Ramin, Ramin, Ramin!
“Fuck me,” Ramin pleaded.
“How do you want me to get you ready?” Noah breathed.
“You don’t… I can do it.”
Noah paused his grinding and pushed up so he could actually see Ramin’s face.
“What?”
“It’s all still new for you, you don’t have to…”
“Baby.” Noah’s chest clenched. “You take care of me. I take care of you. That’s how it works.”
“I know, but eating ass…”
“I want to.” Noah held Ramin’s eyes. “I want to make you feel good the way you made me feel good.”
Ramin bit his swollen lips, but he nodded.
Noah grinned and dove in.
Not for Ramin’s hole, not yet. First he licked along Ramin’s jaw, down into his collarbone. He kissed Ramin’s chest, tracing the wings of his tattoo. He found his way to Ramin’s left nipple and gave it a hard suck. Ramin didn’t respond, though, other than a grunt.
Interesting. Noah’s own nipples were pretty sensitive.
He’d have to experiment more.
But not now, not when his erection was aching and leaking onto the covers.
“Crap!” He leaned up. “Towel!”
Ramin furrowed his brow. “Huh?”
“Uh. Sex towel?”
Understanding dawned on Ramin’s face. He chuckled. “Bathroom.”
Noah moved faster than he’d ever moved in his life. He grabbed the first towel he could find, snagged his backpack for condoms and lube while he was at it. He laid the towel down and helped Ramin settle onto it.
“Now. Where was I?”
He sucked on Ramin’s other nipple—more for completion’s sake than anything, because that didn’t seem to do anything for Ramin, either—then followed a path down Ramin’s stomach to his happy trail.
He traced Ramin’s erection, planted kisses in the valleys of his thighs, nuzzled his balls.
Ramin’s breath hitched at every touch of Noah’s tongue, every soft kiss and languid lick.
Noah felt Ramin leaking against his cheek, leaned up to suck off the dew as he stared into Ramin’s face.
He loved the way Ramin’s eyelids fluttered. The way his face opened up.
“Please,” Ramin pleaded, and Noah’s core clenched at the sound.
So he moved lower, kissing Ramin’s dimpled hips before hiking them upward to get at Ramin’s hole.
Noah’s breath hitched as he took in the slick ring of muscle awaiting him. It fluttered with Ramin’s breath, nestled in coarse black hair, then winked as Ramin tensed. It smelled clean and sweaty and earthy and so utterly Ramin.
Noah forgot how to speak.
“Is it okay?” Ramin asked softly, nervously.
It was beautiful.
It was perfect.
Noah didn’t have the words to answer. Instead, he dove in and planted his mouth on Ramin’s tender flesh.
Ramin drew a sharp breath and then let it out in a low moan. Noah hummed in delight. He remembered the way it had felt when Ramin rimmed him. The teasing passes of the tongue, the jolts of pleasure from a particularly sensitive spot, the heat, the rasp of stubble against secret skin.
He’d always liked eating Angela out, back when they were together, and was pleased that his skills translated here, though things were different, too.
Ramin didn’t turn wetter as Noah worked, but Noah could still feel him relaxing, unclenching, blossoming.
His opening pulsed and twitched with Noah’s every move. His legs quivered in Noah’s hands.
“Noah,” he sighed.
Noah smiled, rolled his tongue to plunge it in, and Ramin cried out, struggling against Noah’s grip, but Noah held him firm. He only relented when Ramin whimpered.
Noah trailed kisses up Ramin’s thighs and stole a glance at Ramin’s face.
His eyes were rolled back. His cheeks glowed red. His nostrils flared. His mouth was slack. His pink chest rose and fell.
Noah just grinned in satisfaction before going back down, drinking in Ramin’s guttural groans, his fevered cries, his ecstatic yelps.
“I’m ready,” Ramin gasped.
Noah paused. “Hm?”
“Fuck me.”
Noah lowered Ramin’s hips and placed his thumb at Ramin’s warm entrance. “What about fingers?”
He really wanted to feel Ramin wrapped around his fingers.