Chapter 7 Corey #2
He leaned in slowly, giving me plenty of time to back away. But backing away was the last thing on my mind. His lips met mine, soft and warm.
I responded to him by pressing closer, with my hands gripping his shoulders.
What started as a sweet goodnight kiss quickly became something more.
Noah made a low sound in his throat as I parted my lips, and then his tongue was sliding against mine.
His hands moved to my waist, pulling me flush against him.
I could feel him hard against my hip, and it sent a jolt of heat straight through me.
"Noah." I gasped as he trailed kisses down my neck.
"Want me to stop?" he murmured against my skin.
"God, no."
I fumbled behind me to get the door unlocked and nearly fell backward when it finally opened. Noah steadied me with those strong hands, and we stumbled into my apartment, not breaking contact in a tangle of limbs and heated kisses.
"Bedroom?" Noah’s voice was rougher than I'd ever heard it.
I nodded and dragged him down the short hallway. My bedroom was mostly clean with just a few boxes stacked against the wall.
Noah didn't seem to care as he backed me toward the bed until my knees hit the edge and I sat down.
Standing between my legs, Noah looked down at me with such intensity that I shivered. Then he pulled his sweater over his head, revealing that broad chest I drank from earlier.
I reached out and ran my fingers over the light dusting of hair, tracing a path to his nipples. "May I?"
He nodded, and his breath visibly quickened as I leaned forward to press a kiss to his sternum. I worked my way across his chest, teasing one nipple with my tongue before taking it into my mouth. A drop of milk hit my tongue, and I moaned.
"Fuck, baby…" Noah’s fingers threaded through my hair. "Such a good boy for me."
I suckled gently, not wanting to take too much. I just needed to taste him again. When I pulled back, his eyes were dark with desire.
"Your turn." He tugged at the hem of my henley.
I lifted my arms and let him pull both my flannel and henley off in one smooth motion.
"Look at you." He made an appreciative sound, running his hands over my bare torso. "So beautiful."
No one had ever called me beautiful before. Cute, yes. Hot, sometimes. But never beautiful. The word made something ache deep inside me.
I reached for his belt, needing to feel more of him.
We undressed each other slowly, and each new patch of skin was met with kisses and caresses. When we were both naked, Noah gently pushed me back onto the bed and covered my body with his. The weight of him on top of me was perfect, grounding me when I felt like I might float away.
"I want you." I stared into his eyes as I whispered against his lips. "Please, Noah."
“Who?” He smirked and kissed the corner of my mouth.
“Daddy.” I inhaled deeply. “Please, Daddy.”
"I'm here, baby." His hand slid down my side and over my hip until he was pressing his palm over my hard dick. "Do you have supplies?"
I nodded toward my bedside table. “In there.”
He retrieved an unopened box of condoms and bottle of lube and set them within reach. Then he kissed his way down my body, taking his time as though memorizing every inch of me. By the time he reached my cock, I was trembling with need. "Daddy…"
He inhaled deeply and looked up from between my legs with a wicked smile on his face. "I’m getting there, sweetheart."
But he took mercy on me and wrapped his lips around the head of my cock while his lubed finger circled my entrance.
The dual sensation was almost too much, and I fisted the sheets to anchor myself.
He worked me open carefully with one finger eventually becoming two and then three, all while he used his mouth to drive me wild.
When he felt like I was ready, Daddy positioned himself between my thighs and rolled on a condom. He added more lube and then leaned over me, supporting his weight on his forearms. "Still good?"
"So good." I wrapped my legs around his hips to draw him closer. “I want more.”
“Tell me if it’s too much.” He pushed in slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. The stretch burned in the best way possible, and when he was fully seated inside me, we both let out a shaky breath.
“Yes. It’s good.”
He started to move, setting a gentle rhythm that gradually built in intensity. "You feel amazing, sweetheart." He pressed his forehead to mine. "So perfect for me."
His praise washed over me like warm honey, making me feel cherished and desired all at once. As he hit that perfect spot inside me, I arched up into him and a cry escaped my lips. “Daddy!”
"There you go, baby." He adjusted his angle to hit it with each thrust. "Let me hear you."
The way he said it broke something open inside me, and I moaned. “Right there…”
But Noah's reaction was immediate and unmistakable. His hips stuttered, and a deep groan rumbled from his chest.
"Please, more. Daddy, don't stop."
"Never." He wrapped a hand around my cock and stroked in time with his thrusts. "I've got you, baby boy. Let go for me."
The combination of his cock hitting my prostate and his hand on my shaft pushed me over the edge. I came with a cry, spilling over his fingers and my stomach.
Daddy followed moments later, burying himself deeper inside me as he groaned my name.
Afterward, we lay tangled together to catch our breath.
Noah pressed soft kisses to my temple, my cheeks, the corner of my mouth, every place he could reach.
I felt boneless and perfectly content in his arms.
"Well, that was pretty great," he said with a smile in his voice.
I laughed and tucked my head under his chin. "Definitely."
He traced lazy patterns on my back, just like earlier. It seemed impossible that only a few hours had passed since the moment he arrived on my doorstep. It felt like my whole world had shifted on its axis.
"Christmas is only a few days away," Noah murmured against my hair. "Any plans?"
I shook my head. "Not really. My family's all out of state, and flights were too expensive this year."
"Stay with me." He rubbed his thumb over my jawbone. "Let me make you Christmas dinner."
I propped myself up on one elbow, searching his face to see how serious he was. "Really?"
"Really." He brushed back a strand of hair behind my ear. "I'd like to spend the holiday with you. This one and the next and the next…"
A warmth that had nothing to do with physical pleasure spread through my chest. Christmas was still days away, but lying here with Noah, I already felt like all my wishes had come true.
"I'd love that." I settled back against him and sighed. "It already feels like Christmas morning."
But really, this moment was better than any Christmas gift I could have imagined.
With Noah's arms around me, the promise of a lifetime with him meant everything.