Chapter 13
NOEL
I laced my fingers through Hopper’s thicker, rougher ones and pulled him toward the stairs. He came easily, letting me take the lead, just as he had when I kissed him.
My pulse rushed in my ears, my whole body flushed hot at the thought of what we were about to do. I’d reacted impulsively when he admitted he wanted me—but damn, I’d had nothing but time to think about him tonight.
About what he might be doing and who he might be doing it with. Jealousy had eaten me up. Maybe I was only here for a short time, and maybe I couldn’t really have Hopper forever, but I wanted him too much to pretend otherwise.
I bypassed my room and went to Hopper’s, further down the hall from my parents’ bedroom. He made a surprised noise but otherwise didn’t argue as I pulled him inside and shut the door.
“How do you want me?” Hopper asked in a husky voice.
“Naked and begging,” I said instantly.
His nostrils flared. “Perfect answer.”
I pushed him toward the bed, backing him up until the mattress hit the back of his legs and he dropped to sit on the edge. I climbed into his lap, placing a knee on each side of him, and grabbed a handful of his hair.
I jerked his head back and bypassed his parted lips to suck a hard kiss to his throat. He rumbled a groan.
“Like that?” I purred against his skin.
“Yes.” He grabbed my hips, pulling me tighter against his hard cock and grinding into me. “Fuck.”
I shoved his shoulder. “Lie back. I’m going to strip you down and blow your mind.”
He dropped back onto the bed with eager compliance. Oh yeah, this was a guy who loved being told what to do. My favorite kind of sex partner. I pushed up his shirt, kissing from belly button to pecs. I detoured to pluck at his left nipple with my teeth, drinking in his sounds of pleasure.
“Noel,” he rasped. “Please…”
I cupped him through his jeans, feeling out the shape of his dick. Hopper was nice and big everywhere.
“I’m going to enjoy deep-throating you while I finger your ass,” I murmured. “You ready for that? My dick inside you? Or should we stick to one of your toys?”
“Jesus, fuck, you’re going to make me come with talk like that.”
“Focus, Hop. Do you want me inside you or not?”
“God, yes. Please. Please fuck me. It’s been so long…”
I peeled his shirt over his head, Hopper helping to pull his arms out and toss it aside. The man had a broad, furry chest that deserved more attention, but he squirmed, grumbling about his aching dick, so I took pity and opened his jeans.
Together, we got him stripped naked, and I dove between his legs, pushing his thick thighs apart to kiss and lick his dick.
His hips bucked, his cock bumping against my lips. I took him in, relaxing my throat so he could go as deep as he wanted. I gave him a few thrusts to ease the worst of his urgency, and then I pinched his thigh, making him yelp.
I drew off his cock with a wet pop. “I’m in charge now. Be still.”
His breath shuddered out of him. “Anything, just… God, I need it.”
“I know,” I said. “I’m going to give you everything you want. You trust me to do that?”
“Yeah.”
“Then be good and let me take care of you.”
He widened his thighs, as if he knew what was coming next. He wasn’t wrong. I slipped two fingers into my mouth, getting them slick with spit, then rubbed them between his ass cheeks.
His breathing went ragged as I woke nerves, gently teasing his rim and feeling the flutter of his hole clenching and unclenching with desire.
“Lube?” I asked.
Hopper pointed toward the bedside table. I moved up to yank open a drawer and pull out a tube of lube. He grabbed me by the waist and yanked me down into a deeper, wet kiss.
When I broke for air, I narrowed my eyes at him. “Thought I was in charge here?”
“Sorry.” He grinned. “Couldn’t resist.”
“Well, we can keep kissing, or—”
He shoved me south. “Get inside me already.”
“Ah, a bossy bottom. And here I thought you were going to be sweet and well-behaved.”
“Can’t I be both?” he asked, eyes heavy-lidded as he watched me slink down to the foot of the bed. “Maybe you need a challenge.”
I chuckled, thinking that Hopper had done nothing but challenge me since I arrived. But I kind of liked that. If he was too easy, it would take the thrill out of taming him.
I poured lube over my fingers, then slipped them back to his hole—this time, pushing roughly inside him. He cursed, eyes falling shut, and rolled up his hips, clearly eager for more.
I added a little more lube and worked in a third. “How’s that?”
“Good,” he said, voice sounding drugged. “Only thing better would be your dick.”
“All in good time.”
I spread my fingers, stretching him out a bit, before reaching for the condom in my wallet. I was on PreP, and I doubted Hopper would give me anything, but I’d wear it to be safe.
I slowly extracted my fingers, drawing a moan of complaint from him, then popped open my jeans and drew out my cock. It wasn’t as large as his, but it’d do the job just fine. I’d never had any complaints.
“Are you going to keep all those clothes on?” Hopper asked, sounding disgruntled.
I smirked down at him as I rolled on the condom. “What? It’s not hot being turned out by a guy who can’t even bother to take off his pants?”
He bit his lower lip, cock oozing precum. Oh yeah, he found it hot.
“You’ll just have to take what you can get,” I teased.
I lined my cock up with his softened hole, and when I pushed forward, Hopper’s body was ready. I slid in as if we’d been doing this for years.
Hopper groaned deep in his chest as I bottomed out inside him. “Damn, Noel.”
“Feel good?”
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “I just, I need—” He reached for me, and I let him draw me forward into a kiss. His eyes fixed on mine. “You’re amazing. You know that?”
My heart tripped. I wasn’t used to my sexual hookups including those kinds of compliments. Wasn’t used to the emotional connection I could feel crackling between us.
This was Hopper.
A dozen memories flitted through my head. His big smiles in high school, when he was still the oblivious straight jock. His friendly overtures when I was at my lowest. His grumbling when I challenged him, and his sincerity when he praised my food.
The way he looked at me, like I was the most important person in the room. Like I was the only person who mattered.
“You’re pretty great, too,” I murmured. “Was crazy jealous thinking of you doing this with someone else tonight.”
“Never,” he said. “Only want you.”
“Good.” I drew back slowly, then plunged deep, making him cry out. “You’re gonna take it so good for me.”
“Yes.” He panted as I started fucking him in earnest, working my hips until they ached, thrusting fast and hard, riding the thrumming tension building and building until—
“Fuck!” Hopper cried, grabbing his dick and jerking it roughly. It erupted between us, spilling over his belly, as his ass tightened around my shaft.
I tipped into bliss, clenching my eyes and gasping as my cock unloaded inside the condom. I breathed raggedly into his shoulder as I rode out the orgasm.
When my heart had slowed to a manageable pace, I pulled out of him and discarded the condom in a nearby trash can.
“Damn,” he rumbled, “I needed that.”
“Me too.” I dropped back on the bed next to him with a happy sigh. “Better than that box of toys, right?”
He rolled his head toward me, grinning. “I don’t know. I’ve got a lot of toys. Think you can outdo them all?”
“Oh, just give me a chance,” I said. “With a little recovery time, I’ll show you just how much better I can do.”
“Hmm. My toys don’t need recovery time.”
I jabbed him in the ribs, and he laughed. “Ow, what the—” I continued, digging my fingers into his side, watching him twitch and writhe. “Okay! You’re better than any toy. There. I said it. Stop tickling me!”
I lifted my hands. “That’s bett—ah!”
Hopper grabbed me and tossed me onto my back, then pinned me down and kissed me until I was breathless. He was bigger than me, stronger. I couldn’t dislodge him, so I didn’t bother trying.
I liked to top in bed, but that was mainly because I loved the idea of all that strength submitting to my desires. So, Hopper showing me just how much strength he had, and that he’d given it all over to my pleasure, was heady stuff.
“What are we doing?” he asked suddenly, eyes seeing me out. “Is this just some fun or…”
Damn. I’d hoped we wouldn’t have this talk yet. I didn’t want to burst the bubble. “I don’t know how long I’ll be here.”
“Yeah, that’s what I figured,” he said. “So are we one and done, then, or—”
“Hell no.” I surged up and kissed him. “We’re on until I’m off to Chicago. I want a lot more of you, if you’re up for that.”
He broke into a relieved smile. “Yeah, I think I am. You always going to be so bossy in bed?”
“Pretty much always.”
He moved his thighs to either side of my hips, rubbing against my sated cock. “And what will you do if I want to strip you naked and suck your dick until you’re hard and desperate again?”
I groaned as I wiggled beneath him. “I’d say you’ve earned it.”
He grinned as he grabbed my sweater and yanked it up and over my head. “Good answer.”