Chapter 16
DANNY
The door is barely closed before Noah backs me against it. I hear my jacket hit the floor but I barely register it falling off my shoulders. His hands are everywhere—my chest, my shoulders, working under my shirt.
His hard body presses into me, his mouth assaulting mine. His ruthless tongue delves deep, coiling with my own. Heat and want flood my insides.
The kiss short-circuits my brain, but it’s not desperate like last time. It’s deliberate. Like he’s made a choice and he’s done fighting against himself.
I kiss him back, losing my hands in his hair, pulling him closer.
My cock jerks as he fists my shirt and pushes me down a hallway. His lips devour my neck as we stumble through an open door. Once we’re inside, he pulls off my shirt. Then he tugs open my pants, shoving them to my ankles before plunging inside to grasp my throbbing dick.
“You’re so hard for me,” Noah says against my ear. He teases my slit, spreading the precum over the swollen head and down the length of my cock. I dig my fingers into his hips, jerking into his hand.
I yank open his pants, shove them to his knees and he kicks them off. My knees shake as I cup his balls, kneading them before I spit in my hand and stroke his cock. He lets out a low moan. I grip him tighter, stroking him faster as his hips buck.
Noah drops my cock, grasps my ass, and presses into me, the friction of our dicks now rubbing together so intense, makes every cell sizzle.
Noah breaks away enough to pull off his jacket and shirt, tossing them next to his pants. Then he falls to his knees in front of me and pulls off my pants where they pool at my ankles.
His mouth draws me in, sucking and licking and tugging. I rock my hips, thrusting myself deeper and deeper into his mouth. He swallows my whole length so that I hit the back of his throat over and over again.
He reaches between my ass cheeks, his fingers circling the tight rim of muscle before one plunges into my heat. I choke out a gasp.
“Fuck, Noah. That feels so good,” I pant. A second finger joins the first, scissoring and pumping deeper inside of me until my knees buckle. The orgasm shoots to the tip of my dick, and with a final thrust into Noah’s mouth, I lose myself completely.
I look down at Noah, who stares up at me with a feral glimmer in his heated gaze like a man possessed, like all of the control he was so desperate to maintain has been lost in those blissful seconds.
My fingers tangle in his hair, fisting it tight as another wave of insatiable need crashes over me.
“Kiss me,” I say, still panting as he straightens up. I push his head toward me, crushing my mouth against his as I grind against his cock.
His hands cup the sides of my face. “I want you to fuck me, Danny. I need to feel you inside me,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Yes,” I rasp, my heart jumping into my throat. “I want you so fucking badly.”
Noah’s lips lift and he reaches into the nightstand drawer. He pulls out condoms and lube and then lowers himself onto the mattress. He strokes his dick slowly as he watches me roll on a condom, then flip open the bottle of lube and coat my fingers.
Straddling him, I slide my hand between us and press my fingers against his hole. Then I plunge my fingers inside of him. He moans as I stretch him, his muscles clenching around me.
His jaw clenches as I thrust my fingers hard inside of him a few more times. “So fucking good,” he mutters.
I pull my fingers out, the head of my cock grazing his tight hole. I thrust forward, slow at first. His ass clenches, squeezing my cock.
Holy fuck. He feels incredible. Hot, tight, and fucking perfect.
“Harder,” he says, digging his fingers into my back. I squeeze a bit more lube into my hand and grab his dick, trying to create some kind of a rhythm as I fuck him. His thighs tighten around me.
His cock throbs against my hand, my fingers slick with precum and lube.
I jerk him, eyes squeezed shut as my hips rock against his, my cock stretching him wide.
White lights blast behind my eyelids. I pump his dick faster until he writhes and cries out.
Cum spurts from the tip, spilling onto his taut stomach.
Tingling in my core morphs into a full-blown electric shock shooting into every limb. And for the second time in a ten-minute span, I lose myself in him.
We lie on his bed, legs and arms entangled, neither wanting to break away.
“We just had sex,” Noah says.
“Yeah.”
“In my house.”
“Yeah.”
“After you followed me home.”
“Yeah.” I trace over the cuts of muscle on his chest. “Do you regret it?”
After a long pause that has my breath hitching, he finally answers. “No. Which is fucking terrifying.”
“Why?”
“Because now I don’t know how to pretend I don’t want this.”
“So don’t.”
He lets out a frustrated sigh. “It’s not that simple.”
“It is. We’ll figure it out.”
“And if Alex finds out? If anyone finds out?” He looks at me. “You know what’s at stake. How the hell can we not crash and burn?”
“I told you. We’ll figure it out. All I know is that I want this. I want you. The rest doesn’t matter.”
He lays an arm over me. “I don’t know how to do this.”
“Do what?”
“Be with someone. Trust someone. Let someone in.”
“Good thing I’m patient.”
“You’re not patient. You followed me home and demanded I let you in.”
“Fair. But I can learn.”
He almost smiles. “This is going to be complicated.”
“Everything worth having is.”
“That’s such a cliché.”
“Doesn’t make it less true.”
We drift off after that. I’m not sure when but I know I’ve never slept more comfortably in my life.
Everything just changed.
And for the first time in weeks, I don’t feel like I’m fighting something I can’t win.
I feel like maybe we both finally stopped running.