Chapter 24 NOAH #2
He pulls back just far enough that our foreheads almost touch, breath still mingling in the thin space between us. His cheeks are pink, hips still moving against me.
“I want you,” he admits, voice raw, like he can’t keep the words in any longer.
My whole body goes still, hearing words I’ve always dreamed of. “Say that again,” I tell him, voice almost begging.
His throat works as he swallows. “I want this,” he repeats more firmly. “I really… I really want you.”
My chest feels too tight. I cup the back of his neck, thumb against his pulse. This is trust. This is him choosing me.
That does me in. I pull back enough to look at him properly. His lips are swollen, eyes dark, hair a mess from my hands in it. He’s beautiful. Desperate. Confident in a way I’ve been dying to see.
“Then take me,” I rasp, voice rough. “I’m yours.”
His eyes light up as he mouths the word mine.
The sound that tears out of me is primal.
No one’s ever claimed me. It’s just one word, but with that look in his eyes, I know he wants me as much as I want him.
It slams through me, stealing my breath, making me harder than I thought possible.
The heat between us is almost unbearable.
Sweat dampening our skin, his cock presses against mine again, and I could sob with how good it feels.
Dark, intense eyes lock on mine. “Noah,” he whispers, voice needy. Sounding so like the night I heard him in his room. “Touch me. Please.”
Fucking hell. This shy, quiet man is asking for my hands on him—my cock twitches so hard I almost embarrass myself.
“You sure?” I manage.
He nods fast. “I need you.”
Need. That word. That word fucking destroys me.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of his pants and tug them down enough to get my hand inside. He freezes for a heartbeat, then relaxes into my touch with a drawn-out sigh.
My hand slides into his briefs, and my mouth falls open when I fist him.
“Jesus Christ, Gabe.” My voice cracks with shock and hunger. “You’re fucking huge.”
I’m not small by any means, but Gabe is something else entirely.
He’s long, but it’s the thickness that shocks me most. He tries to tuck his face into my neck, but I won’t let him hide.
I grip his jaw gently, forcing his eyes on me.
“Don’t you dare blush about it. You’ve been keeping this from me? Hiding this big, fat cock?”
The color on his cheeks only deepens, but his pupils blow wide when I stroke him slowly, my grip firm. He makes a broken noise in his throat.
“You’re perfect,” I tell him, hoarse but reverent. “So fucking sexy. I could lose my mind over this cock.”
He whimpers, lashes fluttering. “Noah—”
“Yeah, that’s it,” I groan, thumbing the thick head, already wet and slick. I run my thumb down the sensitive underside, feeling the throbbing vein there, and his mouth drops open. “Say my name like that again.”
“Noah.” It’s almost a cry this time, his hips pumping helplessly into my grip.
“Fuck, baby, don’t hold back.” I kiss him filthy, stroking him slowly. “I wanna hear everything. Every noise. You understand?”
Baby. I’ve never called anyone that before, but it feels right. Like it belongs to him.
I see how much he likes it, too. His shoulders drop, and his mouth goes slack.
He answers by sliding his hand into my sweats and wrapping around me.
A rough sound rips out of me, and my forehead hits his shoulder.
I tap his hip so he can lift up, and I pull his briefs down farther, as he tugs my sweats down, then we’re bare against each other.
The first slide of cock on cock makes us both moan, loud and raw.
The hot velvety feel of him is unbelievable.
He’s leaking so much precum, it’s driving me out of my mind.
We find a rhythm, touching and grinding, slick sounds mixing with our ragged breaths.
“T-Take… take this off,” he rasps nervously, tugging at my hoodie.
His fingers fumble at the hem. I get it over my head in one pull, taking my tank with it, the cool air hitting my heated skin. His eyes drag down my chest, they pause when he sees us lined up together and he licks his lips, my cock jerks in response.
I grab the hem of his shirt, looking him in the eyes until he nods, then I drag it up. I need his skin on mine.
I nearly lose it, the sight of him—bare skin, flushed and so fucking gorgeous—has me swearing under my breath.
When we’re chest-to-chest, cocks dragging between us, I can’t stop moving, can’t keep my mouth shut.
“Look at you,” I groan, kissing him hard because I can’t not.
“Moaning for me, grinding on me. Tell me you’re mine, Gabe. ”
There’s an edge of desperation to my voice, but I’m too far gone to care. I know I’m his, I have been for a long time, but I need to know he’s mine. His eyes turn glassy, his cock twitching against mine. Fuck, he likes being wanted like that. Wanted by me.
“Yes, Noah. I’m yours. And you’re mine.” His voice cracks on my name, and the sound fires me up.
“That’s it,” I growl, and then I slide my hand down, wrapping around both of us.
My fist closes and forces us together as I stroke.
The shock of it rocks him, his mouth falling open.
I roll my wrist on the upstroke and drag my thumb across the thick heads, smearing precum over our lengths until it’s everywhere—under my palm, across our bellies, against my knuckles.
Every pass makes a wet, obscene sound that has me grinding up, meeting my hand at the bottom of each stroke.
His thighs keep flexing around my hips, and the way he chases the friction—hips rolling greedily—makes me want to say every filthy, tender thing in my head.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I rasp, eyes fixed on where we’re joined, my fist working us.
“You feel so good,” he whispers, breath hot in my ear. Every word is like a secret, the honesty and vulnerability in his voice seeping into me. His hips roll against mine, our cocks sliding together now in the tunnel of my fist.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, clutching at his hip to keep him as close as possible. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
He moans loudly, and I can’t get enough. His cock is heavy against mine, so much thicker, I’m obsessed. I grind against him wildly.
“You’re so fucking big,” I growl in his ear. “Bet you’ve never even realized how fucking hot that makes you.”
He gasps, shaking his head, but the way his cock throbs against mine betrays how much he loves my words.
“You like that?” I nibble his shoulder gently. “Like me losing my mind over the size of your big cock?”
“Yes,” he hisses.
“Good,” I rasp, rutting harder. “Because I’m not letting you hide it from me again.”
Nothing in my life has ever felt like this—like we're in total harmony, skin on skin, it’s hot and messy and filthy and perfect. But it’s more than that, it feels right. Like we were made to be this close.
He moans, open and shameless now, and it makes my cock spasm. “Noah—oh god.”
“Fuck, baby. Say my name. Louder.” I nip at his jaw, kissing down his throat. “I wanna hear every fucking noise you’ve got for me.”
He gasps my name again, louder, and then he whispers onto my damp lips, “Feels so good, Blue.”
I swear I could come from that alone. The way his voice sounds, raw and desperate, makes my chest ache with how badly I want to give him everything.
“Yeah, baby? You like me grinding against this sexy cock of yours? Rubbing it all over mine?” My words are filthy, but my touch remains careful.
“Yes,” he moans, and his hips start moving more on their own, fucking into my hand with an eagerness that makes my head spin.
I clutch his hip with my free hand, pushing him harder against me, making the friction relentless. “You’re so fucking sexy. I can feel how thick you are, how hard you are for me. You’re perfect, Gabe. Perfect.”
He whimpers, but it’s not shy—it’s needy. His hands clutch my shoulders, nails digging in, and he buries his face against my neck even as soft, desperate pants keep tumbling from him. Every shaky exhale vibrates against my skin.
When he lifts his face to look at me, I can’t stop kissing him. His mouth, his jaw, the scar on his face. I kiss it all while I rut against him in my fist.
“Yes—Noah, yes.”
His cock jerks against mine, and I know he’s close. I tighten my fist, driving our cocks together with every thrust.
“Don’t hold back,” I beg, hips snapping up hard. “I’m dying to see you, Gabe. I wanna watch you come, wanna see how fucking beautiful you look when you fall apart for me.”
“Noah—I’m gonna—I can’t stop—” He whines.
“Don’t stop,” I plead, driving us harder, faster. We’re both trembling. “Come with me, baby. Right now.”
His orgasm hits like a wave I feel under my palm—the stutter, the full-body seize—then he’s crying out, spilling across my fist and stomach in thick, hot pulses that coat my hand and streak both our cocks. I work him through it as he falls apart, using his cum to pump us both.
“Fucking hell,” I groan, rutting into the mess he made, slicking myself with his cum and stroking harder, making it dirtier, until it rips out of me, too.
My hips jerk, and my forehead drops to the crook of his neck with a guttural sound I can’t swallow as I spill over his stomach, over my own knuckles, over the base of our cocks.
It’s everywhere—heat and salt and the smell of sex heavy between us.
I slump back into the sofa and haul him with me. He sags against me, forehead to my temple, both of us breathing hard. My free hand stays at the back of his neck until the world stops spinning.
“Fuck,” I murmur against his hair, kissing his sweaty temple. My throat works around words that don’t feel big enough, my mind scrambling for something—anything—that could touch what I’m feeling. “You’re… I don’t even know—” I let out a shaky laugh. “You’re unreal.”
For a second, he just breathes, like he’s catching up to what we just did.
His head dips, forehead pressed to my collarbone, and I let him stay there, rubbing circles over his spine until the tension in his shoulders melts away.
I can’t stop looking down at him—at the flush in his ears, the little tremor running through his thighs.
He tucks his face further into my neck, trying to hide his smile, but I feel it—the curve against my skin. I smooth a hand down his side, tracing the dip of his waist, then tip his chin up so he meets my gaze. He looks shy and proud all at once.
“All good?” I ask quietly.
He huffs a laugh, breath shaky. It’s my favorite sound.
“Yes,” he whispers. “Again?”
I laugh at him throwing those words at me again, pleased and dizzy with it. I kiss his forehead. “Give me five minutes,” I say, grinning, “and maybe a few Oreos.”
We both crack, laughter breaking the tension as I pull him tighter against me. His eyes shine, still hazy but lighter, and when I kiss him again, soft and lingering, it isn’t just heat.
It’s everything.