Chapter 35 Gabe
GABE
I’ve just finished washing the dishes when a muffled groan comes from Noah’s room.
Curious and a little concerned, I pad down the hallway to check on him.
“Blue?” I call out. “You okay?”
There’s another groan, followed by a breathless laugh. “Barely.”
I step closer, nudge the door open and find him sprawled across the bed on his stomach, damp hair sticking to his forehead, a towel slung around his hips. His skin is flushed from the shower. Little droplets of water dot his strong back. He looks gorgeous. I swallow roughly.
“What happened?”
He rubs a hand over his face, laughing again. “I had to test out the new class formats. High-intensity interval trials. For two whole hours. I can’t feel my legs.”
I can’t help but grin, his happiness is infectious. “That bad?”
He groans dramatically, but he’s still smiling. “I may never walk again. Gabe, it’s going to be so much worse tomorrow. You’ll have to carry me everywhere.”
I take in his pouting face. He’s so playful. I love that about him—how even when he’s hurting, he’s smiling at me. I still can’t believe this man wants me.
“You’re cute,” I tell him, heat rushing to my face.
He looks absolutely delighted. “Oh yeah?”
“Yes. Very.” I lean against the doorframe, cheeks on fire as I speak. “Do you want me to help? I could… massage them. Your legs, I mean. If it helps.”
Noah lifts onto his elbows to look at me properly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You offering to take care of me, baby?”
“Um… yes,” I mumble, flushing at the term of endearment. No matter how many times he says it, it makes me feel so warm.
He shifts on the bed, the towel loosening slightly as he stretches out on his stomach. “Have at me.”
I climb onto the bed, straddling the back of his legs below his calves, and push the towel up to expose more of his thighs. They’re so thick and powerful. My mouth waters looking at the strength of him.
I start slow with broad strokes, thumbs gliding up along his hamstrings. He sighs deeply, his head turning to one side to watch me.
“Fuck, that’s good,” he mutters, a small groan leaving his lips as his eyes flutter. “Those hands are talented.”
That tiny bit of praise sends a thrill through me. I focus on his calves, then back up, his muscles are tight but loosen under my palms. His legs are so strong, built from years of training, but they tremble under my touch.
His breathing deepens. And when I push the towel a little higher to reach the backs of his thighs, the tension shifts into something else.
“Gabe,” he says in a husky voice.
I pause. “Is this still okay?”
He looks over his shoulder, eyes dark and heavy-lidded. “Yeah. It’s more than okay.”
I go back to massaging the very tops of his thighs, just below his ass—the small crease beneath each sculpted globe peeking under the towel.
I brush my thumbs along them, and he shivers on the bed, letting out a controlled exhale.
The towel rides a little higher as he shifts, reaching a hand down to adjust himself with a strained chuckle.
My mouth drops opens as my breathing becomes heavier.
Light blond hairs trail down his crease.
My eyes follow the seam toward his heavy balls.
His cock is at full mast, pointing downward, wedged between him and the bed.
I’ve never touched anyone’s ass before. I didn’t know if that would be for me, but suddenly it’s all I can think about.
I want to run my finger down his crease, over his rim.
I want to put my mouth there, taste him.
The need running through me is so carnal, my cock throbs, already hard at the sight, leaking in my briefs.
My hands have a mind of their own, slowly moving up until I’m holding each cheek tentatively.
“Can I—” I hesitate, blood rushing in my ears. “Can I touch you?” My thumb brushes gently over his crease. “Here.”
He nods rapidly. “Please. Fuck yeah, baby.”
All the air leaves my lungs as my hands trail higher over the upper curve of his ass, thumbs grazing his crease more firmly now.
I lean down and kiss one cheek, just above where it meets his thigh. I run my tongue along the underside of the curve as he shudders beneath my hands. I press another kiss closer to his crease, and he lets out a trembling moan.
I mouth gently along the line of muscle, tasting soap and skin, growing bolder as I reach for the towel and nudge it fully aside, exposing every part of him.
I look down and see his cock leaking onto the towel trapped beneath him, a damp patch forming.
I use my thumbs to gently spread his cheeks, exposing his rim, and the sound that leaves me isn’t human.
I palm him more roughly, pulling him farther apart, and he hisses through his teeth.
“Holy fuck, Gabe. I could come from just your eyes on me.”
It’s a head rush that he’s so turned on by me being in this position. It makes me want even more, makes me ravenous to make him feel good.
I kiss a path along his crease, skirting around his rim—never quite touching, just teasing, feeling the tension coil in him.
His hole looks so tight. Could I get my tongue in there?
My finger? My cock? The thoughts ricochet through me, shocking and thrilling.
I wasn’t sure if I wanted anything like that, but in this moment, I’m certain—I want every part of Noah that he’ll give me.
I blow lightly on his rim, and it twitches under the attention, ripping a gravelly sound from him. Noah’s hips are twitching into the mattress now, the pool of precum growing. He’s vibrating with the same need I can feel thrumming through me.
When I finally let my tongue slide up his crease, he jolts on the bed.
He groans a drawn-out, “Fuck.”
The sound of his voice, already so wrecked, makes something fierce and possessive rise inside me.
I place my mouth over his hole, massaging the outer rim with my lips while my tongue traces his entrance.
I have no idea what I’m doing, I’m just going on instinct.
What I do know is nobody could tear me away from him right now.
I swirl my tongue over the tight ring of muscle, and Noah’s cry booms through the apartment.
It encourages me to give him more. He tastes like he does everywhere else, like cedarwood with a faint trace of citrus, but it’s deeper here.
I run my tongue from his taint to the top of his crease, and the deep sound that comes from him is close to a sob.
“That fucking mouth. So good. Please don’t stop.”
My eyes roll back, and I feel lightheaded as the praise washes over me. The trust and control he’s giving me to do this is overwhelming.
I bring my mouth back to his hole and lap at it. He cants his hips slightly, giving me better access. My spit is running down his taint and over his balls. I run one thumb through it and massage the sensitive patch of skin there. He gasps as his back arches. He’s so perfect.
His hole feels softer against my mouth now. I give one last suck before stiffening my tongue and pressing it forward. He moans, one hand gripping the pillow above his head, the other reaching back and sinking into my hair, tugging lightly to encourage my tongue deeper.
“Fuck, yes, just like that.”
I press in a little harder, then bring my hand that was massaging his taint to his cock. I grip him tightly and stroke, while I push my tongue in and out of his hole.
He spreads his legs even more, giving me access to all of him.
“Fuck, oh fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
The curses rush out of him, and if I weren’t so consumed by him, I might laugh at his outburst.
He’s shaking beneath me. I moan into him, the taste and feel of him intoxicating, loving how he clenches around my tongue. His thighs tremble, his hand never leaving my hair.
“Your finger, baby. Please give it to me.”
I feel delirious. I’m floating. My blood is sizzling through my veins, I can feel my cheeks flaming—but it’s not embarrassment, it’s pure lust.
When I pull back, I suck one finger into my mouth, wetting it.
I massage my it over his rim before pressing in gently to the first knuckle.
Noah pushes back on it, then hisses halfway to the second knuckle.
I stop moving my finger, worried I’ve hurt him, but keep stroking his cock to distract from any discomfort.
His hole relaxes around my finger. I let him control the movements as he shifts slightly forward until just the tip is inside.
I should have grabbed lube. The thought of hurting him is pulling me out of the haze.
I look around, but I don’t know where Noah keeps it.
“Noah, do you have lube? I don’t want to hurt you.” My voice sounds absolutely destroyed, and when Noah looks at me over his shoulder, blue eyes almost black with hunger, he looks like I sound.
He swallows audibly and nods to his bedside table.
I take my hand off his cock to reach in and grab it.
His hand slides from my hair as I move. My hands are shaking so badly I struggle to get it open, but when I finally do, the sound of the cap echoes through the room.
The nerves climb now that the moment has slowed, but once my eyes settle on Noah’s and see that little smirk on his face, my confidence returns.
He settles up onto his knees, fully exposed to me as he watches over his shoulder, licking his lips while I rub the lube between my fingers, warming it.
“Hey, baby,” he croons with a grin that makes my nerves dissipate further.
“Hi, Blue,” I say through a laugh.
He bites his lip, looking so sexy right now, it makes the ache in my cock grow. But it’s what he says next that sets me on fire: “Give me two.”
I groan loudly. I anchor one hand on his hip as I lean in and lick a wet stripe up his spine.
When I reach the top, I get a good look at his compass tattoo; it’s the first time I’ve seen it fully.
I’ve seen glimpses here and there, but never the full piece.
Never this close. It’s similar to the one from the book, beautifully done, and it makes all the affection I feel for him bloom just looking at it.
I kiss the N on the compass and breathe into his skin. “My Noah.”
A rumbling sigh of approval leaves him as his chest hits the bed again and his eyes flutter.
He pushes his hips back, his bare ass rubbing the fabric straining against my stiff cock.
I’m only now realizing he’s completely naked while I’m fully clothed.
I don’t know why that turns me on even more, but it does.
I pour lube into my other hand to slick his cock and bring my finger back to his hole, swirling it around his entrance to make sure it’s covered in lube before pressing forward.
My intention is to go easy and work up to two fingers, but Noah slams his hips back onto my finger with a filthy “fuck yes, baby,” and I have to squeeze my eyes closed to stop from coming right there in my pants.
He’s so hot and tight around my finger. With my eyes closed, my imagination runs wild, conjuring up images of me sliding my cock into Noah’s ass.
My eyes spring open as I work to get myself under control.
Noah is fucking himself on my finger, his cock sliding through my lubed hand as he babbles praise: So fucking good.
Nobody’s ever made me feel like this. You’re so perfect, baby.
Every word settles deep in my soul, filling cracks I thought were full breaks.
“Another,” he practically growls. I’m shocked to find I don’t mind that tone with him.
Usually, he speaks softly to me, but right now, he’s lost to pleasure.
Pleasure I’m giving him. I bite my lip hard, moaning as I slip my finger from his ass, only to return with two.
I work them in slowly, but there’s no resistance.
Noah’s relaxed and soft for me. My chest fills knowing he feels safe with me.
I want that more than anything, considering how safe he makes me feel.
I start curling my fingers as I go, pressing down toward the front of his body. When I find that spot, he chokes on a gasp—his whole body jolting.
“Right there,” he howls. “Fuck, do that again.”
I do. Again. And again.
He’s panting as I stroke his cock faster while working his prostate. I finger him deeper, until he’s writhing, completely undone beneath me.
“I’m gonna—fuck, Gabe, I’m gonna—”
He comes with a hoarse cry, his whole body arching, thighs tensing. I don’t stop until I feel the last pulse of him.
When I finally pull back, I stare at him, my heart pounding.
Noah looks ruined. Stunned. Beautiful.
“Holy fucking shit,” he breathes, eyes wide.
I smile, cheeks flushed. “You okay?”
He laughs—joyful and wild. “Am I okay? I’m fucking amazing.”
I lean down and kiss the back of his neck.
“Does that mean you liked it?” I ask tentatively. He obviously enjoyed it enough to come, but I feel self-conscious about the fact I’ve never done anything like that before. I really want it to have been good for him.
He flops onto his back, limbs going every which way. He shuffles awkwardly until his head is angled over the side of the bed. His hair is damp on his forehead, and he looks so damn happy.
“Yeah, baby. I fucking loved it. That was the best sex of my life.”
I flush, absurdly pleased by that. I’m still kneeling on the bed in my clothes while he’s lying naked. He trails his fingers up my thigh and grazes my cock through the fabric. I let my eyes close as my head tips back, enjoying the sensation.
Noah’s deep voice vibrates through me. “Now, be a good boy and fuck my throat.”
My eyes fly open at that.