Chapter 46 Noah #2
I groan into him, one hand cupping the back of his neck, the other dropping to his hip, thumbs brushing the waistband of his shorts. His lips are so soft, familiar now, but every time it feels like a hit of something I’m already addicted to.
He tastes like sweetness and breathlessness and the echo of laughter. Like a love worth choosing again and again, even on the hard days.
He tastes like the rest of my life.
His fingers press into my skin, nails scraping lightly. When our hips make contact, he shivers, and I feel how hard he is. I walk us backward slowly until the back of his knees hit the sofa. He lets out a surprised sound and breaks the kiss, looking at me, pupils huge, cheeks rosy.
I bring my hands back to the waistband of his shorts, pushing them and his briefs down. He stands there trembling before kicking them away. I guide him down onto the sofa, following him and straddling his lap.
His hands go straight to my waist, fingers spreading like he’s trying to hold on to as much of me as he can. Lustful eyes rake over me before darting back up to my face.
“Hi, baby,” I say softly, even though we were just kissing like we were trying to crawl inside each other.
He expels a breathless laugh, cheeks flushed, hair a mess from dancing. “Hi, Blue.”
Up close like this, there’s nowhere for him to look but at me, and he does. His gaze is heated, dragging over my face, my mouth, down my body, then back up again like he can’t stop himself. Every pass makes heat curl low in my stomach.
“Gabe,” I murmur, rolling my hips, cocks pressing together. “You’re shaking.”
“I know,” he whispers. His fingers move to my thighs, brushing through the fine hairs. “I want you.”
Every time he says that, it does something dangerous to me. I lean down, brushing my nose against his.
“Tell me what you want.”
He takes a deep breath. “I’m scared about tomorrow.
Terrified to say it all out loud. And right now, all I want is you.
You make everything seem possible.” His eyes lock onto mine with a burning intensity.
“I want you close,” he says earnestly. “I don’t want to think about tomorrow for a while.
I just want to feel… us.” He swallows roughly.
“Remind me we’re real. Show me you’re still mine. ”
The feeling in my chest is overwhelming.
I didn’t know it was possible to feel so much for one person.
I kiss him firmly, tongue seeking entry as I pour everything I feel into it.
When we break apart, I hold his face and press my lips to the scar on his cheek.
“You fucking own me, Gabe. I will always be yours.”
He lets out a shuddering breath as he brings a hand to the back of my neck and drags my mouth back to his. I lick into his mouth until he’s making those whimpering, broken sounds that go straight to my cock.
When my hand starts to drift lower, he catches my wrist.
I freeze immediately. “Too much?”
He shakes his head. Eyes dark, but that mossy ring bright around them. “No,” he says huskily. “Just… I want to do it.”
“Fuck,” I breathe. “Yeah, baby. You can do whatever you want to me.”
He bites his lip, then shifts under me, rolling his hips up so our cocks slide together. The friction punches a groan out of me.
He kisses me again, harder this time. There’s no hesitation in it now. His tongue strokes mine like he’s claiming me, hand sliding down my back, dragging me in until our chests are crushed together and there’s barely any air between us.
Then he shifts his hands lower, one over the curve of my ass, the other wedged between us. His hand closes around both of us as he squeezes my ass with the other, fingers dipping into my crease.
I pant against his mouth. “Fuck, Gabe.”
His eyes light up when he hears the noises I make for him.
He starts to move his hand—slow at first, drawing us along his palm. Precum makes us glide together with each lazy drag that has my hips jerking without permission. I brace one hand on the back of the sofa, the other in his hair.
“Baby,” I rasp. “Feel how hard you make me?”
His eyes flicker, dark and hungry. “Yeah,” he whispers, fingers dipping into my crease again. “Just for me?”
“Only for you,” I say without hesitation.
My words make him bolder, and he tightens his grip as the tip of one finger traces my rim. The dual sensation is unbelievable, and suddenly every pump has sparks shooting up my spine.
His eyes are glued to my face, cataloging every reaction. His thumb drags over the head of my cock, and I buck hard with a deep moan.
“I love the sounds you make, Noah.” His blush deepens as he says it, but he holds eye contact.
His wrist flexes, pace picking up, drawing a low, helpless sound out of me.
“Baby,” I groan. “You’re—fuck, I love when you take control.”
Something in his expression goes molten at that. “You like it?” he asks, eyes searching my face. “Me… leading things?”
“Gabe,” I manage, barely. “I fucking love it. You could tell me to sit still and take it, and I’d say thank you, and probably beg for more.”
He lets out a laugh that dissolves into a soft moan when I roll my hips, meeting the movement of his hand. His finger is still massaging my rim, making me whimper. Fucking whimper. I need this man’s touch like I need air.
The sofa creaks beneath us. The TV is still on, casting shifting colors over his bare chest, his flushed throat. His hand works us confidently now. Every slide is getting slicker, precum leaking from us both. My muscles tremble with the effort of not just letting go immediately.
“Look at me,” he demands suddenly, voice rougher than I’ve ever heard it.
I obey instantly. He takes his hand off my ass and brings his middle finger to his mouth, his cheeks hollow as he sucks it, making my hips twitch harder against his hold. The sight is so fucking erotic I almost combust.
“Gabe.” His name is a plea. He brings that finger back to my hole and starts massaging again. My thighs are burning, my stomach tightening. The anticipation is killing me.
“Baby, please,” I beg shamelessly.
His mouth drops open as he eases his finger into me, and the sound I make is unhinged. My hands find his hair, foreheads connecting as we share the same air.
He speeds up, enough to push me closer without tipping me over immediately. He’s not unaffected—his face is open, needy, his own body arching up into the motion of his hand. Every time I move, he does too, and that finger goes deeper, faster, until I’m lost to it all.
“Come with me,” I grunt, breath coming fast. “Wanna feel you lose it, too, baby. Wanna feel you fall apart while you’ve got me in your hands.”
He whines, teeth sinking into his bottom lip. His pace picks up, determined to get us there. “Noah,” he whispers. “I’m so close.”
His grip tightens, making me see stars. His finger grazes my prostate. “Always make me feel so good,” I groan hoarsely as his pace increases, eyes taking on a glazed look.
I keep talking because I can’t stop myself—I praise him, tell him how gorgeous he is, how proud I am of him, and how I love seeing him taking what he wants. His noises get louder, more desperate, mixing with mine until I can’t tell which of us is falling faster.
When it finally hits, it’s blinding.
My body jerks, a deep, drawn-out groan spilling from my lips. Gabe watches me come all over him, mouth dropped open. He follows me over the edge with a choked cry right against my lips, milking every drop until we’re both shaking. His finger slips from my ass, and he caresses my hip.
I kiss him while our bodies come down from the high, my hands in his hair, soft lips mixed with gentle sighs. All the tension leaves him, and when his eyes meet mine, they’re soft and open. I don’t know how long we watch each other for, but we both have little smiles, mirroring each other.
When I eventually look down and see what a mess I’ve made of him, I can’t stop the devilish smile on my face. “Fuck, you look good covered in us.”
He lets out a tired laugh, the blush that had faded making a swift return. “That mouth of yours,” he says, shaking his head.
I suck on my lip, staring at his cum-streaked skin. It’s too tempting. “This mouth has many great uses,” I tell him.
He tilts his head, brow raised, but before he can ask what I mean, I climb off him and drop between his legs.
His eyes widen. I run my hands up his thighs, spreading his legs a little more.
“Time to clean you up,” I say with a wink as I lean in and lick a wet stripe up his softening cock.
His hips make little aborted thrusts as I continue cleaning him off with my tongue.
“Noah,” he whimpers.
When I’m done, I look up at him, and his eyes are a mix of lust and affection. I lean up, grab his face, and kiss him. He moans into my mouth, tasting the combination of us. When I pull back, it’s only a hair’s breadth. “Taste good together, don’t we, baby?”
He exhales shakily against my lips. “Perfect together.”
Yeah, we are.