Chapter 51 GABE
GABE
Relief and heat flicker in my stomach as Noah laces our fingers together, whispering, “Come with me.”
My knees go a little weak. I love his voice when it goes low like that. I nod, letting him lead me down the hall. The anticipation is building under my skin, all fluttery and needy, and threaded with something fragile. Nerves. Hope. Trust.
The bedroom light is golden, early evening light turning everything soft. He turns toward me, backlit by the window, his eyes looking impossibly dark. When he steps close, my breath catches.
His mouth touches mine, gentle and coaxing, and my whole body eases under it. Every kiss works tension from my shoulders, my back, my chest. He takes his time. He always does. And every second of it feels like he’s telling me I’m safe. Wanted. Loved.
His fingers skim my clothes, undressing me slowly. He drags his mouth over each piece of bare skin he reveals. My body reacts on instinct—hips tipping toward him, breath turning shallow, heat building.
When he guides me to the bed, he murmurs onto my lips, “How do you want to lie?”
My brows furrow, and he tilts his head with a kind smile. “Stomach or back?”
A choice. My choice.
“Oh, um… back?” I reply before adding. “I want to see your face.”
He beams at me before pecking my lips. “I want to see your face, too.”
I lie down as a wave of vulnerability moves through me so strong it almost knocks the air out of my lungs. I grip the sheets for a second, grounding myself. This is different. This is new. This is something I asked for.
He climbs onto the bed, kneeling between my spread thighs. He grabs a pillow. “Lift your hips for me, baby.”
I do, and he places it beneath me so my ass is elevated. It makes me blush, being this exposed. His fingers glide down my stomach, careful caresses, like he’s enjoying the simple pleasure of his hands on me. There’s no grab, no push, no hint of demand. Just Noah.
“You just relax for me,” he murmurs, kissing my sternum with heated lips. “All I want in life is to make you feel good.”
My eyes slip shut for a second as I breathe hard, the mix of nerves and desire so close to the surface it makes me shiver. His voice… his voice does something to me. That promise. That certainty.
He kisses down my chest and stomach one slow inch at a time. Each touch pulls a soft whimper from me. His teeth graze lightly, teasing, followed by the warm, soothing stroke of his tongue. My back arches, my thighs clenching around his legs. It all feels… so tender. So good.
When he reaches my cock, he places gentle kisses down the length of me. His knuckles graze my taint, and I jolt at the sensation. When his thumb lightly caresses my crease, my nerves peak, heart hammering, fingers gripping tightly in the sheets.
“It’s just me, baby,” he whispers, kissing my pubic bone. “I’ll make sure it feels good, trust me. And if you wanna stop, we stop.”
I inhale, relaxing into the mattress. I plant my feet on the bed and let my legs fall open.
And then he spreads me, hands gentle but firmly, and it feels like I’m thrown off my axis.
Air hits me first, cool and shocking. Then his breath as he blows a stream of air directly on my rim, making me twitch.
He groans deeply, the sound long and drawn out. “So fucking pretty, baby.”
Heat rushes to my face, all the way down my throat, my chest. I let out a helpless whine, embarrassed and burning and wanting.
He doesn’t tease me. He knows everything it took to ask him for this, and as expected, he treats that knowledge with importance.
The first swipe of his tongue over my hole steals every thought from my head.
I gasp loudly, my hips jerking forward. The sensation is nothing like anything I’ve ever felt.
A warm and tingling sensation spreads through me.
His hands tighten where they cradle my ass, holding me open as he sinks deeper into it.
The sounds he’s making are like fuel to a fire.
His tongue moves again. And again. And again.
Wet, filthy drags that make my stomach flip, my thighs tremble.
I can feel every circle, every press, every sinful curl of his tongue opening me, tasting me, worshipping me.
“There you go, baby,” he rasps between licks. “You’re perfect. So good for me. This tight little hole is driving me wild.”
God, he’s filthy. My lips part on a long, whimpering moan. Something bright and hot and emotional rises—because this moment means so much to me. Because I can hear how much he wants me in his voice.
I don’t mean to move, but my hips tilt toward him, desperate for more of that heat, that pressure, the feeling of being wanted so deeply.
My movements unintentionally break the connection with his lips.
And when I look down at him, the sight steals all the air from my lungs.
His chest is heaving, lips wet and swollen, hooded eyes black as water in the night.
My face is flaming. He’s staring at my hole, mouth parted like he’s transfixed. I clench just to see his reaction, and the look on his face is close to pained. The sound that leaves him is downright indecent. He drops his head, nuzzling into my crease.
“This fucking ass, I’m losing my goddamn mind over it,” he husks.
“So perfect.” He palms my cheeks.
“So pretty.” He spreads me again.
“So fucking mine.” He runs his thumbs along the inside of my crease.
He brings his lips back to my hole and sucks hard. I almost fly out of my skin. My hips cant to meet his mouth without shame. He eats me out like he’ll die without it, and my mind starts to go fuzzy around the edges.
I hear the drag of fabric, and realize he’s grinding into the mattress. The thought of him getting that turned on from this pushes my own pleasure higher. Every time his tongue pushes in, I whimper loudly. I can’t help it. I don’t even try.
My hand reaches down, fingers sliding into his hair.
I tug, harder than I mean to. Noah only groans into me, the vibration making me gasp.
He pushes his tongue deeper, and one of his hands moves to my front, wrapping around my cock.
He strokes me while his mouth works me open, and it’s too much. Too much and not enough.
My nerves rise again, but I push through, the words breaking free in a needy demand. “F-Finger, please. One—”
He curses harshly against me, and when his mouth leaves my rim, I could cry from the loss.
Then he shocks me, turning the heat in my stomach to lava, as he spreads my cheeks again and spits right on my hole.
It’s so unexpected and filthy, I have to squeeze my eyes shut against the lust burning me alive.
“Please—” I cry out as his finger gathers it, circling my rim.
“You like that, baby?” he asks, the smile clear in his voice.
I can’t stop chanting yes, yes, yes, and Noah, Noah, Noah, over and over until my voice is strained.
He pushes his finger in slowly, twisting and pumping. When he grazes my prostate, the pleasure spikes. My body bows off the bed. I let out a desperate, broken cry.
“Blue—”
His gravely moan is music to my ears. “Fuck, I love it when you call me that.”
My whole body tightens, heat coiling hard and fast and overwhelming as he licks my rim alongside that single digit, hitting that spot, making me see stars as his other hand pumps my cock.
And then I break—shattering into the pleasure, coming with a loud shout.
I spill all over his fist, trembling uncontrollably as his tongue keeps moving, softer now, coaxing me through it.
I hear him grunting, and then he shouts my name, voice thick and wild as he comes.
The room goes quiet except for our ragged breathing. I sink into the mattress, shaking, overwhelmed. Noah’s hands slide up my hips, his face resting against my hip as I stroke his hair. I let out a soft, emotional sound I don’t intend. This… this is what trust feels like. What true love is.
Being known.
Being wanted.
Being touched without fear.
Letting Noah ruin me with pleasure… and somehow putting me back together all at once.
Nothing has ever felt like this. Nothing has ever felt this safe.
“You were incredible,” he whispers, lips against heated flesh. “So brave, Gabe. Asking for what you want… letting me give it to you. You have no idea how much that means to me.”
He moves off me as I sniff back the tears that want to come.
I’m not sad. I’m so unbelievably happy. He shifts so he’s lying beside me, eyes glassy and soft, like he’s feeling as emotional as I am.
I cup his face, thumbing over his cheekbone as he continues.
“You make me feel lucky every time you let me in like that, every time you tell me what you want,” he says hoarsely.
“You’re everything I want, Gabe. Everything. ”
“And you’re filthy,” I tell him, laughing as my cheeks go red.
He grins wickedly. “You fucking loved it.”
I really, really did. I keep laughing as he tucks himself into my side, his breath evening out bit by bit.
“You’re everything I want, too, Noah. You’re my favorite person,” I tell him, before asking, “can I tell you a secret?”
“Always,” he replies, looking up at me.
It feels silly to admit, to say out loud, but for some reason, I feel like I have to tell him.
“When we were young, especially when we’d talk about books…
You were always much quieter with me than anyone else, and I always thought—” I laugh at myself, feeling embarrassed.
“Well, I always thought you should have been my best friend instead of Aiden’s.
I know that’s silly, but… I guess, I dunno, I always thought we were supposed to be friends. ”
I finish with an awkward shrug, and when I look at Noah, he has the most pleased look on his face. “You are my best friend, Gabe. Have been for quite a while now. You always will be.”
I grin widely at him before kissing the top of his head, and he hums happily. “You’re my best friend, too.”