Chapter 53 GABE #2
A shaky laugh escapes me, and I feel myself clenching around his fingers. That draws his gaze to where he’s still scissoring me open, and his mouth pops open as his chin meets his chest.
He exhales a deep, “Oh, fuck. That’s hot.”
All traces of amusement leave me, desperation taking over. “Now, Noah. I need you,” I demand.
He nods as he pulls his fingers free, reaching for the wipes he left there.
It kind of makes me want to laugh again, but then he crawls up to kiss me again, and that urge fades, replaced with pure carnal need.
His mouth is soft, but his eyes are black.
Nobody has ever looked at me like he does, a combination of adoration and want.
“I’m yours, Gabe. Always.”
It’s a heady thing, hearing those words from someone like Noah.
I push him back on the bed and straddle his hips.
His cock slides between my crease, and the feel of that alone has me dizzy.
He grabs the lube, reaching around me to slick himself up, brushing the remainder on my rim.
His hands come back to my thighs as I brace a hand on his chest and reach back.
I grab his cock and stroke him, watching his face slacken with pleasure.
Then I line him up, my thighs shaking. When I start to sink down—inch by inch—I hold eye contact, the stretch makes me bite my lip hard, breath whooshing out of me.
“Fuck,” Noah groans, voice strangled, hands gripping my thighs a little harder. “You feel unreal. So hot, so tight around me.”
I have to stop halfway, panting, the burn deep and consuming. Noah slides a hand up my side, murmuring, “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just—I need a second.” I croak.
“Take all the time you need,” he says, tracing patterns into my hip now. “I just want you to feel good.”
That steadiness, the quiet reverence in his tone, relaxes my body further. I sink the rest of the way down, until he’s buried fully inside me, my ass flush with his hips.
Noah’s head hits the pillow, his jaw tense. “Fuck, baby. You’re wrapped so tight around me. I’ve never—fuck—I’ve never felt anything like this.”
The fullness makes me ache, makes me shiver, but it’s delicious. I clench around him on purpose, just to feel the way his cock pulses inside me. His answering groan is ragged. I roll my hips, and the sensation slams into me. Sparks shoot up my spine, my breath catching on a whine.
“Look at you,” Noah rasps, eyes glued to me. “Riding me bare. Taking all of me. Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
Heat flushes through me, embarrassment nowhere to be found—only want, only pride. My cock bounces against my stomach as I start to move, slowly at first, and Noah’s gaze drops to it instantly.
“Look at that big, fat cock bounce.” His voice full of wonder. My face burns, and I can’t hold back the sounds coming from me. Every thrust, every filthy word from him, feeds into something deeper.
Confidence. Hunger. Trust. Love.
Freedom.
“Yes,” he urges, fingers digging into my hip harder than he usually would, and I like the feeling. “Take what you want, baby. Use me.”
Every nerve in my body feels like a live wire.
Everything feels heated and electric. I can feel him everywhere.
It isn’t just pleasure—though it’s already building hot in my belly—it’s this connection we have.
It’s wildly intense. A feeling I never knew was possible between two people.
It’s his heartbeat under my palm, his gaze locked on mine, every inhale and exhale we share.
And for the first time in years, I’m not thinking about holding back or hiding what I want. I’m taking it. Taking what he gives so freely. Taking him. I can see everything in his eyes, the awe there, the hunger. Not just for my body, but for me. I’ve never felt more wanted in my life.
The rhythm settles into something deeper—slow rolls of my hips, grinding down until I feel him throb inside me, then circling, teasing both of us. I test how far I can lean back before the angle shifts, how deep I can take him before the stretch borders on unbearable.
Every time I change the pace, Noah reacts like I’ve rewired him. Carnal sounds, his fingers clutching me, his head rolling back on the pillow. It’s like I’m playing him, learning which notes make him break.
I catch sight of the mirror across the room, the light from the lamp illuminating its surface. From this angle, I can see my body move above his, his cock disappearing inside me with every shift of my hips. The sight alone almost makes me come.
I lean forward, grab his chin, and turn his face toward it. “Look.”
Noah’s eyes hit the reflection, and the sound he makes is guttural. “Oh, fuck. Gabe—fuck, look at us. Look at you.”
I can’t tear my eyes away either. My own reflection hypnotizing me—sweat-damp skin, my cock bouncing heavy against my stomach, my body stretched around him. And him beneath me, wide-eyed, mouth open, groaning like he’s never seen anything better in his life.
There’s a spark, a crack—and suddenly, I’m not careful anymore. I’m not measured.
I’m ravenous.
I start riding him harder, faster, chasing the sight of us in that glass. The slap of skin fills the room, louder with every thrust, and I can’t stop watching the way I move on him, the way his body arches up to meet mine.
“Jesus Christ,” Noah rasps, his eyes glued to me in the mirror. “Fuck, baby. Taking me so good. Riding me like you were made for it.”
My hips slam down harder, desperate now, and the pleasure is dizzying. Watching myself ride him, seeing him watch me—it pushes me higher than I’ve ever been in my life. I’m soaring.
But it isn’t just my body in that reflection. It’s my face. My expression. And Noah isn’t looking at where we’re joined anymore. He’s looking at me. At the way my lips part on every moan, the way my eyes have gone glassy and wild.
“You see that?” he groans, voice hoarse. “See how fucking beautiful you are? All I can do is watch you.”
His words—his voice—strip away the last of my restraint. I ride him as hard as I can, reckless now, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure through me.
“Tell me, baby. Tell me you see how beautiful you are,” he demands in a grunt as he thrusts up to meet me.
I watch myself in the mirror, watch how Noah looks at me. Eyes fixed on my face, mouth parted, chest heaving. I’ve never felt more beautiful.
“Yes, Blue. I see,” breaks out of me on a sob. I feel delirious. I’m gone, lost in him, lost in us.
The heat is unbearable now, pleasure coiling tight in my gut. Every thrust makes slick sounds echo through the room—obscene noises that I love. Noah’s voice cuts through it all.
“Fuck, just like that. You’re milking me so good—fuck, you’re gonna make me come in that tight hole—”
His filthy words set me off. I cry out, my body clenching around him as I come hard, spilling across us both, thighs shaking with the force of it. Not a single touch to my cock. The rush makes my vision blur, but I don’t stop moving. I keep riding him through it, desperate to take him with me.
Noah’s groan booms through the room, throaty and hoarse. His grip on my hips turns almost frantic.
“Fuck—I’m coming—” He slams up into me once, twice, and then I feel it—hot, thick, pulsing deep inside me.
The sensation steals my breath. My entire body lights up at the sheer intimacy of it, at the shocking, raw rightness of his release spilling into me with nothing between us.
I gasp, almost sobbing from how good it feels. “I can feel you. Noah—”
His head tips back, face twisted in ecstasy, but his eyes snap open at my voice. The awe in them is almost too much to take. I collapse on top of him, both of us trembling, our skin covered with sweat and my cum, breathing labored.
I revel in the warmth seeping through me. I’ve never felt anything like it before. Utter peace in my mind, contentment in my heart. My body satiated and loose.
Noah shifts slightly beneath me, and his voice comes shyly. “Can I… can I see?”
I blink up at him, dazed. “See…?”
He flushes, biting his lip like he isn’t sure he should say it. “See my cum in you. I just—I wanna see what we did.”
My stomach flips, heat flooding me again at the intimacy of the request. I nod, my voice barely above a whisper. “Yeah. Okay.”
When I move off him, I feel a little tender but not sore. We shift carefully, his hand on my waist as I lie back and spread my legs. I feel his cum leaking out of me, making my face grow even hotter, and Noah’s eyes go wide, his breath catching audibly.
“Fuck,” he murmurs huskily, reverent and filthy all at once. “That’s… that’s so fucking erotic.”
He lifts a trembling hand toward me, eyes locked with mine as his thumb brushed over my rim, through his cum. His eyes flutter closed as he sighs out a disbelieving, “Fuck.”
The blissful look on his face is so shockingly beautiful, all I can do is stare while he massages my hole.
He removes his hand, and my eyes widen, breath held as he brings his thumb toward his lips.
The urge I have is overwhelming, and before he makes contact, I grab his wrist, causing his eyes to fly open as I bring his thumb to my mouth, sucking his release off it.
“Oh, baby. You’re such a fucking dream,” he whispers affectionately.
I haven’t even come down from the high of my orgasm, and it feels like I’m floating up again.
Noah’s eyes go impossibly dark as he watches me, panting. When I release his thumb with a wet sound, he practically growls. His head tilts, and his smile is pure sex.
“Time to clean you up?”
I nod, expecting him to grab a cloth, but what he does is so much better. He lies down on his stomach and lifts my ass with strong hands, cradling me like I’m his last meal as he leans in and licks right over my softened, cum-soaked hole.
My hands find his hair, and I pull him closer roughly, whimpering, whining, groaning. Everything falling from my lips is incoherent, but all means one thing: I love this sweet, filthy man with all my heart, and I’ll never let him go.
I cry out, in shock, in pleasure, when he closes his lips over my rim and sucks hard, pulling his release from my body right into his mouth. When he lifts up, he looks an absolute mess, hair wild, eyes black.
He leans over me, his thumb hooking my lower lip, gently opening my mouth.
I don’t need much encouragement; I open wide.
And even though I know it’s coming, I nearly pass out with how dirty it is as he spits his cum into my mouth.
Both of us groan loudly before he seals his mouth over mine, tongue sliding as we share the taste of his release.
My hands fist his hair, holding him to me.
When he pulls back, I can’t look away from his face.
The intensity in his gaze makes me feel powerful, beautiful, and wanted beyond anything I’ve ever known.
My body still feels stretched, the lingering warmth of him inside me settling deep.
He lies beside me with a satisfied sigh as I cuddle into him.
“You okay?” he asks softly.
I nod against his chest, still catching my breath. “More than okay. That was amazing. I’ve never…” My voice falters. I press closer. “I’ve never felt anything like that. Thank you for giving me that.”
He kisses my head, his laugh a little shaky. “Neither have I.” His hand strokes my back soothingly. “I should be the one thanking you for trusting me, for giving yourself to me like that. I want you to know how much it means to me. I won’t ever take it for granted.”
I believe every word. I bite my lip, overwhelmed by how much this evening meant—I feel like I own my body again. I control it, I make the choices.
“I liked that,” I admit quietly, tracing circles on his chest. “Watching us in the mirror… and, um, what you did after.”
His chuckle is a pleased rumble. “Liked? Baby, I’ll never get that image out of my head.”
When I glance back at the mirror, I don’t see someone broken or scared.
I see myself—flushed, in love, alive—and the man holding me like he’ll never let me go.