Chapter 55 #2
“Baby, please,” he begs.
I sigh in pleasure, knowing how badly he wants me. The first touch has him exhaling sharply, his forehead dropping to the pillow as I ease one finger in. He’s hot, tight, already fluttering around me. I move slowly, circling and stretching, allowing him to adjust.
Noah moans, hips tilting back, searching for more, but I stay patient, giving him time, murmuring soft words against his skin.
“God, Noah, you’re so gorgeous.”
Two fingers, then three, each touch intentional. Noah’s breath starts becoming heavier, muscles trembling beneath my touch, louder moans breaking free when I curl my fingers just right.
“Gabe…”
“I’ve got you,” I breathe, leaning forward to kiss the back of his neck, then lower, tracing down his spine as I open him with my fingers.
I curl my fingers again, finding that spot that makes him choke on a sound, his hips jerking against my hand. “Fuck,” he all but shouts, his head falling forward like he can’t hold it up anymore.
When I finally pull my hand back, he moves restlessly beneath me. I pour more lube on my cock and line up, one hand braced on his hip while I hold the base of my cock with the other.
I pause, staring down at his hole. Instead of pushing in, I rub the head of my cock over his rim, circling it again and again.
He pants loudly into the pillow. I grab the lube, pouring it directly on my cock as I let it rest within his crease, bringing a hand to each cheek.
I force them together as I fuck between them.
“Oh fuck, baby. You’re killing me here. Please,” he whines.
I move faster, enjoying the sensation.
“Please what?” I ask with growing confidence.
My cock catches his rim as I move back and forth between his ass cheeks.
“Please stick that big fucking cock in my ass before I cry!” bursts out of him as he looks over his shoulder with wild eyes, and I have to fight my laugh.
“No crying during sex, if anyone’s going to do that, it’s me,” I respond playfully, making him snort.
I grip the base of my cock and line up.
“Ready?” I whisper.
“Always,” he pants, grinning at me again over his shoulder, pupils blown wide.
I push in slowly, watching his expression the whole time. Noah gasps, his back arching as I sink deeper, inch by careful inch. When I’m fully seated, buried inside him, I stop, giving him time to adjust.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, voice ragged. “That big cock filling me—fuck, it’s so good every time.”
The words slam through me like lightning. My hands tighten on his hips as I pull back and push in again, going deep enough to drag pleasured sounds from his lips.
His thighs shake as he rocks back to meet every thrust, and I can’t look away—from the flex of his shoulders, the way his back arches.
He’s so tight around me, gripping, clenching.
“You’re perfect,” I breathe, and feel the quiver that rolls through him as he makes this low, broken sound that tests my control. I lean down and lick a wet stripe over his tattoo, savoring the taste of him.
“So fucking good,” he groans, and looks back at me over his shoulder. The sight of him flushed, lips parted, watching me with those lust-drunk eyes… he’s better than any fantasy I could ever conjure in my mind. And he’s mine.
I slam into him again, and he bites into the pillow with a grunt.
I want him inside me. I need it. I use my free hand to grab the lube; it’s awkward to get open, but I manage it without too much fumbling. Then I reach back, slick fingers finding my hole, and I start stretching myself open while I’m still fucking him from behind.
The motion makes my pace falter, and Noah notices instantly.
His voice is a rasp. “Gabe. You’re—fuck, you’re fingering yourself while you fuck me?”
I bite back a groan, pressing deeper into him before I answer. “I need you, Noah. Want you inside me so bad,” I pant, “but I need to come inside you first.”
“Fuck,” he groans again, his hand clutching the sheets tightly as he moves back onto my cock. Then, in a voice like gravel, “You’re so fucking hot, baby. Driving me out of my damn mind.”
His words light me up, and I can’t help the deep, filthy moan that rips from my throat when I add another finger, working myself open in time with my thrusts. It’s definitely impacting my rhythm, but Noah doesn’t seem to mind at all.
He’s watching like the sight of me touching myself while I’m inside him is the most erotic thing he’s ever seen.
“Gabe,” he pants, voice cracking on my name. “Love you inside me.”
My vision goes hazy at that, everything in me coiling tight. I grip his hip harder with my free hand, grounding myself, but the tension between us has stretched razor thin.
“You feel incredible,” I pant, leaning forward to press my forehead against his sweaty shoulder.
Noah’s trembling beneath me, his deep sounds filling the space. He looks back again, mouth parted, eyes wild. I give in, pulling my fingers free and bracing both hands on his hips, driving into him deeper, harder, until I’m right there.
“Yes!” he hisses as my cock pulses inside him.
I stay buried inside him as I come, gasping against the sweat-damp skin of his back. Noah lets out this raw, primal sound, his hand reaching blindly behind him, clutching at my thigh to keep me inside him.
For a moment, we just breathe, tangled and shaking, both of us sweaty and wanting more. Because we’re not done yet.
I ease back, letting myself slip free, and Noah collapses forward, chest rising and falling fast. He turns his head to catch my gaze again, and there’s a look there that sends a fresh wave of heat straight through me.
He looks ruined in the most perfect way—flushed cheeks, damp hair curling against his forehead, lips shaped into a pleased grin. My cum is still inside him, and that thought alone has arousal stirring in my belly even though I just came.
“Fuck me, Noah.”
The way his expression changes is devastating. A mix of want, love, and barely restrained hunger.
I shift back onto my knees and gesture for him to move. He rises slowly, pushing himself upright, and our foreheads brush briefly as we trade positions until I’m lying on my back. Noah kneels between my spread thighs. His hand slides to the back of my neck, but he doesn’t move until I nod.
“I’m ready,” I whisper breathlessly.
His jaw flexes, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He drops his gaze, watching as I recline against the pillows and lift one leg, resting my heel on his shoulder to open myself up for him. My heart is pounding, but I’ve already prepped myself—I’m ready to take him.
Noah’s hand wraps around the base of his cock, coating himself in lube. His voice is ragged when he finally says, “That was unreal. Finger fucking yourself while you had that fat cock in my ass. You’re a dream, Gabe. My dream.”
The words settle over me, and I whine, “Please. I need you. Right now.”
He lines himself up, the blunt head of his cock nudging against my rim, and when he presses forward, my whole body arches involuntarily.
I feel every inch of him as he slides into me.
He’s thick, filling me in a way that forces my breath out in a shaky moan, and has me gripping the pillow above my head
Noah freezes once he’s fully seated, his forehead dropping to my calf, his breath coming out harsh and uneven. His fingers clutch at my hips like he’s barely holding on.
“Every fucking time,” he mutters, almost to himself. “You feel—fuck, Gabe—you feel incredible.”
I thread my fingers through his hair, pulling gently until he lifts his head to meet my gaze. “Move,” I exhale. “Fuck me, Noah.”
His hips draw back, dragging out of me until only the tip remains before sinking back in. He fucks me like he wants me to feel every second of it—long, indulgent thrusts that have me gasping his name.
Noah’s face is tense, his jaw tight, sweat dripping down his temple as he murmurs through clenched teeth, “Fuck, I loved that big cock filling me earlier… and now being inside you? Watching you take me like this while your cum leaks out of my ass?” He lets out a nearly pained groan, “Fuck, Gabe. I won’t last long after that. ”
The words are like a physical touch, sending a shiver through me. My back bows, making him hit that spot inside me that has heat pooling in my groin.
I reach for him blindly, needing more, and he leans down immediately, bracing himself on one forearm as his other hand slides up my thigh, curling around the back of my knee to press it wider. The new angle creates a deeper thrust that has me crying out.
“Yeah,” he rasps against my ear, his voice smug and sinful. “Right there, huh? You like that?”
“Y-yeah,” I pant, clutching his shoulders, my nails dragging down his damp skin. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
He doesn’t. The pace builds gradually, the urgency bleeding through, but his hands are gentle, always checking in with the press of his thumb against my thigh, the soft squeeze at my waist, the subtle shift of his hips when I gasp too sharply.
It’s frantic without being rough—desperate without crossing that line he never does.
I’m hard again, and I can already feel my orgasm building fast, the tension coiling, and Noah must feel it too because his hand slips between us, fingers tightening around my cock. He strokes me in time with his thrusts, and the mix of sensations hits like lightning.
“Noah—” I choke out as my hips buck into his hand. “I—I’m close—”
“Give it to me, baby,” he grits against my neck. “Come for me. Make a mess all over me. I wanna be marked by you, inside and out. Fucking claim me, Gabe.”
It crashes over me, hard and fast, my whole body tightening as I spill across my stomach and his hand, a strangled cry falling from my lips. My vision goes white, stars dancing behind my eyelids as the release wracks my body.
The way I clench around him sends Noah spiraling after me, his thrusts deepening before he groans into my shoulder, spilling inside me with a shudder that ripples through his entire body. He stays buried deep, hips pressed flush against mine as he pants against my skin.
And then Noah lifts his head, sweaty hair stuck to his forehead, and looks down at me like I hung the stars and moon in the sky.
The room smells like heat and sex. My lungs are still struggling, and Noah’s collapsed against me.
I can feel him everywhere. His breath travels over my throat.
His weight blanketing me, holding me in place like gravity itself has chosen to take his shape.
It’s comforting, I feel safe and protected under him.
We need to get up soon, get ready and go out. But it’s so nice to just hold him like this. Eventually, Noah exhales a shaky laugh against my neck and props himself up on one elbow, hovering to look down at me.
“Gabe,” he rasps through a chuckle, voice still rough from groaning my name minutes ago. He drags his knuckles lightly across my cheek like I’m the most precious thing he has. “Will you please let me fucking kiss you now?”
I laugh, breathless and bright. My hand grips the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss me.
We’re both smiling into it—I can feel the curve of lips against mine, the quiet sigh he lets out when I thread my fingers through his damp hair and hold him close.
He tastes like forever.