Chapter I #3
He makes a sound—half laugh, half protest—that vibrates around me, sending shocks of pleasure up my spine. Then he’s taking me deeper, impossibly deeper, until his nose is almost pressed against my stomach. He swallows, throat constricting around me, and stars explode behind my eyes.
I’m not going to last long like this. Not with Noah on his knees, water streaming down his back, taking me so deep it’s a wonder he can breathe. My hand tightens in his hair, and just as I feel my orgasm starting to build, Noah pulls back entirely.
I make an embarrassing noise of protest, my cock throbbing painfully at the sudden loss of contact.
“What—”
My words die in my throat as Noah stands and turns around, bracing himself against the shower wall, his back to me. He looks over his shoulder, eyes dark with want, water running in rivulets down the curve of his spine.
“Can you please fuck me again, Connor?” he asks, his voice so wrecked it sends heat pooling low in my stomach. “Please?”
I stare at him, momentarily stunned. We’re supposed to be cleaning up, getting ready for his parents. But when Noah arches his back, presenting himself to me like that, all thoughts of time constraints fly right out of my head.
“Baby,” I manage, stepping closer, my hands finding his hips. “Are you sure?”
“I want you to fill me up with your cum,” he interrupts, the crude words in his mouth somehow making this hotter. “Please, Connor. Need you inside me.”
Jesus Christ. Who is this insatiable creature, and what has he done with my sensible boyfriend? Not that I’m complaining. Not when he’s looking at me like that. Not when he’s begging so prettily.
I position myself behind him, reaching for the bottle of silicone lube we keep on the shower shelf. Noah makes an impatient sound, pushing back against me while I slick myself up.
“Needy,” I murmur, pressing a kiss between his shoulder blades.
“For you?” he breathes. “Always.”
I line myself up, the head of my cock nudging against his entrance. He’s still open from earlier, and with one careful push, I’m buried inside him again, both of us groaning at the sensation.
“Oh God,” Noah gasps, forehead pressed against the tile wall.
I grip his hips, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in.
“Yes, like that.”
The sound of skin hitting skin echoes off the shower walls, mixing with Noah’s desperate whimpers. I set a fast pace, driven by some primal need to claim him again, to mark him from the inside out.
It’s different this time—rougher, more urgent. There’s none of the playful banter from earlier, just the harsh sound of our breathing, the occasional curse torn from one of our throats.
I know it’s going to take longer for both of us to finish after coming so recently. But there’s something intoxicating about that knowledge—about the idea that we’ll be at this for a while, chasing more of this pleasure.
“Connor,” Noah moans, his voice breaking on my name. “Harder, please.”
I oblige, tightening my grip on his hips, driving into him with enough force that he has to brace himself against the wall to keep from being pushed forward. The shower keeps raining down on us, steam filling the small space, making everything slick and hot.
Time loses meaning. It could be minutes or hours that we stay like this—me fucking into Noah, him taking everything I give him and begging for more.
My thighs burn, my lungs ache, but I couldn’t stop if I wanted to.
Not when Noah keeps clenching around me like that. Not when he keeps gasping my name.
Eventually, I feel the familiar pressure building at the base of my spine again. I’m close. I reach around, wrapping my hand around Noah’s cock, stroking in time with my thrusts.
“Come with me,” I urge against his ear, my voice barely recognizable. “Want to feel you come on my cock.”
Noah nods frantically, pushing back to meet each thrust. His body tenses, tightening around me almost painfully, and then he’s coming with a shout, his release painting the shower wall.
The rhythmic clenching of his body around mine pushes me over the edge, and I follow him seconds later, emptying myself inside him with a groan that echoes off the tile.
For a minute, we stay like that—me still buried inside him, both of us trembling with the aftershocks. The water keeps raining down on us, washing away the evidence of what we just did.
Finally, I slip out of him, turning him around to kiss him softly. “You’re incredible,” I murmur against his lips.
Noah laughs, sounding a little dazed. “Says the man who just fucked me senseless twice in one hour.”
I grin, reaching for the shampoo again. “We should probably actually get clean now,” I say. “Because your parents might actually be here any minute.”
Noah’s eyes widen comically, as if he’d completely forgotten about them. “Shit,” he yelps, grabbing the soap. “Why did you let me distract you?”
“Me?” I laugh, quickly lathering my hair. “Pretty sure you’re the one who dropped to your knees.”
“Details,” Noah dismisses, but he’s smiling as he reaches for the shower gel. “Worth it, though.”