16. Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Fifteen
Christian
S tormy and Sable peed quickly, but River was taking his damn time about finding the perfect spot.
He wasn’t yet in the habit of lifting his leg—something I definitely planned to ask Noah about—so he squatted just like Sable.
Tonight? Three times he came super close but then, at the last minute, changed his mind. “Come on, pee already.”
Stormy gazed up at me as if to say, what can you do about these crazy puppies?
I’d discovered early on that she did pee on command—which was greatly appreciated.
She’d also done a damn good job babysitting as everyone had been excited when we got home, but not in a panicked way.
I’d asked Noah what he thought about us getting a nanny camera and he’d grinned.
Said he would pick one up the next time he went to the pet store .
Finally, River squatted and peed his little heart out. He was all grins as I led them back inside.
Noah was there with tiny pieces of baby carrots for them.
All three munched away happily.
He moved into my space.
Our gazes met.
“It’s been a lovely night—and we’re not dating—but can I kiss you?”
My heart stuttered before restarting at a much faster rhythm. I’d only been fantasizing about this moment for oh, a dozen years. “Uh, yeah, that would be okay. I mean, that would be nice. I mean, you know, whatever you want to—”
He went up on his toes and pressed his lips to mine.
I angled my head down so that he could put his feet flat on the floor again.
I wrapped my arms around his waist even as he threaded his hands around my neck and tugged me closer.
His mouth was insistent against mine, and I opened for him.
He thrust his tongue into my mouth, and I tasted mint toothpaste.
Oh God, he had this planned out. Probably a good thing it took the dog so long to pee.
Go River! Wait. The man you love is finally kissing you and all you can think about is your dog? Are you nuts?
Quite possibly.
No, I’d say probably.
I was also sinking further into the glorious sensation of being held so tightly.
He might just have his arms around my neck, but he plastered himself against me and, after a moment, I realized his erection was pressing insistently against my hip.
Well, we’ll just have to do something about that.
I was about to offer a blow job when he pulled back .
“We’re not dating…but I was wondering if you want a tour of my bedroom, and we can take things further?”
Interesting. I’ve seen his bedroom. I’ve slept in his…oh damn. Damn, damn, damn. I cleared my throat. “Further would be completely acceptable.”
He grasped my hand and clicked his tongue.
Three puppies gazed up at him.
“Upstairs.” He met Stormy’s gaze. “My room.”
She woofed and headed out.
River and Sable followed her. They almost always followed her. Helpful that she’s a good dog and not leading them astray. Anything was possible in the future, of course, but for now, she made a great older sister.
Noah tugged on my hand, then flipped off the kitchen light as we passed the entrance. He didn’t look back as he said, “I’m not sure you should be so trusting.”
“If you’re a serial killer, Noah, I figure you’d have offed me long before now.” I said the words in jest, but I understood what he was saying.
Don’t fall in love with me — I’m a bad bet.
Except he wasn’t. He was a great bet. He was loyal and honest and would take care of me in a way no one ever had.
Still, when we arrived at the entrance to his bedroom, he hesitated.
I turned him to face me. “What?”
“I’m nervous.”
“Okay.” I held his gaze. “Why?”
“Because—” He gestured. “Because I’ve never done this before.”
“Never had sex? Because I’m pretty sure—”
“I’ve never made love to a guy…like you.”
Ah. “Well, I’ve never made love to a guy like you. So I guess we’re even.”
“Christian—”
“Nope. You don’t get to do that. You don’t get to kiss the heck out of me and then throw up barriers.” I tugged him toward me, pulling him into my embrace.
He came easily—yielding to me and molding himself against me.
I bent to kiss him.
He kissed back with fervor. He thrust his tongue into my mouth with a clear plan to dominate.
Letting him take over the kiss was as easy as breathing.
He had a forceful personality that turned me on.
That I appreciated. I was okay with yielding.
With giving up control. On the other hand, if he ever asked me to take the reins, I certainly would—I’d do whatever he asked of me. Always had and always would.
He pulled back from the kiss. “Too many clothes.”
I chuckled. “That’s true.”
We’d dressed in chinos and shirts to visit Miss Esmeralda and to go to the nice restaurant.
He stood back and started unbuttoning his white shirt—such a contrast to his dark skin.
Mirroring him, I unbuttoned my pale-blue shirt. They were abandoned on my chair as we started working on our pants. Somehow, we’d wound up in my room, even though he’d asked me to join him in his.
Our three pooches had followed us in here and were now snoozing—with River sleeping with Sable in her bed.
Their closeness was what I wanted with Noah.
Someone to always rely on. Someone who would have my back.
He’d always done those things when we’d only been best friends—I worried I might lose that if this lovers thing didn’ t work out.
I shucked my pants, and next came the boxer briefs.
Noah did the same, and I was able to see his lovely erection. We hadn’t discussed position, but I knew I’d be bottoming tonight. And maybe all nights—if we repeated this.
He hesitated.
I cocked my head.
“Supplies.”
I grinned. “Stopped by the drugstore on the way home, one night last week. All good.”
“I like you being prepared.”
“I was a boy scout.”
He laughed. “That you were. I never did anything like that.”
“Because you were busy with your dogs and cats. You had way more important things going on in your life.”
Another smile. “And now I’m rebuilding my menagerie.”
I grasped my erection and stroked myself. Unless this was a long and necessary tangent, I wanted to keep us moving forward.
“We’ll talk about rescuing a cat. Right now, though, I want you on the bed.”
“Yep.” I sort of squeaked that. Then I hustled to my bed. I pulled the duvet and top sheet down, then lay in the middle of the bed with my head propped on a pillow.
He gave himself a couple of good tugs. Then he moved to my nightstand—rightly intuiting where I’d left the supplies. He pulled out the bottle of lube—and removed the safety seal. Then he opened the condom box and pulled out a long length containing several.
“Optimistic?”
“Oh, we’ll see how you do. Depending on how things go, I might let you fuck me. We’re off work tomorrow.”
“I remember. You don’t have any clients? ”
He shook his head. “I like the idea of being off work at the same time as you.”
To me, I heard a very intimate statement there—that coordinating our schedules mattered because he wanted to maximize our time together.
That meant something. Who are you kidding…
that means everything. Yet I held myself still as he donned a condom.
Then he put one knee on the bed and the other and headed my way.
I spread my thighs.
He settled between them. He lubed his finger.
My cock curved toward my belly, but I shifted my balls out of the way so he’d have unfettered access. I’d do whatever it took to keep him close to me.
He ran his fingers around the outside of my hole.
The cool liquid against my skin provided an interesting contrast. “I’m ready, Noah. Hell, I have been for about half of my life.”
“And I never knew.” Slowly, he sank one finger into me.
Since this was a new sensation for me, I tried to lean into it. He wasn’t hurting me, that was for certain. “More. Please.”
He grinned that mischievous and wicked grin I found so endearing. Then he added another finger.
Again, a strange sensation.
“Have to make certain you’re ready for my cock. You’re awfully tight.”
“Never done this before.” I ensured my breathing was slow and steady.
“Well, we’re just going to have to change that.” He scissored his fingers over and over—loosening me for him. Then he twisted his wrist and thrust his fingers in farther .
I was barely adjusting to that sensation, when he touched part of me that lit a spark and sent electricity arcing through my body. “What the hell…?”
“Prostate.” He eyed me. “You really have never done this.”
“I lived with my parents and was one hundred percent celibate. So when would I have had—”
He brushed it again.
My eyes rolled back in my head as the pleasure overwhelmed me.
“Look at me, Christian.” Said in a strong tone of voice.
I obeyed his command.
“I’m going to introduce you to so many things. I have toys. I intend to use them on you. If you’re okay with that.”
The final sentence appeared to be an afterthought, but I was totally fine with that because I was, in fact, fine with anything he proposed.
He’d never hurt me…but he might introduce me to all kinds of fun things.
I knew about my prostate, of course. Just had never gone on an exploration mission.
Now I was glad of two things—that he’d introduced me to it and, more importantly that it had been him and not some random hookup or a complete stranger.
He withdrew his fingers.
I moaned in protest.
He grinned as he lubed his cock. “I’ll make this good for you, I promise.
“I believe you.” I pulled my lower lip through my teeth. “I’ll always trust you.”
His eyes shadowed for just a moment. “I don’t know if I’m deserving of that trust—but I’ll definitely never abuse it.” He leaned over to lick a drop of precum from the tip of my shaft. “You ready?”
“Been ready for about thirteen years. ”
He chuckled. “Never saw that. Not sure I’ll forgive myself for not noticing.”
Before I could respond, though, he lined his cock up with my entrance.
I grasped the sheets.
He pressed in ever so slowly. Barely a whisper, at first, but then with some insistence.
It hurt. I’d known it might—but knowing and enduring were two very different things.
Sweat broke out across his brow as he continued to press into me. “This is the worst of it. Once—” He let out a groan.
Something changed with me. Because the head of his cock was in? Perhaps. I was a little more na?ve than I liked.
He held my gaze. “I’m going to move now.”
I nodded.
Slowly he pulled back a bit. Then he pressed forward. Back. Forward. Inch by inch.
The burn eased and a strange and intense pressure fell in behind it.
I’d read accounts of this, and they were fairly accurate.
I’d disregarded the ones that shouted about how good the first time felt.
I’d also skimmed the horror stories. Knowing Noah would take care of me meant those things wouldn’t happen. I was certain of that.
“I’m bottomed out. Do you know what that means?”
I nodded. “That you can’t go in more.”
“And how do you feel?”
“Strange…?”
“Perfectly normal. Now, you can ask me to stop at any time. I should’ve said that before—”
“But you didn’t need to because I already knew. Make love to me, Noah. Show me how good it can feel.”
He grinned. “Yeah, I can do that.”
And he proceeded to.