Chapter 29
Zac
“Tell me why you didn’t think of this weeks ago,” I moan, burying my head in Noah’s sheets and breathing deep as he buries his pierced cock into me from behind.
He chuckles as he presses soft kisses against my shoulder blades.
We didn’t waste any time locking ourselves in Noah’s bedroom after his housemates left on their double date with two of Hannah’s friends. They’ve gone for dinner and a movie, so we should have a few hours.
“Remember your promise?” he murmurs, his breath warm against my feverish skin.
“Mm, fuck,” I grunt as he bottoms out.
“I want you screaming my name.” He punctuates his request with a deep thrust, and I shout out another curse.
My dick is hard as stone, leaking a mess onto the sheets beneath me.
It’s been almost two months since he fucked me, and so much has changed between us, but the one constant is the way my body reacts when he touches me.
Sweat beads along my temples and down my back as my breaths come in ragged pulls.
The rest of the world has disappeared, and it’s only me and him.
It’s intoxicating. I can’t get enough of his strong hands all over me.
“So fucking tight,” he groans, digging his fingers into my hips as he rotates his, hitting that pleasurable spot.
“Oh, shit.” I cry out, my voice hoarse. “Yes, Noah. Right there.”
“Say it again,” he growls, curling himself around me to nip at my ear.
“Noah. Mm, yes.” I reach for him, pulling him in for a messy kiss.
And fuck can this man kiss. I’ve spent the last month exploring his mouth, finding out what draws the most sinful noises from those full, pouty lips. Like right now, when I suck on his tongue and swallow his gravelly moan.
He picks up his pace, hitting that spot over and over again. “You feel so good squeezing me like that, baby.”
I melt into his sheets, overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through my body. Noah runs his fingers along my spine in a gentle caress, and I shiver, clenching around him. He groans, slowing his pace and pushing into me with deep thrusts.
“Noaaah,” I moan, dragging out his name in pleasure.
“Tell me what you need, Zac,” he says, his gravelly voice causing my pulse to quicken.
“I need…” I pant, words escaping me as ecstasy curls at the base of my spine. “Oh, fuck. I need…” Lust clouds my mind; I can’t form a coherent thought, let alone voice it.
A resounding crack sounds in the room, followed by a sharp sting on my arse. I tense, a gurgled sound slipping from my lips only seconds before my orgasm goes off like a bottle rocket, and I coat the sheets and my abs in a sticky mess.
With one hand on my shoulder and the other on my hip, Noah thrusts into me with reckless abandon, prolonging my intense release before he stiffens. His cock pulses deep inside me, filling the condom. He groans, collapsing on top of me, peppering open mouth kisses to the crook of my neck.
“Fuck, I missed that,” he murmurs, licking my sweat-covered skin.
“Mm,” is the only response I can conjure in my blissed-out state.
His chuckle rumbles through me, making his softening cock twitch inside me. Another shiver of pleasure jolts through me. I can’t get enough of this man.
He slips out of me and disposes of the condom. Rolling onto my side, my eyes lock on his tight arse as he swaggers across the room. Fuck, his body is incredible.
He catches me eye-fucking him, and grins.
“You like what you see, Romeo?”
“You’re all right.” I bite down on my bottom lip to hide my smile. But he’s more than all right. Noah’s body is like a fucking sculpture—all hard lines and pure muscle shaped to perfection.
He barks out a laugh and runs a hand through his hair. “Just all right?”
“You fishing for a compliment, Bentley?”
Heat flares in his eyes, and he stalks back to the bed, leaning down to press his lips to mine. “You getting sassy with me, Kincaid?”
I hook my hand around his neck and deepen the kiss. “What are you going to do about it?”
He tugs my bottom lip between his teeth. “Let’s get you cleaned up and find out.”
He pulls me off the bed and drags me across the hall to his bathroom. The shower isn’t that big, especially when filled by two six-foot plus athletes, but I’m not complaining when he drops to his knees and sucks me into his talented mouth.
I lean back against the slick tiles and curl my fingers into his hair as he blows my mind and my body.
Of course, I have to repay the favour. We’re making up for lost time here.
When we’re finally clean and sated, we return to his room, and Noah locks the door again before stripping the sheets and putting fresh ones on while I slip on my boxers.
“Want to watch something?” he asks, pulling on a pair of grey sweatpants.
I don’t know what it is about dudes in grey sweatpants, but chicks in romance novels have it right—it’s fucking hot. My mouth salivates, wanting nothing more than to snuggle with him, but a quick check of the time tells me we’re pushing our luck. His housemates will be home soon.
As if sensing my hesitation, he grips my waist and starts peppering soft kisses over my naked chest. In a murmur so low I strain to hear him, he says, “I was thinking maybe you could stay the night since I won’t see you until Monday.”
My pulse skitters, and I stutter out a surprised, “W-what?”
He lifts his head to give me a devastatingly vulnerable smile. “Stay with me. I want to wake up in your arms.”
I think my brain short-circuits as I imagine waking up in his sheets, a tangle of warm limbs and the weight of his body pressed to mine. My mouth goes dry, and I have to swallow a couple of times before I can talk.
“Jasper and Dane—”
“Sleep like the dead,” he finishes, kissing the underside of my jaw. “We’ll be gone before they wake up. Hannah’s picking me up at five.”
“What if—”
“Shh,” he whispers, cupping my cheeks and pressing his lips to mine. “Your dad’s car is parked down the street. The bedroom door is locked. They won’t know you’re here. Stay?” he asks when I don’t make any further protests.
I run my tongue over my lips before answering. “If you’re sure?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t.” He kisses me again, his lips lingering on mine.
This feels like a monumental step in our relationship. Noah hasn’t slept the night at my house, I think out of respect to my parents, or maybe because it would elicit too many questions. We’d be screwed if anyone happened to drive past and see his bike there.
We climb into his bed, and he snuggles against my side, resting his head on my chest and flinging one leg over mine. His warm body presses into me, and I wrap my arm around his shoulder, threading my fingers through his hair.
“Mm, that feels nice,” he hums, turning on the television and scrolling through to find something for us to watch.
We settle on a true-crime documentary about some college kids in the US who were murdered in their off-campus share house. It’s intriguing as fuck, especially with my psychology background, and we spend the first episode throwing out theories about who did it and why.
It all feels so natural, like we’ve been doing this for years, not months. He splays his hand over my abs, his thumb tracing back and forth in soothing strokes. I’m not sure he even realises he’s doing it. My chest aches, but in a good way. Being with him feels right. He feels right.
About ten minutes into the second episode, we both tense when the front door opens, and voices drift from downstairs.
It’s just past ten, and there’s definitely more than the two voices of Dane and Jasper, but we can’t tell how many guests they have.
No one calls out for Noah, though, and the voices move away, most likely to the games room.
Noah relaxes first, sinking back into my embrace, but it takes me a moment.
“It’s fine,” he murmurs, his hand drifting up my chest to rest over my racing heart. “The door’s locked. No one will know you’re in here with me.”
“I’m not worried for me,” I say, shifting to press a kiss to the top of his head. “The guys know I’m bi. I don’t think they’d bat an eyelid. But they don’t know about you.”
He shrugs, his attention still half-focused on the television screen. “I’ve been toying with the idea of telling them.”
My fingers still in his hair. “Seriously?”
“Mmhmm.”
I roll onto my side to face him. “What do you mean, mmhmm? You can’t just be so blasé about something like telling our teammates we’re—”
“Dating?” he asks when I can’t find the right word. He leans in to kiss me with a cocky grin. “Kissing? Sucking each other’s dick? Fucking? All of the above?”
Placing my hand on his chest, I pull back and search his face.
“Noah, what’s going on here? The sleepover, wanting to come clean to our teammates?
Don’t get me wrong, I want people to know I’m with you.
I want to be able to kiss you and touch you whenever I want.
But your dad, and… telling everyone. Are you ready for what might happen? ”
I don’t miss the flash of fear in his eyes when I mention his dad, but he holds my gaze, brushing his thumb over my lips.
“Every time I lie about Hannah or you, it feels wrong. I hate myself for pulling you both into this mess.”
“We don’t—”
“Care?” He huffs a humourless laugh. “I do. You’re the two people I care about the most. It sucks asking you to lie for me. I don’t want to do that to you anymore.”
My stomach flips, and I swallow hard. It’s terrifying how fast hope spreads through me. “What are you saying?”
“I’m saying I’m going to tell Dad this weekend.”
“Are you sure this is the right time?” I brush his hair off his face, letting my hand linger. “It’s your grandad’s birthday. Maybe you should wait?”
He shakes his head. “I’m done waiting. I’m done living my life the way he wants me to.”
My chest squeezes so hard it hurts. “You don’t owe me anything, Noah. I’m not going anywhere.”
He closes the small gap between us, leaning his forehead against mine. “I know, but I’m sick of being scared of him, of what he’ll do to you and Hannah the longer this goes on.”
“Are you ready for this? I don’t want you to feel pressured.”
He closes his eyes and exhales a shaky breath. “It’s never going to get any easier. Now’s as good a time as any.”
I squeeze his hip until he looks at me. “Do you want me to come with you?”
Noah smiles wistfully. “As much as I want you there, this is something I have to do myself. Besides, my sexuality isn’t the only thing I plan on telling him about.”
My eyes widen. “It’s not?”
“I’m going to tell him I’m extending my studies here in Beckford.”
This is the first time he’s mentioned it to me, and I realise I’ve been so caught up in this whirlwind with him that I hadn’t given any thought to what would happen when we graduate in a few months. “What are you going to do?”
“I want to do a counselling degree.”
Arching my brow, I smirk. “Have I been rubbing off on you?”
He grins, slipping his hand under the sheets and gripping my thickening bulge. “You’ve been rubbing something on me.”
I groan, removing his hand and pulling him back into my arms. “You’ve got an early flight tomorrow and a big weekend ahead of you. Let’s get some sleep.”
Noah snuggles into me, and it doesn’t take long until his breathing evens out.
As I lie here, stroking a hand through his hair while he sleeps, I can’t help but be scared for him.
From what I’ve seen and heard, it won’t be easy for him to stand up to his father.
I wish I could be there for him, but I understand why he has to do it alone.
I’m only glad Hannah will be there for him.