Chapter 38 #2
As if he can read my mind, he smirks, tensing in a way that has every muscle rippling. A soft groan falls from my lips, my cock leaking in my boxers.
He sucks my lobe into his warm mouth, swirling his tongue as his fingers skate along my ribs. “I want you to wear my number while I fuck you.”
“Christ, Noah.” My voice is strained as I take the shirt from him.
“Show me you’re mine,” he says, sinking to his knees and pressing his lips to my stomach.
My head drops back against the door as he reaches into my boxers and pulls my dick out. I squeeze my eyes shut and breathe through my nose when he swirls his tongue around my tip, groaning as he tastes me.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Zac?” His breath is whisper-light on my sensitive flesh, and a shiver wracks through me.
With shaking hands, I pull his shirt over my head, breathing in his heady scent. As the material slides over my feverish body, I watch him suck me into his warm mouth, my fingers tangling in his hair as I thrust my hips to match his movements.
He hums around me, drool running down his chin that he gathers with his fingers before reaching around to massage my hole.
I mutter a curse as he breaches me. My balls draw tight, and I come in hot spurts down his throat. He swallows every drop, licking his lips when he’s done.
He nips my thigh before kissing his way up my stomach. “Mine,” he says, voice gravelly.
“Yours,” I say, pulling him to his feet and kissing him long and deep, tasting myself on his tongue. “So fucking yours.”
He grins against my lips, and despite being half a head shorter than me, he hooks his hands under my arse, lifting me. My thighs wrap around him instinctively, and he devours my mouth as he carries me to his bed, wearing nothing but his training top.
Noah lays me on the bed, hovering over me as he kisses me until I think my lungs are going to explode. When he pulls away, I lean up on my elbows to watch him with hooded eyes.
He steps back from the bed, biting his bottom lip as he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down his legs. His pierced dick points straight at me as if it knows where he wants to be.
“On your knees,” Noah demands in a hoarse voice as he strokes himself.
“Yes, sir,” I sass, grabbing a couple of pillows to prop under my stomach. I love this dominant version of him. He hid himself away for too long. Seeing him accept who is and take what he wants is hot.
A loud crack precedes a white-hot sting when he slaps my arse, and I clench around air, groaning in pleasure as my cock stirs awake from the pain.
“Are you going to be smart again?” he growls, massaging the tender flesh.
I mumble something unintelligible, dropping my head into the sheets.
He parts my cheeks and spits on my hole. Every nerve ending in my body lights up as his tongue swirls around the little bud.
“Oh, fuck,” I shout into the sheets, the sensation of his warm, wet tongue thrusting in and out of my hole is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My stomach contracts in waves. I think I’m going to come again.
He hums as he licks me, the vibrations reverberating somewhere inside me. “You like that, Romeo?”
“Fuck, yes,” I grit out, my arse clenching.
He adds two fingers, and my body convulses, my cock leaking onto the sheets. A strangled sound rips from my throat as a hot flush spreads through me.
“Are you ready for me, baby? I need to be inside you so bad.”
“Please,” I beg, my voice hoarse.
He nips the soft skin on my arse before grabbing a condom and lube from his bedside table.
The bed dips as he climbs on behind me, notching his cock at my entrance. His fingers trace over the number seven on my back, and I swallow, anticipation thrumming through me.
“I’m not going to last long.” He leans forward and kisses my neck.
“Fuck me, Noah. I’m yours.”
He rests his forehead on my shoulder as he slides into me, and we both groan. His movements are slow at first, almost torturously so. His hands find mine in the sheets, and our fingers entwine as he increases his pace.
The room becomes a symphony of grunts and skin slapping against skin until Noah’s cock swells inside me and he stills, finding his release. His lips find my neck, and he presses open-mouthed kisses to my sensitive skin, his body blanketing mine as we both come down from our highs.
As our breaths even out, the front door bangs open, and Dane shouts for Noah to pull out so we can get our gay arses downstairs to join the party. Jasper cusses him out, and the sound of people fills the house. Someone turns on the stereo, a Forever Summer song blasting through the speakers.
Noah groans, but he smacks another kiss on my cheek before sliding out of me.
My body aches in the best way as I roll off the bed and stretch my arms over my head.
“Go have the first shower,” Noah says, kissing my jaw before moving to strip the sheets.
I fight my grin at his cleaning tendencies, slipping my boxers on before I head for the door.
Pausing, I glance back, drinking in the man I’ve fallen hard for.
Every broken piece of him. Only he’s not broken anymore.
Slowly, over the past six months, he’s been healing, finding himself, and bravely fighting for what he wants. Me. Us.
As I stand there, watching him put fresh sheets on the bed, smoothing out the creases in the sheets with careful precision, I’m hit with a wave of intense need to do anything I can to keep him forever. “I love you, Noah Bentley.”
The blinding smile he shoots me causes my heart to skip a beat. “I love you, Zac Kincaid.”