Chapter 28
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
CADE
Noah’s admission echoes in my ears, and I can still see the damp pages of his letter between his fingers.
Something inside me shifted tonight. Maybe it’s the feeling of insecurity draining from me, I don’t know what it is, but the exact moment that my walls catch fire is the moment his lips hit mine.
His admission and the weight of his sincerity, his devotion to me and us, the way he stood there knowing full well my dad could hear every word, and still, poured them out to me, vulnerably.
I don’t have words left. Only need.
“Cade,” he murmurs, dragging his mouth against my jaw, his voice thickened with emotion. “I want you to have whatever you want tonight.” His soft lips are on mine again. “Whatever you’re comfortable with,” he adds through rough, wet kisses.
I’ve already told him moments ago that I want him to be inside me tonight, that I’m ready for this next step. And it’s not just to prove to him that I want us. It’s really not about that at all. I believe his words, and the trust glistening in his eyes.
I want this for me, as much as I want it for us. I need this for me.
I press him down onto the edge of my bed, standing between his spread thighs.
His chest is heaving, mine, too, and water drips from my hair onto his legs.
For once, the old hesitation doesn’t rise.
The fears don’t tether themselves to each thought.
The inexperience doesn’t weigh heavy on my mind.
“I need to feel you. All of you. I want you inside me.” I give him half a smirk. “Yes, I’m still sure.”
His breath catches and a slow, devastating smile curves his lips. “Yes. In case you were wondering, yes I’d like to do that.” He reaches for me, looping strong hands around my neck, pulling me down for a kiss. “I’d love to fuck you.”
Time to return the favor he paid me a few minutes back.
I drop to my knees on the rug, peeling the last of his wet clothes away until he’s gloriously naked before me.
His cock stands heavy and flushed, curving toward his stomach.
Noah slides my glasses off, only to dry them and return them to my face gently as I take him into my mouth.
He groans, stroking his thumb down my nose as my cheeks hollow.
I suck him down, to the back of my throat, with no hesitation.
The noise he makes fills my chest with warm, tingly pride.
I move slowly and take him deep, savoring the tender yet steely weight of his cock on my tongue, the salt and rain on his skin.
Noah’s fingers thread gently through my damp hair, not guiding but steadying.
“You’re so good,” he praises, voice husky. “Look at you, baby. Taking what you want.”
His words, his praise, it emboldens me. I trace the cap of his head with my tongue, sucking and swallowing the precum that floods my mouth when I do.
My eyes close when a low groan erupts from his belly, when his palm presses tenderly to my cheek.
When he starts to tremble and my name sounds shattered, I pull off and get to my feet, guiding him fully onto the bed.
We kiss, and I keep one fist around Noah’s cock, pumping him through his groans and teasing moans. “So if you wanna do this,” he breathes, “I’m in.” Another kiss, more tongue, more stroking his cock that has mine absolutely throbbing again, already. “But we should… shower.”
I nod my head, taking his advice. We peel ourselves from my bed and make our way into my shower, where we take our time soaping each other up between wild makeout sessions.
When I’m rinsing shampoo from Noah’s hair with the detachable head, he takes it from me, and places it back on the wall.
Next he turns me around, and one hand at a time, places each of my palms on the wall, against the tile. I peer back at him over my shoulder.
“I’m gonna work you open a little,” he rasps, his voice competing with the spray of water. “Get you ready for me.”
I nod, water blurring my eyes. Noah's knees creek, and I know he’s dropped to them behind me, but I’m proven right when his large hands pull me open, and his tongue dips inside.
I suck in a breath, loving the feel of his warm tongue plunging in and out, soothing me, easing the tension from my muscles.
Next he adds a finger, and a few minutes later, another.
He’s standing again now, his rigid cock pressed into the globe of my ass, lips against my ear when he dusts hot, perfect promises all over my shoulder and down my chest. “You’re gonna take me so well, baby.
This ass is so tight, it’s gonna feel so good.
I’m gonna make you come so fucking hard. ”
I let my head fall between my shoulders, water completely blurring my eyes. “I’m ready,” I rasp, desperation strangling my usual husky tone. “Let’s get out. I’m ready.” I want it. I need you.
It happens fast now. Noah has me in a towel, and the cool air of the bedroom licks my warm skin as he guides me to the bed.
My bed. Or now, our bed. He places a towel in the center, and dims the lights, then we’re a tangle of limbs, hard-ons and tongues, rolling around in each other's arms, making out, moaning, promising each other the world.
I’m leaking. He’s leaking. And when he reaches around my ass and dips his finger in, I’ve never felt more ready. More eager.
He moves lower, scaling down my body, his mouth tracing the strong column of my throat, the defined planes of my chest, the ridges of my abdomen. He lingers at my hips, sucking marks into my flesh while his fingers tease my hole, slowly.
Noah sucks me into his mouth, gently and slowly sucking me a little before he’s back at eye level, cupping my cheek. Our eyes lock. “Lube’s in the drawer,” I whisper to him.
He nods, and reaches back, leaving nothing but his inked chest on display until he returns with the bottle.
Slowly, he fills his palm and spreads it across his fingers.
Our eyes stay locked as he works the lube inside me, at first biting and cold but very quickly warm and comforting.
I take some of the lube from his palm and wet my own hand, stroking his cock slowly with it, both of us nearly vibrating with need.
He prepares me with careful, slick fingers, watching my face the entire time.
His lashes flutter when he crooks his finger just right, making me gasp.
He knows he’s brushing that spot inside me that makes my breath hitch, a place I’ve never been on my own.
Only now, with him. I love the flush that spreads across his collarbones, the one that looks like the color I’m always wearing on my cheeks and throat.
He’s beautiful like this—patient but hungry.
“More,” I rasp, my hips rolling to meet his hand. “I’m ready. I want you inside me, Noah. I want you to take me apart.”
The request sends heat spiraling through him. Noah rolls me flat out onto my back and climbs over me, and I watch with bated breath as he notches his perfect cock between my legs. Aligned to enter my body.
He slicks himself generously and settles between my thighs, the head of his cock pressing against my ringed muscle. For a moment I hesitate, old fears echoing, but when Noah drops a hand to cup my face, I know it’s okay.
Better than okay.
“You’ve got me,” he murmurs against my lips. “All of me. I’m yours. Let yourself feel good. And god, you’re gonna feel so good.”
Then he starts, pushing forward slowly, inch by careful inch. He gives me a moment to gasp at the intrusion, a second to breathe, to get comfortable. Then he kisses me and keeps sliding inside, and doesn't stop until he’s buried to the hilt inside me.
We both groan, and he drops his forehead to mine in a hot thunk. The sensation is overwhelming—I’m so full and he’s so big, the intimate flutter of my body adjusting to him, the delirious expression on his face, the way his eyes stay locked on mine like I’m the only thing in his universe.
“Move,” I encourage softly as he braces his weight on one hand, dropping the other to my cock. His hips rove and his hand strokes, and he wrecks me in the best way possible.
“You feel good, don’t you, baby?” he rasps, stroking and fucking, the sound of my bed nicking the wall sending hot bumps down my spine.
I nod, and tell him the truth. “Fuck, it’s…
you feel so good. I’m… I can’t believe how good it feels.
” Something deep in my gut burns and swells, and every stroke he fucks into me I think I can see stars, it feels so good.
He pumps my cock and I have to swat his hand away, afraid to come too fast, afraid for it to be over.
His thrusts evolve from trying and gentle to deep, rolling movements that drag his cock against that perfect spot inside me.
Noah’s head falls back, a low moan vibrating through his chest and he continues to fuck me, his hips making expert strokes.
His hand jacks me in perfect tandem with his hips, and I cup my palms to his chest, my nails leaving marks in his flesh.
Noah slows a little at my frantic clawing, and sets a tender rhythm, moving in and out of me in dizzyingly slow strokes.
Every slide out of my body then back in feels like a vow, like a promise, like a whispered secret just for me.
And in return, this is me choosing him.
Claiming him.
“You feel incredible,” I whisper, lifting my head from the pillow to find and kiss along his jaw. “It's so good.”
I wrap my legs around Noah’s waist, digging my heels into his lower back as he fucks me faster now, picking up his pace again.
I love it. I love the darkness washing over his features, the way I’m about to give him something he needs.
Something no one else can anymore. “Harder, Noah. Let go. I can take it. I want it.”