21
I had a whole plan about how gentle I was going to be.
How slow. How I was going to take my time, touching every inch of Noah, kissing him, telling him the best way I knew how what he meant to me.
Because that had always been Noah’s favorite: when we’d taken our time, when we’d made it last, the foreplay maybe even more important than getting down to business.
Instead, he pushed me onto the bed and said, “I’ve been wanting to ride you all night.”
And since I was such a fucking gentleman, who was I to say no?
Maybe not even all that much of a gentleman since I didn’t even stand up to take my clothes off—I just bucked and bent and twisted, scrambling out of every inch of fabric while I was lying on the bed.
Noah was a little more graceful about it. He watched me as he undressed. He smiled—just a little thing, barely more than a crinkle. When I flopped back and ran a hand up my dick, he rolled his eyes.
“Give me a minute, cowboy,” he said as he disappeared into the bathroom.
Water ran. And after a while, Noah came back. He climbed up onto the bed to straddle me, and I put my hands on his thighs. He smelled faintly like my soap.
“Why are you so handsome?” he whispered as he shifted forward.
“Just your luck, I guess.” I slid my hands up and tweaked his nipples.
He arched his back, pressing into my touch, and his voice was also a gasp as he said, “I am lucky, Howie. I think I’m very lucky.”
“That makes two of us. Come here. Let me taste that pretty dick.”
Maybe it was my imagination, that half-second of surprise on his face.
Maybe not. It wasn’t like I’d never sucked a dick before.
I’d certainly sucked his dick before. But it wasn’t what we normally did, and maybe that was all.
I figured some guys liked to suck. Some guys liked to be sucked.
And some guys were like the handymen of the BJ world, and they could do whatever you needed them to.
Noah inched forward, and I raised my head.
I licked the head first and tasted soap, and under that, clean skin.
On the next pass, he slipped into my mouth and moaned.
He was the right size for me to take him easily, and after a few seconds of letting me bob on his cock, Noah started to rock his hips.
I reached up to play with his nips again, and he twisted like he wanted to pull away from me, but he kept coming back.
“No,” he finally said, like we’d been arguing, and he pulled out of my mouth. “I don’t want to come yet.”
I grinned up at him. Then I slapped his ass. “Turn around. Let me eat you out.”
His face was a mixture of want and—well, I wasn’t sure. Wariness. Defensiveness. Like I was trying to trick him into nutting early. It almost made me laugh.
“Come on, princess.”
He rolled his eyes, but he squirmed around and managed the awkward turn. I squeezed his ass as I guided him backward, and then I went to work.
The sound Noah made when my tongue found his hole was filthy.
It was beyond a moan. It was guttural, and it sounded like I’d reached down inside him and ripped it out, beat by broken beat.
It took me less than a minute to get him to the point where his legs were trembling, that beautiful ass jiggling as he tried to hold still and couldn’t.
“Oh shit,” he gasped. “Oh shit. Oh shit, Howie, stop!”
Which, since he was grinding on my face, was kind of a mixed message.
But I stopped, and he gave an all-over shudder, and then he scooted forward, every movement like his bones had melted. He didn’t even have the decency to turn around; instead, he went for the reverse-cowgirl. He lubed my dick with a bottle he’d brought from the bathroom, lined me up, and slid down.
“Jesus,” I grunted. “Noah!”
He didn’t answer. He just panted as he raised up and lowered himself, again and again, taking me inch by inch.
His spine and shoulders made an arrow under pale skin.
I wanted to touch that sharp line. I wanted something to hold on to.
I grabbed his ass, spread his cheeks, and watched his hole eat me up.
And then, when I was seated inside him, Noah just sat there. He put his hands behind his head, like he was trying to find a way to do something with them, like he didn’t know what to do with them. He kept making these gasping noises.
“Oh God, Howie,” he said, and he sounded like he was about to cry.
“Go on, baby,” I said. “Get that fucking nut.”
When he didn’t move, I thrust up into him.
It wasn’t like I had a lot of room to maneuver.
It was more like I was adding pressure to where he already had me positioned.
But Noah made a broken noise, and his hand whipped down to jerk himself off, and his ass closed like a vise around my dick as he started to come.
“Oh God,” he said in that broken voice. “Oh God. Oh God.”
And then the arrow of spine and shoulders curved, and he put one hand on my leg to steady himself.
I ran my fingers over his ass. “There you go.”
“Oh my fucking God.”
“You like that?”
In answer, his head lolled back. His eyes were closed.
I couldn’t help it; I laughed.
“Why are you such an animal?” Noah snapped, head coming up again. But he was smiling as he turned around. Smiling and trying to look pissed. “You were supposed to wait!”
“Because I like watching you come apart,” I said with a lying-down shrug.
“Do you want to…” Noah asked, and he arched his back a little.
“Slide off,” I told him.
“I don’t mind.”
Which no, he probably didn’t. But he was always so sensitive after.
I gave his ass a final squeeze. “Go on, babe.”
He eased himself off me. He hadn’t done all that much riding, so to speak, but his legs looked like they were trembling.
As soon as my dick was free, I gave it a few jerks.
I was close, and I shot across my stomach and up my chest. It wasn’t quite virgin’s-first-nut quality, the way it had been when we’d jacked off over FaceTime, but it was unexpectedly embarrassing, like he could see how much I’d wanted that, how much I’d liked it.
Not that Noah said anything. Or did anything. He just slumped down beside me on the bed, his head on my chest.
“Careful,” I managed to say.
“I’ve had your come on my face before,” Noah mumbled as he collapsed.
And that was true. So we lay there. And after a while, I petted his hair.
His legs were so smooth between mine. He was still leaking a little, and I could feel the wetness sliding down my hip.
I thought maybe I could hear his heartbeat racing, echoing in my chest, but then I realized, no, his breathing was slow and even, so it had to be my heart.
“I love you,” I whispered.
He mumbled something, but I wasn’t sure what it was or if he’d heard me, because he was already asleep.