Right then he was praying there would be a next time.
They undressed each other and knelt on the blanket, Eli’s dick rising as if to greet Noah’s hand. They stroked and tugged, their lips colliding. And when Eli lowered his chest to the blanket and took Noah into his mouth, Noah had to fight hard not to come. He watched, mesmerized, as Eli rocked back and forth, Noah’s gaze focused on the muscles across Eli’s shoulders that rippled as he moved, the slope of his back, the narrow waist, the swell of his ass and the downy layer of hair that covered it.
Noah couldn’t stop touching, stroking, caressing. And when the lure of Eli’s rigid cock grew too great to ignore, he flipped Eli onto his back and took him deep, Eli’s groan filling the air, drowning the crackle of the flames.
Eli reached for him, and Noah lay between his thighs, Eli’s hands resting gently on the back of his head, cradling it as they kissed and rocked, feeding each other moans and murmured words. Noah grabbed a cushion and stuffed it under Eli’s ass, hugging Eli’s right leg to his chest, his ankle against Noah’s shoulder. He slicked up a finger and slowly penetrated Eli’s tighthole, loving Eli’s wide eyes and parted lips as he moved in and out of him.
“More,” Eli whispered.
Noah nodded and added another. When Eli was writhing constantly beneath him, he gave his own solid shaft a slick coating before pressing the blunt head to Eli’s entrance. Eli held his breath as Noah eased into him, releasing it with a drawn-out moan of pleasure when Noah was all the way home, his cock sheathed in tight heat.
“You feel so good,” Eli whispered.
“You too.” He kept his movements unhurried.
I want to make this last.
Eli wanted time to slow down to a crawl.
He wanted to savor every second, to burn them into his memory.
He wasn’t sure what he loved most—Noah above him, driving into him, each thrust interspersed with frantic kisses, or riding Noah, his hands on Noah’s chest, teasing his nipples, his own dick slapping against Noah’s body with a dullsmackeach time Eli bounced on that glorious cock.
Except he knew it couldn’t last. They switched positions one more time, Noah covering Eli with his body as he filled him over and over, Eli tweaking Noah’s nipple with one hand, the other tugging on his shaft. Eli cried out as he shot his load, his body racked with violent shudders as his orgasm jolted through him, jagged and raw.
A heartbeat later, he felt the throb inside him, and Noah claimed Eli’s mouth in a fervent kiss while warmth flooded him, his body clenched around Noah’s cock. They stayed like that,locked together, their kisses growing less frequent until at last Noah lay on top of Eli, their movements gentle, their breathing back to its normal rhythm.
Eli cupped Noah’s cheek. “Who needs a fire? I think we created enough of our own heat.” He pressed his lips to Noah’s. “I also think I can’t move right now.”
Noah smiled. “That’s fine, because we’re staying right here.” He returned Eli’s kiss. “And maybe later…”
Eli matched his smile. “I get my turn? Sounds fair.” He wrapped his arms around Noah and held him close. Outside, the wind had picked up, and snow battered the windows.
Inside was nothing short of heaven.
Then he remembered. He had to text Aileen: if he didn’t, she’d make his life hell.
Even the thought of Aileen’s wrath couldn’t spoil his mood.
Chapter Thirteen
Eli woke slowly,drifting up from sleep as though he was rising through warm water. His first thought was that the blanket covering him smelled faintly like cedar and cinnamon.
His second, the one that made his heart cave in on itself in one stunned, aching thump, was that he wasn’t alone. Soft breath stirred the hairs on the back of his neck, and there was the weight of a steady arm around his waist.
The storm had howled during the night, rattling the windows of Noah’s small house. They’d curled up in the blankets, the fire burning. At some point, Eli had woken to find Noah adding more logs, before returning to Eli and warmth. One kiss led to another, warm hands found things to coax and caress, and suddenly the blankets were superfluous.
Eli recalled falling asleep wrapped around Noah, skin warm against skin, their breaths slow and easy in the dark.
I want to see him.
Eli turned, moving in tiny increments so as not to disturb Noah, and when Noah withdrew his arm, Eli held his breath.
Noah’s breathing didn’t change. Eli rolled onto his side to take in the view.
In the gray morning light filtering through the frosted window, Noah lay beside him, half on his stomach, his face relaxed in sleep, and Eli remembered everything. Noah’s warmth. Noaheverywhere.
Eli stared at the dark sweep of his lashes, the curve of his shoulder, the faint bite mark at the base of his neck, a mark Eli pretended not to blush about. A quiet awe spread through him.
