“Help me,” August begged. “What does somebody do or say or wear on a first date?”
Adam took Noah back into his mouth once more, his finger pressing between the cleft of his cheeks, nudging his thumb against Noah’s entrance. Bastard. Noah’s breath became shaky. “Adam, stop,” he said, his voice a pleading whisper.
“You say stop but you don’t mean it,” he whispered back, his thumb breaching his hole. “Keep talking,” Adam ordered. How the fuck was Noah supposed to have a fucking coherent conversation with Adam trying to suck the soul from his body? Noah bit hard on the inside of his cheek as Adam’s whisper became a low rumble. “Do it. Now.”
Fuck. Why was that so hot? He needed to concentrate. “Um, full disclosure. I’ve never been on a date. Adam just sort of showed up at my trailer and never left.”
“God, that would make this so much easier.” August sounded miserable.
Noah wanted to cry when Adam stopped sucking to say, “Don’t get too dressed up. You’ll look like a dweeb. Jeans, a nice shirt,” before plunging back into the task of making Noah fall apart on the phone.
“Hnf,” Noah managed, hyper-aware of the sucking heat around his cock and the dry press of Adam’s thumb inside him, pulsing against his prostate. He was going to come any minute but he couldn’t very well tell Adam that without also telling August. “Bring flowers. Oh, or wine.”
This time, Noah didn’t hide his displeasure, openly groaning when Adam pulled off once more to caution, “Do nottalkabout how much you like eviscerating people to pop music…or your weird obsession with Celine Dion. Or your knife collection. Or the swords. Or the array of medieval torture devices you have. Honestly, just steer clear of weaponry altogether.”
“Wine. Flowers. No evisceration. No Britney or Gaga,” August reiterated. “I think I can do that.”
Adam disappeared completely, and Noah heard him say, “Your five minutes are up.”
“Good luck,” Noah called, then moaned as Adam’s teeth sank into the tender flesh of his inner thigh.
There was a thud like Adam tossed his phone onto the floor. Noah snickered. He went through so many phones. Adam stood, causing Noah to temporarily list to the left, then, suddenly, he could move one foot and then the other. After a moment, his hands were untied from the headboard but not from each other. “Are we done?” Noah asked, frowning behind his mask.
Adam didn’t answer, clearly still in cave man mode. He tugged Noah upright by his wrists, kissing him deeply. “Roll over.”
Noah quickly complied.
Adam hiked his hips into the air. Three slick fingers probed his entrance. He gasped as they pushed inside without warning, stopping at the second knuckle when they met resistance.
“Fuck, I love the noises you make,” Adam said, almost to himself.
“It hurts,” Noah hissed. It wasn’t a complaint.
“Good.” Adam slapped Noah’s ass with his free hand, working his fingers deeper.
When Noah swayed back, trying to move them where he needed, they disappeared. He dragged Noah back against him, his knees between Noah’s thighs. He could feel the fabric of Adam’s sweatpants gathered beneath him, like he’d hastily shoved them out of the way. Before he could so much as take in a breath, Adam was impaling him on his thick cock. Noah’s mouth opened in a silent cry, breathless as his body fought to adjust to the invasion, every nerve ending on fire.
Adam wasn’t interested in giving him more time, it seemed. He began to move, quickly finding a hard rhythm, pulling Noah’s hips down on every upward thrust.
“I wanna watch,” Noah begged.
Adam tugged the mask off and even the bathroom light felt like a spotlight until his eyes adjusted, locking on the full-length mirror in the corner. Fuck. They always looked so hot together. Sometimes, they filmed themselves just so they could watch it later. Maybe it was narcissistic, but Noah loved the way he looked when he was being used by Adam, loved how he let himself be the monster Noah needed in bed.
It was the least of their transgressions in the grand scheme of things.
Of all the ways they came together, this was one of Noah’s favorite positions—Adam’s chest to his back, his lips against his ear so he could whisper whatever filthy thought popped into his head while he drove into Noah. By now, he’d imagined the dirty talk might have lost its power, but it wasn’t the words, it was the raw growl in Adam’s voice as he said it.
“Fuck, you’re really tight. I should fuck you unprepped more often. You’d love that, wouldn’t you? Yeah, look how much you’re leaking at the thought of being my little fuck toy. That’s it, work yourself on my cock. You’re so horny for it. My needy little whore.” His hand threaded in Noah’s hair briefly to turn his head, capturing his mouth before saying, “You’re not allowed to come until I do, so you better make it good.”
It was all lip service. Noah could never explain how much Adam’s words turned him on. Some people might find being called slut or whore degrading, but Adam could make anything sound like a compliment. He wasn’t a whore but, at that moment, he was Adam’s whore.
“That’s it. Fuck, yeah, you love taking every inch in that slutty little hole. So dirty for me. So desperate for my cock.”
Noah’s own cock ached, flushed pink, so hard he was sure one good stroke would be enough to get him there. “Please, Adam. I need to come. Please. Oh, fuck. You feel so good. Fuckme harder. Make it hurt. Bite me. I want to feel your teeth in my skin.”
He’d long since stopped caring if what they were into was normal or not. The truth was, it didn’t fucking matter to anybody but them. They weren’t selling tickets. Noah’s eyes rolled as Adam’s hand closed around his throat, driving into him hard and fast, chasing his own release.
“Oh, fuck, yes.” Adam sank his teeth into Noah’s shoulder hard enough for him to cry out, his hips stuttering beneath Noah before he buried himself deep one final time, his cock pulsing as he came, filling Noah up.
