“Come with me,” Noah whisperedinto my ear, before pressing his lips to my temple. Even if I did have the energy to fight him, to tell him simply to take me home and let me figure out this mess of my head on my own, I didn’t want to. As his strong fingers laced around mine, I let him lead me wherever he wanted to take me.
Slowly, as if we were afraid to trip and fall, we walked up the stairs. With the slightest touch, he openedhis bedroom door. The large windows let the orange glow of the sunset illuminate the room. It was soft and calming, the exact opposite of everything going on in my heart. I was a mess and he knew it. But with each touch, each glance, each kiss, the tangled knot of emotions loosened.
“You don’t need this,” he said, gently lifting the hem of my shirt over my head. When I reached for his, he pushedmy hand away. “I’m taking care of you,” he admonished. “We can worry about me later.”
With painstaking tenderness, he traced his fingertips over my chest, letting loose a river of goose bumps. “Relax,” he coached. “Just feel this. Feel me,” he said, continuing his slow torture. “I’m here for you,” he reassured, letting his lips follow the path his fingers once led. My head lolled back, exposingmy neck and it didn’t take him more than a second to lick at my Adam’s apple. Another shiver rippled through my body, heating up my skin, lighting my nerves on fire.
“God,” I muttered.
He chuckled, his mouth vibrating against my skin. “It’s Noah, actually. But God has a nice ring to it,” he joked, his lips right against the shell of my ear.
With my eyes closed, everything felt more intense,more passionate. With Noah, everything felt different, and different was exactly what I needed.
Once again, he moved his fingers along my skin, tracing down the center of my chest, following the thin line of dark brown hair leading to the raging erection begging to be set free. “Time to get rid of these now.” With nimble fingers, he opened my fly, letting my cargo shorts fall in a puddle aroundmy ankles. After kicking off my flip-flops, I stood there in nothing but my boxers, waiting for his next move. Everything in my head was telling me to say something, to do something, to take the lead. I needed the control.
Or so I thought.
Because despite what my head was telling me, my body told me the exact opposite. Whatever it was he was promising, whatever it was waiting for me, I knewI wanted it.
On a ragged and needy inhale, his fingers dipped into the elastic waistband of my boxer briefs. In that moment, control was the last thing on my mind. Standing in front of him, completely naked, I’d never felt so at home in all my life. I was exposed to him in more ways than just my body. With his soft touches, his gentle caresses, his calming words, he’d torn away the hard exteriorI’d put in place to protect myself from the world I knew was determined to tear me down.
“Sit down,” he told me, tipping his head to the oversized couch and a half in the corner of his room. Wanting nothing more than to please him, I followed his command. “I was going to leave this on,” he said, pulling at the buttons on his shirt. “I wanted to make this all about you, but I can’t resist. I needto feel you right next to me. Skin to skin,” he said, tossing his shirt into the ever-growing pile on the floor.
“Do you know how fucking good you look?” The sound of my own voice shocked me. Filled with raw neediness, I barely sounded like myself.
“Oh, yeah,” he taunted, stepping closer to me. “I’ve heard it a time or two.” Of course he had. He was gorgeous. Tall, and powerful, his body wasall lean lines and hard planes of sculpted muscle. Even the imperfections of his face—a bump on the ridge of his nose, a scar cutting through his eyebrow—they made him look even more perfect. His hair had that messy look to it, but there was not a single strand out of place. And his beard, fucking hell. Rather than covering the beauty of his face, it enhanced it. Made him more masculine, more chiseled.He caught me staring and chuckled. “You’re pretty easy on the eyes, too. Especially, lying there, naked, hard as a fucking rock, waiting for me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything as gorgeous as you right now.”
If my skin wasn’t already heated, I would have blushed at his words. Just like his touch, his words did things to me, and it was all too overwhelming to process at times. But rightnow, I knew what I had to do. Feeling the need to tease him just a little, I wrapped my hand around my cock, stroking it. His eyes followed my movements, his mouth falling open a touch. “I thought I told you to let me take care of everything. You don’t listen to instructions very well.”
“Maybe I need some extra help.” Echoing the words I spoke that first night I danced for him, I grew harderin my hand. His eyes widened as he pulled his lower lip between his teeth.
“Maybe,” he said, working at the brushed nickel of his belt buckle. In one smooth pull, he tugged it from his black dress pants. Looping it together, he snapped it, the sound bouncing off the walls. “But maybe,” he spoke softly, promising something more than even I could comprehend. “Maybe you just need a reminder of whatit means to sit back and letmedo all the work.”
His words made it difficult for me to do much of anything—breathe, swallow, respond. The only thing of which I was capable was moving my hand over my aching dick, waiting for him to take over for me.
“Are you okay with this?” he asked, holding the belt in front of him.
Nodding, I said, “Like you said. I’m just supposed to sit back and let youdo what you want to me. Who am I to protest?”
Without another word, he straddled my hips, pulling my hand away from my body in the process. His body pressed into mine, pushing me further into the soft cushions beneath me. I loved feeling his weight on top of me. It made me long to feel the pressure of his body inside of mine. Lost in my own lusty haze, I didn’t realize what he was doing untilit was done. “Now keep them there,” he instructed, nodding to my hands, tied together by his belt as they rested over my head.
His lips grazed mine as he lifted himself from my body. Immediately, I missed his heat, his weight… him. Even though he was right there next to me, it was too far away. I needed him to be touching me. I needed to be touching him. Without even a conscious effort on mypart, my hands twitched from under the strain of the belt. “This is going to be fun,” Noah announced as he stepped out of his pants. Fucking hell, even the way he let the fabric slide down his legs was sexy. Even his underwear was sexy. All black, they stretched tightly over his cock as it bulged out from behind the fabric. When he lost those, my mouth went dry.
“Do you see what you do to me?”he taunted, rubbing his length. His abs twitched every time he reached the crown, his thumb gliding over the wide crest.
“Fuck,” I cursed, thrusting my hips up from the cushion. The air offered nothing in terms of the resistance I needed. Noah laughed softly as I writhed on the couch, begging for him to touch me.
“Oh, we will,” he promised as he walked over to the nightstand. After taking outthe condoms and lube, he stood next to me on the sofa. Since it had a low profile on the arms, from where he stood, his cock lined up perfectly to my mouth. “Turn this way,” he told me as he reached for my face. Scraping his short nails through my scalp, he turned my head so that the tip of his dick was literally centimeters away from my mouth. It wasn’t the most comfortable I’d ever been, but Ididn’t care.
The silence stretched for a minute, and my frustration boiled over. I was seconds away from pulling my arms from this stupid fucking belt and shoving his cock into my mouth. Or shoving mine into his. I didn’t care which way it went. I needed him, to touch him or have him touch me. I didn’t care as long as we were there together; that was all that mattered.
As if he could read mymind, his soft words cut the silence. “See? That’s exactly how I feel.” I moved ever so slightly so I could look up at him. Peeling my gaze away from his cock, my eyes met his.
“How?” I wasn’t capable of more than the single word.
“Like there’s nothing more than you want to do than take care of me, to make me feel good. Or for me to take care of you. Right?”
I hated that he was right. “Yes,”I said, licking my lips.
