I couldn’t suppress a laugh. And a tear escaped, partly from pent-up fear and partly from relief. “Okay. That sounds great.”
Noah let go of my hand and reached for his fork, then paused, looking into my eyes once more. “This isn’t at all like I planned, and neither is what I’m about to suggest, but maybe that’s okay. How about we see that predictable superhero movie, and then go back to one of our places and take our clothes off. If we’re both slutty, why pretend to be something else?” I swear I could feel the heat off his gaze. “And I really want in your ass.”
I let out another gust of breath that came out in a laugh. “God yes. Please.”
THE SUPERHEROmovie might have been predictable. It might have even been the best piece of cinematic gold to have ever come out of Hollywood. I had no clue. I was pretty sure there were hot actors in skintight clothing, but even that was fuzzy. The dialogue and music was nothing more than a constant buzz in my ears, the screen nothing more than a glowing blur.
We were late enough that we were forced to sit in the third row, our necks craned upward. It didn’t matter. Like I cared about a movie when Noah Carroll was seated beside me, his hand in mine.
I only noticed the heat of his arm on my skin, the feel of his solid shoulder and triceps leaning against me. The ache of my cock that refused to be anything other than erect, especially when Noah frequently ran the back of his hand over the crotch of my jeans. The touch, tentative at first, still startled me. I glanced over at him. The light of the movie lit his face in the darkness. He stroked my cock again, this time his eyes not breaking contact with mine. When I subconsciously pushed against his hand, his lips curved into a lustful smile, and he made another swipe, slow and hard. A groan escaped before I realized, but I managed to cut it off, which made it more noticeable. Noah covered his mouth with his free hand to keep from laughing. I tried to see if the woman next to me noticed, but I couldn’t tell.
It was the longest and most sensually painful two and a half hours of my life.
Noah turned to me as we got into his car after the movie. “Let’s get Harper and go back to my place. You’re staying the night.”
I nodded. Even if I could have formed words, I wouldn’t have argued.
I EXPECTEDNoah to make sure it wasn’t too soon to have sex when we finally made it into his bedroom. He didn’t. No more pretense. No more polite, socially acceptable behaviors.
Both of his large hands crushed my shoulders as he pulled me to him, smashing his lips into mine while his body did the same.
Slut or not, there had never been anyone else since that kiss over two decades ago. Nothing else compared. I didn’t know what I’d been doing, but it obviously wasn’t kissing. Or fucking.
His breathing came out in labored huffs against my skin. With his tongue deep in my mouth, he effortlessly unbuttoned my shirt and then tugged it over my shoulders before moving to my jeans.
Though I was all bottom, I was used to being more of the aggressor. Not with him. I couldn’t even manage to get Noah’s clothes off quickly enough before he took over, yanking his shirt over his head and then jerking his jeans and underwear off at the same time. He came toward me, reaching to pull me to him once more.
I put my hand out and managed to catch my breath. “Wait.”
Yes. Dear fucking goodness, yes. His chest was hairy. Dark, thick hair. His entire body was tan and muscled. Not bulky, but hard. He didn’t have a six-pack, but his stomach was narrow and flat. And his dick….
I felt my eyes bulge, and then I looked up to meet his gaze.
His smile was wicked. “Good enough for a slutty bottom boy?”
I nodded.
“Good.” He reached again and caressed my chest. “Randall, you’re as beautiful naked as I dreamed you’d be. And I plan on spending hours slowly licking that body, but it’s been long enough. I’m going to save all that for later and fuck your brains out. Okay?”
“Fuck yes. Please.” There was a whine to my voice. A definite, desperate whine, full of pathetic longing and need. And I didn’t give a flying fuck.
He was on me again. Kissing me as he forced me to the bed. Then on top of me, his long, solid body covering mine, his hands hard and forceful on my body.
He pulled back. “Shit. I wasn’t prepared for this tonight.” He took large strides around the bed and toward the dresser. “Let me get the lube and condoms.”
I lifted up onto my elbows and started to get off the bed. “Actually why don’t I hop in the shower and stuff?”
“No.” Noah nearly growled. “Stay there.”
“But I just need to—”
He tossed the lube and condoms next to me. “I don’t give a fuck.”
“But—”
Noah was back to the bed, crawling over me, his hard cock dragging against my thigh. “I don’t care. I need in you now.”
And then he was. Within moments he was sheathed, had me lubed up, and had both of my legs over his shoulders.
