With his forehead pressed against mine, Noah rode my cock. Choking me until I was about to pass out before allowing me to breathe. The rush it gave me went straight to my dick. Holy fuck this man was my perfect match. I didn’t understand why someone trying to kill me made me want him so goddamn bad. All I knew is that I was never letting him go.
As he came down on top of me, I thrust up into him. At the same time, I jerked him off with vigorous strokes. My chest heaved as I sucked in a deep lungful of air. Having Noah on top of me, his body pressed against mine, made it impossible to hold back.
I came with an intensity that momentarily blacked out my vision. Filling him with several spurts of hot cum. He braced himself against me as seconds later he shot his release onto my stomach and chest.
Noah slumped against me. There was a faint ringing in my ears as I struggled to catch my breath. The room seemed to spin as I fought for oxygen.
“That was wild.” Noah’s voice sounded breathy and weak. “You’re fucking amazing.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” I shoved a hand through my hair, giving my head a shake.
“Are you kidding? I’m outstanding. Magnificent even. Don’t sell me short here.” Giving my head a playful shove, Noah rolled off me.
“You’ve got one hell of an ego,” I chuckled, loving the way he cuddled in close.
“Yeah, well, I’ve earned it.” We laid there silently together for several minutes, simply enjoying the moment before Noah said, “I guess we should get cleaned up. Let’s hit the shower. I’ll even let you get under the spray first.”
I glanced down at the cumshot across my torso. “I should think so.”
We both seemed reluctant to be the first to move. To break the spell of the afterglow and leave the sanctity of Noah’s bedroom. Finally, he rolled off the bed, taking my hand and pulling me along with him.
“Come on, prince. Let’s clean up so we can get dirty again.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
NOAH
I don’t think either of us slept all that much that night. Even though we were tired after the day we both had and several hours of fucking, we were reluctant to give in and close our eyes. I got the feeling that neither of us wanted to miss anything.
Dom fell asleep first. On my favorite pillow, which I allowed him to use, even though part of me wanted to rip it from under his head. He was the only person that brought out a soft side of me. Other than my family, of course, but this was different.
Although listening to his deep breathing as he slept tempted me to choke off his airflow. To see him come sputtering awake, startled and ready for a fight. Somehow, I resisted the urge. Instead, I laid there enjoying the way he felt beside me.
Needing to feel him, I moved in closer, wrapping an arm around him. Pressing my face to his shoulder. Without waking, he reached for me too. Pulling me into his embrace.
How the fuck did I ever get so lucky? Based on how much hatred and conflict had passed between us, we never should have ended up this way. I didn’t know if I believed in things like fate, God, or destiny. Whatever it was, there was somethingpowerful at work here. Something bigger than both of us. I knew better than to question it.
Even though I fell asleep after Dom, I woke up before him. The morning light snuck in around the edges of the blinds, providing enough illumination for me to study the man sleeping next to me. His long lashes. Chiseled jaw. The steady rise and fall of his chest.
Dominik Taylor was fucking gorgeous. One of the most beautiful humans I’d ever seen. I may have been biased.
Feeling the weight of my stare, his eyes fluttered opened. As he focused in on me, his expression formed into a frown. “Why the hell are you staring at me while I sleep? Trying to decide how you’ll try to kill me next? You psycho.”
I flashed my teeth at him in a toothy Joker style grin, wiggling my brows. “Actually, I was thinking about waking you up with my cock in your mouth. I already know how I’ll try to kill you next.”
“Very funny.” Dom gave me a playful shove before stretching out on the mattress. Putting his delicious body on display. “What time is it? I’m fucking starved. And don’t make any jokes about feeding me your cock or I’ll punch you in the throat.”
I rolled in close, helping myself to a taste of him by dragging my tongue along the side of his neck. “It’s almost eleven. So much for classes today.”
Grabbing a handful of my hair, Dom pressed a hungry kiss to my lips. “I thought it was Saturday.”
“Is it? Damn. You’re right.” Running my hand over his chest and down his abs, I said, “You probably want to get going soon. I can make you breakfast first, if you want.”
“Breakfast sounds good.” With a hand on either side of my face, Dom kissed me several times. Kisses filled with a possessive affection. I couldn’t get enough.
We spent the next fifteen minutes kissing and touching. Making out like the voracious animals we were. Finally, our growling stomachs forced us from the bed. We reluctantly got dressed, leaving the bedroom and the memories we made there behind as we went down to the kitchen.
Opening the fridge, I scoured the inside. “What are you in the mood for? Eggs? Pancakes? Sucking my cock in the middle of the kitchen? Or maybe all of the above?”
