“Your finger, baby. Please give it to me.”
I feel delirious. I’m floating. My blood is sizzling through my veins, I can feel my cheeks flaming—but it’s not embarrassment, it’s pure lust.
When I pull back, I suck one finger into my mouth, wetting it.
I massage my it over his rim before pressing in gently to the first knuckle. Noah pushes back on it, then hisses halfway to the second knuckle. I stop moving my finger, worried I’ve hurt him, but keep stroking his cock to distract from any discomfort. His hole relaxes around my finger. I let him control the movements as he shifts slightly forward until just the tip is inside. I should have grabbed lube. The thought of hurting him is pulling me out of the haze. I look around, but I don’t know where Noah keeps it.
“Noah, do you have lube? I don’t want to hurt you.” My voice sounds absolutely destroyed, and when Noah looks at me over his shoulder, blue eyes almost black with hunger, he looks like I sound.
He swallows audibly and nods to his bedside table. I take my hand off his cock to reach in and grab it. His hand slides from my hair as I move. My hands are shaking so badly I struggle to get it open, but when I finally do, the sound of the cap echoes through the room. The nerves climb now that the moment has slowed, but once my eyes settle on Noah’s and see that little smirk on his face, my confidence returns. He settles up onto his knees, fully exposed to me as he watches over his shoulder, licking his lips while I rub the lube between my fingers, warming it.
“Hey, baby,” he croons with a grin that makes my nerves dissipate further.
“Hi, Blue,” I say through a laugh.
He bites his lip, looking so sexy right now, it makes the ache in my cock grow. But it’s what he says next that sets me on fire: “Give me two.”
I groan loudly. I anchor one hand on his hip as I lean in and lick a wet stripe up his spine. When I reach the top, I get a goodlook at his compass tattoo; it’s the first time I’ve seen it fully. I’ve seen glimpses here and there, but never the full piece. Never this close. It’s similar to the one from the book, beautifully done, and it makes all the affection I feel for him bloom just looking at it. I kiss the N on the compass and breathe into his skin. “My Noah.”
A rumbling sigh of approval leaves him as his chest hits the bed again and his eyes flutter. He pushes his hips back, his bare ass rubbing the fabric straining against my stiff cock. I’m only now realizing he’s completely naked while I’m fully clothed. I don’t know why that turns me on even more, but it does.
I pour lube into my other hand to slick his cock and bring my finger back to his hole, swirling it around his entrance to make sure it’s covered in lube before pressing forward. My intention is to go easy and work up to two fingers, but Noah slams his hips back onto my finger with a filthy “fuck yes, baby,” and I have to squeeze my eyes closed to stop from coming right there in my pants.
He’s so hot and tight around my finger. With my eyes closed, my imagination runs wild, conjuring up images of me sliding my cock into Noah’s ass. My eyes spring open as I work to get myself under control. Noah is fucking himself on my finger, his cock sliding through my lubed hand as he babbles praise:So fucking good. Nobody’s ever made me feel like this. You’re so perfect, baby.Every word settles deep in my soul, filling cracks I thought were full breaks.
“Another,” he practically growls. I’m shocked to find I don’t mind that tone with him.
Usually, he speaks softly to me, but right now, he’s lost to pleasure. Pleasure I’m giving him. I bite my lip hard, moaning as I slip my finger from his ass, only to return with two. I work them in slowly, but there’s no resistance. Noah’s relaxed and soft for me. My chest fills knowing he feels safe with me. I want that more than anything, considering how safe he makes me feel.
I start curling my fingers as I go, pressing down toward the front of his body. When I find that spot, he chokes on a gasp—his whole body jolting.
“Right there,” he howls. “Fuck, do that again.”
I do. Again. And again.
He’s panting as I stroke his cock faster while working his prostate. I finger him deeper, until he’s writhing, completely undone beneath me.
“I’m gonna—fuck, Gabe, I’m gonna—”
He comes with a hoarse cry, his whole body arching, thighs tensing. I don’t stop until I feel the last pulse of him.
When I finally pull back, I stare at him, my heart pounding.
Noah looks ruined. Stunned. Beautiful.
“Holy fucking shit,” he breathes, eyes wide.
I smile, cheeks flushed. “You okay?”
He laughs—joyful and wild. “Am I okay? I’m fucking amazing.”
I lean down and kiss the back of his neck.
“Does that mean you liked it?” I ask tentatively. He obviously enjoyed it enough to come, but I feel self-conscious about the fact I’ve never done anything like that before. I really want it to have been good for him.
He flops onto his back, limbs going every which way. He shuffles awkwardly until his head is angled over the side of the bed. His hair is damp on his forehead, and he looks so damn happy.
“Yeah, baby. I fucking loved it. That was the best sex of my life.”
