“So pretty.” He spreads me again.
“So fuckingmine.” He runs his thumbs along the inside of my crease.
He brings his lips back to my hole and sucks hard. I almost fly out of my skin. My hips cant to meet his mouth without shame. He eats me out like he’ll die without it, and my mind starts to go fuzzy around the edges.
I hear the drag of fabric, and realize he’s grinding into the mattress. The thought of him getting that turned on from this pushes my own pleasure higher. Every time his tongue pushes in, I whimper loudly. I can’t help it. I don’t even try.
My hand reaches down, fingers sliding into his hair. I tug, harder than I mean to. Noah only groans into me, the vibration making me gasp. He pushes his tongue deeper, and one of his hands moves to my front, wrapping around my cock. He strokes me while his mouth works me open, and it’s too much. Too much and not enough.
My nerves rise again, but I push through, the words breaking free in a needy demand. “F-Finger, please. One—”
He curses harshly against me, and when his mouth leaves my rim, I could cry from the loss. Then he shocks me, turning the heat in my stomach to lava, as he spreads my cheeks again and spits right on my hole. It’s so unexpected and filthy, I have to squeeze my eyes shut against the lust burning me alive.
“Please—” I cry out as his finger gathers it, circling my rim.
“You like that, baby?” he asks, the smile clear in his voice.
I can’t stop chantingyes, yes, yes, andNoah, Noah, Noah, over and over until my voice is strained.
He pushes his finger in slowly, twisting and pumping. When he grazes my prostate, the pleasure spikes. My body bows off the bed. I let out a desperate, broken cry.
“Blue—”
His gravely moan is music to my ears. “Fuck, I love it when you call me that.”
My whole body tightens, heat coiling hard and fast and overwhelming as he licks my rim alongside that single digit, hitting that spot, making me see stars as his other hand pumps my cock. And then I break—shattering into the pleasure, coming with a loud shout. I spill all over his fist, trembling uncontrollably as his tongue keeps moving, softer now, coaxing me through it.
I hear him grunting, and then he shouts my name, voice thick and wild as he comes.
The room goes quiet except for our ragged breathing. I sink into the mattress, shaking, overwhelmed. Noah’s hands slide up my hips, his face resting against my hip as I stroke his hair. I let out a soft, emotional sound I don’t intend. This… this is what trust feels like. What true love is.
Being known.
Being wanted.
Being touched without fear.
Letting Noah ruin me with pleasure… and somehow putting me back together all at once.
Nothing has ever felt like this. Nothing has ever felt this safe.
“You were incredible,” he whispers, lips against heated flesh. “So brave, Gabe. Asking for what you want… letting me give it to you. You have no idea how much that means to me.”
He moves off me as I sniff back the tears that want to come. I’m not sad. I’m so unbelievably happy. He shifts so he’s lying beside me, eyes glassy and soft, like he’s feeling as emotional as I am. I cup his face, thumbing over his cheekbone as he continues. “You make me feel lucky every time you let me in like that, every time you tell me what you want,” he says hoarsely. “You’re everything I want, Gabe. Everything.”
“And you’re filthy,” I tell him, laughing as my cheeks go red.
He grins wickedly. “You fucking loved it.”
I really,reallydid. I keep laughing as he tucks himself into my side, his breath evening out bit by bit.
“You’re everything I want, too, Noah. You’re my favorite person,” I tell him, before asking, “can I tell you a secret?”
“Always,” he replies, looking up at me.
It feels silly to admit, to say out loud, but for some reason, I feel like I have to tell him. “When we were young, especially when we’d talk about books… You were always much quieter with me than anyone else, and I always thought—” I laugh at myself, feeling embarrassed. “Well, I always thought you should have been my best friend instead of Aiden’s. I know that’s silly, but… I guess, I dunno, I always thought we were supposed to be friends.”
I finish with an awkward shrug, and when I look at Noah, he has the most pleased look on his face. “You are my best friend, Gabe. Have been for quite a while now. You always will be.”
