“Let me get you ready?” he murmurs.
I nod, lying back on the bed, pulling him with me. The bed dips under our combined weight. He pushes my shirt up, and I pull it over my head. He kisses down my chest, every press of his lips deliberately tender. By the time his mouth hits my stomach, my thighs are already trembling.
He tugs my pants and briefs off, slowly, making me feel every second of it. When I’m naked, he steps off the bed and shucks his shorts and tank off, then reaches for the drawer. When I see the bottle of lube, my pulse hammers. It’s not fear, it’s the anticipation of what we’re about to share.
He lifts a condom from the drawer and holds it between two fingers with his eyebrow raised. We talked about it briefly, but we never actually said if we would go without. The choice is mine, like always, when it comes to Noah.
I look at the condom for a long moment, the thought of feeling Noah inside me, no barrier, makes my cock jerk, and I shake my head quickly. He gives me one of those wicked smirks that make my stomach flutter.
He climbs back onto the bed, settling on his knees between my thighs. “You good?” he asks, his thumb brushing my hipbone.
“Yeah,” I say, breath catching. “I want it. I want you.”
He leans down and brushes his mouth against my cheek. “If you change your mind and you say stop, we stop. Nothing happens between us that you don’t want.”
His words wash over me, and my limbs go loose as I melt into the bed, spreading my legs further. “I know.”
The first press of his slick finger against my rim has me gripping the sheets and tensing. It’s a silly reaction, he’s touched me there before, but knowing where this is going makes it all feel different.
Noah drags his lips over my collarbone, licking lightly. “It’s just me and you, baby. I’ll never hurt you.”
I let out a shuddering breath and thread my fingers through his hair, relaxing my limbs.
“Yeah, Blue. I know.”
He massages me in slow circles, pulling whimpering noises from me. The tip of his finger slips inside me, and the feeling is sharp for a second, but his hand on my waist is grounding, his voice a gravelly rumble full of lust.
“Such a good boy. You’re doing perfect.”
I sigh in pleasure as he works that one finger inside me, rotating, retreating, and advancing to the first knuckle, then the second. He crooks his finger, and I jolt in the bed, theelectric feeling thrumming through my whole body. Noah sighs in pleasure, and he sucks one nipple into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the stiffening bud.
A shaky sound slips out of me, half whine, half demand. “More.”
He moves down my body, kissing the inside of my thigh before sliding a second finger in, moving slowly, curling just enough to make my toes flex. Heat sparks through my belly as he hits my prostate again, firmer now.
“Fuck,” I gasp, hips twitching against his hand.
He makes the most erotic sound I’ve heard from him yet. “Baby,” he says, voice full of wonder. “I can’t believe you just said fuck. So fucking sexy.” His laugh is low, breath hot against my skin. “I love when you tell me what you want.”
“Iliterallyjust asked you to fuck me in the hall,” I laugh.
His chuckle reverberates against my hip. “That’s not the same as cursing during sex. So much hotter.”
I smile, letting myself relax further into his touch, letting myself feel how careful he is, how much he wants me to enjoy it.
“I’m ready,” I tell him, and the neediness in my voice doesn’t even embarrass me. He kisses my stomach, face nuzzling into the trail of hair below my belly button.
He shakes his head. “One more. I don’t wanna hurt you.”
His earnest words make me ache. He looks up at me, and his gaze is so honest, my eyes sting. I run my thumb under his eye and give him a sweet smile, nodding.
By the time he adds a third finger, working me open, I’m not thinking about nerves anymore. Just need.
“Please,” I beg, reaching for him. “I need you.”
“Soon, baby, let me enjoy playing with this tight little hole,” he croons, and I feel ready to explode. He scissors his fingers, putting pressure on my prostate, making me cry out loudly, “Oh, god.”
He lifts his head, smirking as he winks at me. “Just me and you here, but you can call me whatever you like.”
