A shaky laugh escapes me, and I feel myself clenching around his fingers. That draws his gaze to where he’s still scissoring me open, and his mouth pops open as his chin meets his chest.
He exhales a deep, “Oh, fuck. That’s hot.”
All traces of amusement leave me, desperation taking over. “Now, Noah. I need you,” I demand.
He nods as he pulls his fingers free, reaching for the wipes he left there. It kind of makes me want to laugh again, but then he crawls up to kiss me again, and that urge fades, replaced with pure carnal need. His mouth is soft, but his eyes are black. Nobody has ever looked at me like he does, a combination of adoration and want.
“I’m yours, Gabe. Always.”
It’s a heady thing, hearing those words from someone like Noah.
I push him back on the bed and straddle his hips. His cock slides between my crease, and the feel of that alone has me dizzy. He grabs the lube, reaching around me to slick himself up, brushing the remainder on my rim. His hands come back to my thighs as I brace a hand on his chest and reach back. I grab his cock and stroke him, watching his face slacken with pleasure. Then I line him up, my thighs shaking. When I start to sink down—inch by inch—I hold eye contact, the stretch makes me bite my lip hard, breath whooshing out of me.
“Fuck,” Noah groans, voice strangled, hands gripping my thighs a little harder. “You feel unreal. So hot, so tight around me.”
I have to stop halfway, panting, the burn deep and consuming. Noah slides a hand up my side, murmuring, “You okay?”
“Yeah. Just—I need a second.” I croak.
“Take all the time you need,” he says, tracing patterns into my hip now. “I just want you to feel good.”
That steadiness, the quiet reverence in his tone, relaxes my body further. I sink the rest of the way down, until he’s buried fully inside me, my ass flush with his hips.
Noah’s head hits the pillow, his jaw tense. “Fuck, baby. You’re wrapped so tight around me. I’ve never—fuck—I’ve never felt anything like this.”
The fullness makes me ache, makes me shiver, but it’s delicious. I clench around him on purpose, just to feel the way his cock pulses inside me. His answering groan is ragged. I roll my hips, and the sensation slams into me. Sparks shoot up my spine, my breath catching on a whine.
“Look at you,” Noah rasps, eyes glued to me. “Riding me bare. Taking all of me. Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
Heat flushes through me, embarrassment nowhere to be found—only want, only pride. My cock bounces against my stomach as I start to move, slowly at first, and Noah’s gaze drops to it instantly.
“Look at that big, fat cock bounce.” His voice full of wonder. My face burns, and I can’t hold back the sounds coming from me. Every thrust, every filthy word from him, feeds into something deeper.
Confidence. Hunger. Trust. Love.
Freedom.
“Yes,” he urges, fingers digging into my hip harder than he usually would, and I like the feeling. “Take what you want, baby. Use me.”
Every nerve in my body feels like a live wire. Everything feels heated and electric. I can feel him everywhere. It isn’t just pleasure—though it’s already building hot in my belly—it’s this connection we have. It’s wildly intense. A feeling I never knewwas possible between two people. It’s his heartbeat under my palm, his gaze locked on mine, every inhale and exhale we share.
And for the first time in years, I’m not thinking about holding back or hiding what I want. I’m taking it. Taking what he gives so freely. Takinghim. I can see everything in his eyes, the awe there, the hunger. Not just for my body, but for me. I’ve never felt more wanted in my life.
The rhythm settles into something deeper—slow rolls of my hips, grinding down until I feel him throb inside me, then circling, teasing both of us. I test how far I can lean back before the angle shifts, how deep I can take him before the stretch borders on unbearable.
Every time I change the pace, Noah reacts like I’ve rewired him. Carnal sounds, his fingers clutching me, his head rolling back on the pillow. It’s like I’m playing him, learning which notes make him break.
I catch sight of the mirror across the room, the light from the lamp illuminating its surface. From this angle, I can see my body move above his, his cock disappearing inside me with every shift of my hips. The sight alone almost makes me come.
I lean forward, grab his chin, and turn his face toward it. “Look.”
Noah’s eyes hit the reflection, and the sound he makes is guttural. “Oh, fuck. Gabe—fuck, look at us. Look atyou.”
I can’t tear my eyes away either. My own reflection hypnotizing me—sweat-damp skin, my cock bouncing heavy against my stomach, my body stretched around him. And him beneath me, wide-eyed, mouth open, groaning like he’s never seen anything better in his life.
There’s a spark, a crack—and suddenly, I’m not careful anymore. I’m not measured.
I’m ravenous.
