“Up,” I murmur and give his hip a squeeze.
He chuckles and shifts instantly, rising onto his elbows and knees, a sultry grin on his face as he wiggles his ass, making me laugh. I give it a little tap for good measure. All those squats really pay off.
I move into position behind him, palms smoothing his firm ass before resting on his hips. I press my chest to his back as I brush my lips between his shoulder blades.
“I want to make you feel good,” I whisper against his skin.
“It’s you,” he says, glancing back again with that lazy half-smile that melts me. “Everything feels good with you.”
I reach for the lube and coat my fingers.
With my free hand, I knead his ass cheeks, thumb dipping lightly into his crease. I do it again, and again, and again. Until Noah is rocking back, seeking friction that isn’t there.
“Baby, please,” he begs.
I sigh in pleasure, knowing how badly he wants me. The first touch has him exhaling sharply, his forehead dropping to the pillow as I ease one finger in. He’s hot, tight, already fluttering around me. I move slowly, circling and stretching, allowing him to adjust.
Noah moans, hips tilting back, searching for more, but I stay patient, giving him time, murmuring soft words against his skin.
“God, Noah, you’re so gorgeous.”
Two fingers, then three, each touch intentional. Noah’s breath starts becoming heavier, muscles trembling beneath my touch, louder moans breaking free when I curl my fingers just right.
“Gabe…”
“I’ve got you,” I breathe, leaning forward to kiss the back of his neck, then lower, tracing down his spine as I open him with my fingers.
I curl my fingers again, finding that spot that makes him choke on a sound, his hips jerking against my hand. “Fuck,” he all but shouts, his head falling forward like he can’t hold it up anymore.
When I finally pull my hand back, he moves restlessly beneath me. I pour more lube on my cock and line up, one hand braced on his hip while I hold the base of my cock with the other.
I pause, staring down at his hole. Instead of pushing in, I rub the head of my cock over his rim, circling it again and again. He pants loudly into the pillow. I grab the lube, pouring it directlyon my cock as I let it rest within his crease, bringing a hand to each cheek. I force them together as I fuck between them.
“Oh fuck, baby. You’re killing me here. Please,” he whines.
I move faster, enjoying the sensation.
“Please what?” I ask with growing confidence.
My cock catches his rim as I move back and forth between his ass cheeks.
“Please stick that big fucking cock in my ass before I cry!” bursts out of him as he looks over his shoulder with wild eyes, and I have to fight my laugh.
“No crying during sex, if anyone’s going to do that, it’s me,” I respond playfully, making him snort.
I grip the base of my cock and line up.
“Ready?” I whisper.
“Always,” he pants, grinning at me again over his shoulder, pupils blown wide.
I push in slowly, watching his expression the whole time. Noah gasps, his back arching as I sink deeper, inch by careful inch. When I’m fully seated, buried inside him, I stop, giving him time to adjust.
“Fuck, baby,” he groans, voice ragged. “That big cock filling me—fuck, it’s so good every time.”
The words slam through me like lightning. My hands tighten on his hips as I pull back and push in again, going deep enough to drag pleasured sounds from his lips.
His thighs shake as he rocks back to meet every thrust, and I can’t look away—from the flex of his shoulders, the way his back arches.
