He’s so tight around me, gripping, clenching.
“You’re perfect,” I breathe, and feel the quiver that rolls through him as he makes this low, broken sound that tests my control. I lean down and lick a wet stripe over his tattoo, savoring the taste of him.
“So fucking good,” he groans, and looks back at me over his shoulder. The sight of him flushed, lips parted, watching me with those lust-drunk eyes… he’s better than any fantasy I could ever conjure in my mind. And he’smine.
I slam into him again, and he bites into the pillow with a grunt.
I want him inside me. I need it. I use my free hand to grab the lube; it’s awkward to get open, but I manage it without too much fumbling. Then I reach back, slick fingers finding my hole, and I start stretching myself open while I’m still fucking him from behind.
The motion makes my pace falter, and Noah notices instantly.
His voice is a rasp. “Gabe. You’re—fuck, you’re fingering yourself while you fuck me?”
I bite back a groan, pressing deeper into him before I answer. “I need you, Noah. Want you inside me so bad,” I pant, “but I need to come inside you first.”
“Fuck,” he groans again, his hand clutching the sheets tightly as he moves back onto my cock. Then, in a voice like gravel, “You’re so fucking hot, baby. Driving me out of my damn mind.”
His words light me up, and I can’t help the deep, filthy moan that rips from my throat when I add another finger, working myself open in time with my thrusts. It’s definitely impacting my rhythm, but Noah doesn’t seem to mind at all.
He’s watching like the sight of me touching myself while I’m inside him is the most erotic thing he’s ever seen.
“Gabe,” he pants, voice cracking on my name. “Love you inside me.”
My vision goes hazy at that, everything in me coiling tight. I grip his hip harder with my free hand, grounding myself, but the tension between us has stretched razor thin.
“You feel incredible,” I pant, leaning forward to press my forehead against his sweaty shoulder.
Noah’s trembling beneath me, his deep sounds filling the space. He looks back again, mouth parted, eyes wild. I give in, pulling my fingers free and bracing both hands on his hips, driving into him deeper, harder, until I’m right there.
“Yes!” he hisses as my cock pulses inside him.
I stay buried inside him as I come, gasping against the sweat-damp skin of his back. Noah lets out this raw, primal sound, his hand reaching blindly behind him, clutching at my thigh to keep me inside him.
For a moment, we just breathe, tangled and shaking, both of us sweaty and wanting more. Because we’re not done yet.
I ease back, letting myself slip free, and Noah collapses forward, chest rising and falling fast. He turns his head to catch my gaze again, and there’s a look there that sends a fresh wave of heat straight through me.
He looks ruined in the most perfect way—flushed cheeks, damp hair curling against his forehead, lips shaped into a pleased grin. My cum is still inside him, and that thought alone has arousal stirring in my belly even though I just came.
“Fuck me, Noah.”
The way his expression changes is devastating. A mix of want, love, and barely restrained hunger.
I shift back onto my knees and gesture for him to move. He rises slowly, pushing himself upright, and our foreheads brush briefly as we trade positions until I’m lying on my back. Noah kneels between my spread thighs. His hand slides to the back of my neck, but he doesn’t move until I nod.
“I’m ready,” I whisper breathlessly.
His jaw flexes, his Adam’s apple bobbing. He drops his gaze, watching as I recline against the pillows and lift one leg, resting my heel on his shoulder to open myself up for him. My heart is pounding, but I’ve already prepped myself—I’m ready to take him.
Noah’s hand wraps around the base of his cock, coating himself in lube. His voice is ragged when he finally says, “That was unreal. Finger fucking yourself while you had that fat cock in my ass. You’re a dream, Gabe. My dream.”
The words settle over me, and I whine, “Please. I need you. Right now.”
He lines himself up, the blunt head of his cock nudging against my rim, and when he presses forward, my whole body arches involuntarily. I feel every inch of him as he slides into me. He’s thick, filling me in a way that forces my breath out in a shaky moan, and has me gripping the pillow above my head
Noah freezes once he’s fully seated, his forehead dropping to my calf, his breath coming out harsh and uneven. His fingers clutch at my hips like he’s barely holding on.
“Every fucking time,” he mutters, almost to himself. “You feel—fuck, Gabe—you feel incredible.”
