“Fuck,” he groans, crushing his lips to mine in a kiss that leaves me breathless. When he pulls away, his eyes are pure desire, and he grabs my hand, pulling me from the booth.
“What are you doing?” I laugh as he drags me through the crowd to the exit, ignoring our friends as they call out to us.
He ignores me, tapping away at his phone. When hepushes through the exit, there’s an Uber waiting for us, and ten minutes later, we’re locking his bedroom door.
My shirt is whipped off in seconds. Noah shoves me against the door with one hand, while the other pops the button on my jeans. He claims my lips in a bruising kiss.
“I’m gonna need you to do something for me,” he murmurs against my mouth, pushing my jeans down my legs.
“What’s that?” I pant, stepping out of them and kicking them away.
He uses one hand to pull his training top over his head in one swift move, and I swallow as my eyes wash over his chiselled abs. Fuck. His body is mouthwatering. I have a sudden urge to drop to my knees and lick him all over.
As if he can read my mind, he smirks, tensing in a way that has every muscle rippling. A soft groan falls from my lips, my cock leaking in my boxers.
He sucks my lobe into his warm mouth, swirling his tongue as his fingers skate along my ribs. “I want you to wear my number while I fuck you.”
“Christ, Noah.” My voice is strained as I take the shirt from him.
“Show me you’re mine,” he says, sinking to his knees and pressing his lips to my stomach.
My head drops back against the door as he reaches into my boxers and pulls my dick out. I squeeze my eyes shut and breathe through my nose when he swirls his tongue around my tip, groaning as he tastes me.
“Are you going to be a good boy for me, Zac?” His breath is whisper-light on my sensitive flesh, and a shiver wracks through me.
With shaking hands, I pull his shirt over my head, breathing in his heady scent. As the material slides over my feverish body, I watch him suck me into his warm mouth,my fingers tangling in his hair as I thrust my hips to match his movements.
He hums around me, drool running down his chin that he gathers with his fingers before reaching around to massage my hole.
I mutter a curse as he breaches me. My balls draw tight, and I come in hot spurts down his throat. He swallows every drop, licking his lips when he’s done.
He nips my thigh before kissing his way up my stomach. “Mine,” he says, voice gravelly.
“Yours,” I say, pulling him to his feet and kissing him long and deep, tasting myself on his tongue. “So fucking yours.”
He grins against my lips, and despite being half a head shorter than me, he hooks his hands under my arse, lifting me. My thighs wrap around him instinctively, and he devours my mouth as he carries me to his bed, wearing nothing but his training top.
Noah lays me on the bed, hovering over me as he kisses me until I think my lungs are going to explode. When he pulls away, I lean up on my elbows to watch him with hooded eyes.
He steps back from the bed, biting his bottom lip as he unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down his legs. His pierced dick points straight at me as if it knows where he wants to be.
“On your knees,” Noah demands in a hoarse voice as he strokes himself.
“Yes, sir,” I sass, grabbing a couple of pillows to prop under my stomach. I love this dominant version of him. He hid himself away for too long. Seeing him accept who is and take what he wants is hot.
A loud crack precedes a white-hot sting when he slapsmy arse, and I clench around air, groaning in pleasure as my cock stirs awake from the pain.
“Are you going to be smart again?” he growls, massaging the tender flesh.
I mumble something unintelligible, dropping my head into the sheets.
He parts my cheeks and spits on my hole. Every nerve ending in my body lights up as his tongue swirls around the little bud.
“Oh, fuck,” I shout into the sheets, the sensation of his warm, wet tongue thrusting in and out of my hole is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My stomach contracts in waves. I think I’m going to come again.
He hums as he licks me, the vibrations reverberating somewhere inside me. “You like that, Romeo?”
“Fuck, yes,” I grit out, my arse clenching.
