“Not what I meant smart-ass,” I grumble back.
“So take your time with me,” Noah says, positioning himself over me on the mattress. He pulls back so our eyes can meet again. Something dark and serious flickers across his rugged features. His full mouth pouts a little. “But if you do want to… be with me for a while then it’s only me. I don’t want to share. If someone knocks on your hotel room door again, this ends.”
“No one would have knocked on my hotel room door if I thought I had the chance to have you in there with me,” I tell him. He smiles at that. Noah has a great fucking smile. But it disappears as he kisses me long and hard. I break it but he tugs greedily on my bottom lip.
“So you’re mine then? For now?”
“Yeah rookie.” I let that silly hope leak out into my heart, filling it. “I’ll give this a shot.”
“Stop calling me rookie,” Noah grumbles as his lips kiss their way down my chest.
“You are a rookie.” I run a hand over his head, sifting my fingers through his silky blond hair. “At this.”
I smile. He glares up at me as he hooks his hands into the waistband of my boxer briefs. “Okay well, not for long.”
I lift my hips to help him get my briefs and pajama bottoms down my legs. Noah is not messing around. He pulls them right off and throws them not he ground. I sit up as he settles between my legs. I cup the back of his neck, give him a bruising kiss, and whisper, “Have you ever?”
“No.”
“Not in college? Not ever?” I find that hard to believe. When I first started having real desires for a man, I was sixteen. I kissed a guy four and a half months later. Yeah my fear of people judging me, mainly my parents, kept me from doing much more than kissing and groping until I was in college but that was three years. Noah says he started feeling things when he saw me with that guy. That was seven years ago. Seven years and he hasn’t tried it out?
“No. Not even a fucking kiss until last night.”
“Why?” I can’t help but ask.
He leans in, kisses me, and whispers. “I wanted it to be you.”
No one has ever wanted it to be me. I’m… well yeah. I like it. I cup his face because he’s suddenly gone a little skittish and is pulling away and averting his eyes. “I want it to be me too.”
He reaches between us and grabs my hard cock. I swallow a groan. His touch is pure relief. I can still feel he’s a little skittish, but I also know it’s not because he doesn’t want me. He’s just new. A rookie. But I bite back the word so I don’t say it again. He’ll take it as a taunt and I don’t want to taunt him. This is big for him and I want him to feel supported.
I run my hands into his hair and kiss his neck as he continues to stroke me, until he says, “I want you to stand.”
And so I get up off the bed, facing him. My cock hard and leaking in front of him. He swings his legs around and gets off he bed, dropping to his knees in front of me. This is clearly a fantasy he needs to fulfill. And I am perfectly fine with it. In fact, I’ve died and gone to heaven. Noah is everything I never thought I could have.
His hand is back around my cock and my breath hitches as I watch his mouth open. His tongue touches my tip and I have to bite my fist to keep from groaning so loud the entire block wakes up.
CHAPTER 8
NOAH
He’s heavy and salty. His skin is soft and hot. I decide to just go for it, so in one fell swoop I touch my tongue to his tip, across his leaking slit, and then I simply slide him all the way into my mouth. Well, as far as I can go, which is about a little more than half. And then I gently suck as I pull back. He slips out of my mouth with a quiet, wet pop. And I go right back to it.
I like it. No. I fucking love it. Especially when, on my fourth pass, Luke hisses out a “Baby” and twists my hair in his needy fingers. That’s when I dare to look up. His head is tipped back and his mouth is open and the want on his handsome face has softened his sharp features. He looks younger and vulnerable and needy. And it’s because of me and I swear to god that makes me so hot I might die. I grab his shaft at the base and take him deeper into my mouth and now his thighs tremble. “Noah, baby, I’m going to... if you don’t want?—”
I release him, but only long enough to respond with, “I want.”
And then I wrap my lips around him again and suck. His fingers tug my hair and before his body even tenses I feel the first spurt hit my tongue. It’s a lot, and the flavor is intense but not in a bad way. None of this is bad. It’s all a dream come true. Literally. Luke steps back and stumbles, his ass landing on the mattress.
I wipe my mouth and grin. Because this is crazy and overwhelming but I’m not feeling crazy or overwhelmed. I feel… peace. Contentment. And like if I don’t come I’ll fucking die. My hand moves into my pajamas. But Luke slides off the bed and grabs my forearm, pulling my hand away. He kisses me, his tongue sweeping into my mouth possessively. I know he can taste himself and I groan at the thought.
“Shut up,” Luke hisses but he’s smiling against my mouth. “I’m not going to give you head unless you promise to be quiet. This is not the way your family needs to find out.”
“Right. Oops.” I smile but it drops when my honey brain finally focuses on the important part of that sentence. “Did you just offer to suck me off?”
“You got a better way to get rid of that monster erection tenting you pajamas?” he asks, all cocky and calm just like that college kid under the mistletoe in my dining room.
I smile and he winks and pushes me back onto the worn rug. I let him yank my pajamas down and move between my legs. And then his hand is around my cock and there’s nothing but the warm, wet heat of his mouth.
