Slade reached over him, wrapped firm, slick fingers around Noah’s cock, and pumped.
The pain faded, leaving something much better instead: a sense of fullness, the reminder of who lay behind him, giving him exactly what he needed. Stroked from outside and from within. Sensations, scents, Slade’s quiet grunts, and Noah’s lustful moans came together so perfectly.
They established a rhythm, rocking in time. Noah no longer saw the faces of the two men in the magazine but himself and Slade. Tension of another kind built. No! This couldn’t be over so fast! Too late! No stopping Noah’s climax now.
“That’s it,” Slade murmured into Noah’s ear. “Cum for me. I’ll be right there.”
The tempo fell, rhythm faltering. Slade grunted, working Noah faster. Noah hovered on edge, reaching, reaching… he came, shooting onto the bedspread, his channel flexing around Slade’s cock. So good. So damned good.
Slade roared a moment later, muscles seizing. He jerked, moaning out Noah’s name. At last he stilled, breaths hot against Noah’s ear.
Noah lay in Slade’s arms, coming down from an orgasmic high the likes of which he’d never imagined.
Slade dropped kisses on his neck and shoulders. “You did great. You okay?”
“Better than okay.” Noah’s fuzzed-out brain lacked the energy to string more words together. The smile might never leave his face.
Gradually, their heart rates fell and breathing evened, with Noah wrapped in Slade’s arms. Slade slowly pulled out. The resulting sting took Noah by surprise. He winced.
“Sore?” Slade asked.
“A little.” Not what Noah’d expected from the videos.
“Wait right here.”
As if Noah would be going anywhere soon, with his weak arms and legs. The sound of running water came from the bathroom. Slade returned with a warm washcloth and gently cleaned Noah.
Afterward, he turned out the light and crawled into bed, once more wrapping his arm around Noah from behind. “How’d we compare to your magazine?”
Noah fell asleep before answering.
The magazine had nothing on Slade.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Afterbreakfast,SladegaveNoah his new clothes.
“You didn’t have to!” While Noah’s words said no, the light in his eyes told another story, and he insisted on modeling each item.
Happy Noah made Slade happy too. When had he last gotten excited over a new shirt? Well, never. He’d accepted new clothes as a given.
Noah modeling the skimpy briefs? Score!
“I’ll cook dinner,” Noah said. “You’ve been cooking for us. I want to do something for you.”
“If you want to. What are you planning?”
The sparkle in Noah’s eyes might not bode well. Then again…
Slade made a run to town and returned to find the property manager’s wife sitting on his porch…
Petting his dog.
Oh, shit.
“What a good boy. You’re such a good boy,” the woman cooed. She glanced up at Slade’s approach. “What’s his name?”
The “good boy” rolled his eyes. At least Noah put the collar on before shifting.
