Page 150 of Best Served Cold

He grinned. “True.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” I had to ask. “I’m probably the worst person to date. I have no idea how to be someone’s boyfriend, and we both know I’m going to fuck up.”

“I will too.” Noah scooted closer, so we were pressed up against each other, our faces so close I couldn’t make out his features. “I’ve never dated anyone before. Never wanted to. But I want to be with you.”

“I guess we can figure it out together?” My voice cracked, betraying my nerves.

“Yeah. Together.” He pressed a soft kiss against my lips.

I melted against him. I’d wanted to kiss him all day but wasn’t sure if I should.

He rumbled deep in his chest and slicked his tongue over my lip. Sighing, I threw my leg over his hip and pressed our cocks together.

He was half hard, and feeling him grow to full mast as I did sent a rush of need through me.

I sank into his kisses, not wanting to push for more if his mind wasn’t there. I loved how big and solid he was, how it felt like he could wrap me up and surround all of me.

He was…he was everything.

Noah moaned and shifted his weight. I went with him, lying back so he could lie over me. We had to wiggle and shimmy in order to get horizontal, and we were both laughing by the time we settled.

“Your bed is so small,” he muttered between kisses.

“Or are we just really big?”

He cupped my cock through my boxers. “Well, you’re definitely big.”

“Not as big as you.” I stroked my palm over his length.

He groaned and pressed into my hand.

“Get naked and lie back.” I kissed the tip of his nose, which made him huff out a laugh.

It took a lot of rolling, shifting, and moving out of each other’s way, but we got our clothes off and tossed them onto the floor.

Gently, I pushed Noah down so he was on his back.

“Zane?”

“Can I suck you?” I knelt over him.

“Yeah.” He ran his hand through my hair, pushing back a lock that had fallen over my eye. “If you want to.”

“I want to.” I straddled his thick thighs and gripped his base.

“Ungh,” he groaned as I sucked on his piercing. “Yeah, just like that.”

I curled my tongue around his head, then drew it into my mouth. I loved going down on him, and it wasn’t just because I knew he enjoyed it. The feel of him in my hand, the heavy weight of him in my mouth. The way he stretched my lips, his taste. Everything about him turned me on, and making him feel good was still my biggest kink.

He gripped my hair, his broken sighs and stifled moans urging me on. I took my time teasing him, mapping out every inch of his length and using my hand on the part of him I couldn’t get in my mouth. The last time I’d done this for him I’d been trying to prove a point, to make him come hard and fast. This time I wanted to savor it, to show him just how much he meant to me.

“Wait.” He tugged on my hair.

I popped off him. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Just close. Do you want me to finish like this?”

“What do you want?”

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