Page 29 of Saved By Two

Yeah, I’m being super obtuse, that much is evident.

“Humour me,” I say with a deep growl as I move my mouth to his ear, where I flick out my tongue before tugging on his earlobe and biting down gently, thrusting my groin against his.

“It was pretty much what I said. I asked him to help us locate Mason, and he said he’d be in touch, and I replied with a thank you. It was polite communication.”

I lick the side of his throat, and he shivers. It’s impossible not to love everything about this man, the way he tastes, how he smells—how he feels when he’s wrapped around my hard cock.

The urge to take him is like a predatory need to show him who he belongs to, but I’m aware we also have Jessica in our guest room at the other end of the hallway. I’m not against having sex while visitors stay over, but the circumstances are different in this case.

“Want to go down to the gym for a quick sparring session while Jessica is asleep?”

Having the gym in the basement is definitely one of our better ideas. I push myself up and finish stripping out of my suit. Noah sits up, resting on his elbows, watching me as I grab a pair of workout shorts and pull them on, my erection evident in my boxers.

Then, without a word, I turn and make my way downstairs to the basement. Some of the good things about it is it’s fully air-conditioned, divided into sections for training and has a steam room and hot tub. But the best part is it’s soundproof.

I grab the remote and turn on the sound system but lower the volume as Noah appears in his workout shorts.

“Want to spar?” he asks.

Walking backwards, I move to the small ring in the corner and pull off my socks before slipping under the rope. My eyes are fixated on Noah as he follows suit and joins me.

There’ll be no sparring; neither of us is wearing gloves or mouth guards, for that matter.

I circle Noah, and he watches, his gaze intense, his pupils blown wide. I move towards him until his back hits the rope.

My hand slips under his shorts. “Hmmm, someone forgot their boxers,” I say, bringing the pad of my thumb to the head of his cock, rubbing it over his pre-cum before raising it to my mouth and sucking.

“I’d say sorry, but I know what you need, and they would have just slowed us down.” His fingers find the waistband of my shorts and boxers, and he shoves them down my legs, dropping to his knees right in front of my erect cock.

And then, without any fanfare or warning, he grips my arse cheeks and takes me into his mouth, straight to the back of his throat. I let out a deep groan and throw my head back.

“Fuck.” I grab the crown of his head, running my fingers through his hair before gripping it and tugging him even closer as he slides a hand to my balls. When I look down, he’s already looking up at me expectantly. He knows what I need without me even needing to ask.

“You ready for me to fuck your face?” It's a rhetorical question, but still, he hums his consent, the vibration heavenly against my already throbbing dick.

This man knows how to draw pleasure from me, allowing me to be who I need to be in the moment, and let go of my inhibitions. The way he knows me like no other, and yet he loves me regardless, says so much about him as a person. But the way he trusts me…something about that makes me feel both powerful and cherished.

I slow my thrusts as tears spring to his eyes. Reaching down with the pad of my thumb, I wipe one away and bring it to my mouth, licking off his sweet and salty essence.

His fingers continue to play with my balls, his need to give the release I so desperately crave his intent. I stare down as he pulls himself free with his other hand and begins to stroke up and down his length, matching my punishing thrusts. But I no longer want to come down his throat. Clenching my jaw, I pull out of his mouth and grip myself hard at the base of my dick. I tug on his hair, my fingers still buried in his scalp.

“I want to come together,” I say, my voice deep.

He smiles before licking his lips. I love how swollen they look as he moves to his feet, his fist still wrapped around his dick, his head leaking pre-cum. He’s just as wild for me as I am for him.

Reaching for his hip, I tug him forward, adoring the hitch of his breath as I do, and then I knock his hand away, so we’re flesh on flesh, and he bucks against me.

I’m already wet, having been inside Noah's mouth, so I spit into my palm before pulling back and taking his cock in my hand, lubing him up before wrapping my hand around both our cocks, and then I grind into him. He thrusts back, meeting my every move. Our foreheads touch as we both stare down. Our gyrations become even more erratic, frantic even.

“Don’t you fucking dare come,” I say through clenched teeth. “Not until I say.”

I continue working the both of us, the pressure almost painful as his arousal glistens. He’s so ready to combust at any moment, the way his dick throbs and continues to harden. His nails dig into my arse cheek as he thrusts his hips against mine with wild abandon.

We’re grunting now with every single thrust.

“Who do you belong to?” I growl out, my pleasure and need for release mounting.

He’s about to lose it. I can tell by the way he hardens. “You, always you, Caleb.”

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