Page 56 of Echoes of Us

“What happened to the inappropriate PDA? Taking the show on the road?” she joked.

Colin collapsed into giggles.

“Fuck off,” Noah said, pulling on my hand and locking his eyes on mine. “Come on, let’s go.”

I waved goodbye to them and threw an apologetical look at Colin. I searched for Ezra, but he had his back to us, which wasn’t necessarily bad. Noah got a car on his phone, and we practically raced back to his apartment, spending the whole ride making out, probably scarring the driver for life.

The elevator opened and closed, and I pressed and kissed him against it. His fingers tangled in my hair, and he held me close. The keys dropped to the floor. I grabbed him by his waist, pushing my hands under his shirt and feeling the skin of his back.

“If I’d known that’s what I had to do to get you like this, I would have done it long ago,” he said.

I kissed him again, never feeling such urgency before. I needed him so much right now. I just wanted to have him close, to touch him, make him make more of the sounds he kept letting escape past his lips. He pushed me back, grabbed my hand, and walked me to the couch.

“Your room,” I said as we passed it.

He pushed me to sit on the couch and climbed over me. He flung his shirt off, and I took him in, from his chest to the flat V of his abdomen.

“Fuck that. Now keep kissing me like you were,” he said.

I grabbed his neck and swept him back down towards me, crashing our mouths together. He tugged my shirt off, too, breaking our kiss for a second before returning to it. I ran my hands over his back and kissed him down to hisneck, over his collarbone, biting softly on it. He moaned. Shit.

“Noah,” I breathed out.

He claimed my lips once more. “Do whatever you want to do to me, Atty, anything,” he said against me.

Fuck, I wanted him so much. I pushed him to sit next to me and kneeled on the floor in front of him, pulling his legs, drawing him close to me. I kissed him hungrily, not letting him move away from me. He responded perfectly, clinging to me, grabbing my hair, and tugging me roughly to him too. I let go of his legs and reached for the buttons of his jeans, undoing them and easing the zipper down. He stopped to look at me. His lips were parted and glistening with spit. He looked so fucking good. He nodded, and I let my hand drift inside his underwear, grabbing him.

His eyes fluttered closed, and he moaned at the contact. “Fuck yes,” he said, and his hands tightened on my hair like he couldn’t take how good it felt.

I loved making him look like that. I wanted to pull more sounds out of him. I moved my hand, stroking him roughly, and he moaned again. I nudged his pants down with my free hand, getting him out of them a bit more so I could stroke him properly. I leaned back to his lips, but he kept losing focus on the kiss, opening his lips and just panting into my mouth. It was so good. He looked so good wrecked like this.

I tried picking up the pace, and he assented, his eyes closed, and his shoulders pushed up. There was too much friction, which I was sure was uncomfortable. I kissed his jaw and started moving down his neck, over his chest, feeling the gold chain cold against my lips. I tugged on his hips again with my free hand to get him to sit on the edge of the couch, almost falling from it.

I leered down at him, at his cock in my hand, and I licked my lips. I glanced up at his face and then back down. I closed my lips and worked my tongue in my mouth to fill with spit.I leaned down closer to him and spit on him and my hand, letting it drop down before stroking him again without the friction.

Noah moaned loudly, his hands in my hair tightening almost painfully. He pulled, making me look up at his wide green eyes.

“What?” I licked my lips.

“Did you just spit on my dick?” he panted.

I nodded, and he closed his eyes as I picked up the pace.

“Fuck, that’s so fucking hot.” He moaned again.

I smiled to myself and looked back at him. Leaning down, I licked the head, wiping a bead that had formed there, and felt him shiver.

“Fuck,” he let out again, his voice cracking.

I shifted lower and licked over his balls. He groaned, and I smiled, doing it again, my hand still working him quickly. I knew the rhythm I liked and tried my best to keep it for him, stopping and then starting back up fast.

He ran his hands over my shoulders, his nails biting into my skin. “Atty,” he moaned, making me feel incredibly uncomfortable trapped in my jeans.

I loved the way my name sounded on his lips. I licked the tip again, letting my tongue rest there, breathing on him, while my hand moved over him.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” he said, his legs tightening at my sides.

I leaned away to look at his face as he finished. His eyes were closed tightly, head thrown back, shoulders up, and chest panting. He looked amazing. I felt the wetness on my hand and placed it over him to catch it, feeling it dribble over my skin.

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