Page 58 of Noah

His gaze softened, and I could see the shift in him, like a crack in his armor. The laughter from earlier faded into something more genuine.

Noah reached out slowly, his hand brushing against mine.

His fingers tentative at first, but then they curled around mine.

“I’m scared too,” he said, his voice low. “Scared of everything that comes with it. With us.”

“Me too,” I whispered, my heart pounding in my chest as I looked at him, really looked at him.

There was a long silence between us. The air seemed to crackle with unspoken words, the charge of everything we’d ignored hanging heavy.

And then, without warning, I leaned forward, my lips capturing his in a kiss that was slow at first, hesitant, as though we were both testing the waters.

But it didn’t take long before it turned desperate—intense—like we were both trying to make up for the last three days.

For every word we hadn’t said, every moment we’d kept from each other.

When we finally pulled apart, both of us breathing hard, our eyes met, and I saw it—there was no more hesitation, no more fear in his eyes. Just trust.

“Jackson,” he murmured, his voice thick with something I couldn’t quite place, but I could feel it in every inch of me. “Take me to my room. Now.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I stood up, pulling him to his feet, and without another word, we moved toward the bedroom.

The air between us was thick with need, but beneath it, there was something deeper. Something more.

When we finally reached his room, I pushed the door open. We were standing at the edge of something, and I wasn’t sure if it was going to pull us under or set us free.

But in that moment, I didn’t care. I just needed to feel him. To prove to myself that we could be together, that everything we had was real.

I kissed him again, this time with a fevered urgency. Clothes hit the floor. We were fervently kissing each other. I went lower, reaching his member.

Then I took my time, licking and sucking on him until he was hard and ready. Not yet, I told myself, pulling away.

Without me needing to tell him what he wanted, Noah got on all fours and I had a view of that gorgeous ass.

I knew where Noah kept the lube, so I grabbed it from the nearby dresser.

Then I prepped him for my access. I slid one, two digits in him, loving his moans. Finally deeming him ready, I angled my prick inside him.

Then I entered him, slow and good. I started with slow strokes, before building up speed.

Noah clawed at the sheets, urged me to go faster and his wish was my command.

I picked up the pace, reducing us both to panting and needy messes. We moved with a fluid rhythm, as if we’d always been meant to fit together this way.

At my last entry, Noah came. His breath was hot against my skin, and when he whispered my name—just my name—it felt like everything inside of me shifted.

We both collapsed on the bed and I gathered him close.

“Jackson, please,” Noah whispered.

Something primal, something deep, surged to the surface at those words. And without thinking, without hesitation, I marked him.

My teeth sunk into the soft skin of his neck, the taste of him filling me with a fire I couldn’t control.

When I pulled back, breathless, I saw his expression—his eyes wide, pupils blown.

He looked like he was in shock, his hand instinctively reaching up to touch the mark I’d left.

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