Page 89 of Cross My Heart

“No condom,” I tell him as he grabs the lube from the nightstand and then comes back to kneel between my legs. I’m still pulling them up toward my chest, completely exposing myself, and my face heats at how vulnerable I feel. “I want you bare.” I groan as he puts lube on his fingers and thrusts three into me, scissoring them. “Fuck me raw. Own me.”

Noah hums, “Fuck, yes.”

He withdraws his fingers quickly, making me feel empty. But then he coats his cock with lube and suddenly I’m nervous, my stomach filling with manic butterflies. He presses the head to my entrance, slowly giving me inch by inch. The burn is almost unbearable, and the feeling of fullness has me trying to escape him.

“Stop moving, Ty,” he whispers. “Don’t run away from me anymore, love.”

My heart stutters in my chest, and I stay still for him, breathing in deeply. He finally bottoms out, and we moan in unison when his pelvis meets my ass. I feel fuller than I ever have, and I grit my teeth against the sensation.

“You have to fuck me.” I breathe, “Please.”

Noah smirks, rocking back until nothing but the tip is inside of me, then slamming back in. He’s not taking it easy on me like I thought he would, instead, every thrust is as if he’s trying to break me. Break me for all the hurt we’ve caused between us. For all the time wasted. But I’m not intimidated, and I’m not running away. So I spread my legs wider for him and grab onto his ass cheeks, pushing him in further, keeping him closer.

He angles his hips, suddenly hitting my prostate, and my entire body begins to tremble. Pleasure skates down my spine, fire licking at my every nerve ending, and I hold him tighter as he does it over and over again until my eyes feel like they’re going to cross.

“God, yes, don’t fucking stop,” I pant, pressing my heels against the bed and beginning to fuck him back.

“Look at you, Tyler,” Noah whispers, grabbing my legs and putting them over his shoulders. He leans into me, his lips brushing against mine now. “Taking me so fucking good.”

“Noah,” I moan.

“Fuck, if you keep saying my name like that, I’m gonna come.” He thrusts in harder, rattling my bones, pegging my prostate once more. Unintelligible sounds escape me, and he groans. “Tell me you want it. Come on, love. Tell me you want my cum.”

“I want it,” I whine. “Come in my ass.”

Noah moans. “You first. Let me fill you up.”

My body tenses as I wrap my hand around my dick and begin to stroke like my life depends on it. My legs tremble, my back arches off the bed, and my toes curl as the most intense orgasm of my life crashes into me. I’m panting, groaning and moaning. Animalistic sounds come out of me as I keep coming and coming all over my chest and abs, the stickiness getting all over Noah as well. This seems to trigger his orgasm because seconds later he thrusts in twice more and stills, his cock pulsing deep in my ass. I feel the flood of warmth inside of me, foreign but not unwelcome.

Noah pulls out of me all too soon, licking his way down my body, then shoves my legs toward my chest roughly. He runs two fingers through the wetness at my entrance, then dips his head down between my legs. When his tongue licks at my rim, I moan.

“Feed it to me, Ty,” he whispers, then sucks on my rim and groans. “Give me my cum back.”

“Oh, God,” I grunt as I bear down and give him what he wants. He licks me clean, thrusting his tongue in and out of me until I can feel my cock fighting to get hard again. “Noah, please.”

“What, love?”

“You’re driving me nuts.”

“Just how I want you.”

By the time he’s done cleaning me up, my dick is hard again. I don’t act on it though, and neither does he.

“F-fuck,” I whisper. “That was?—”

“Incredible?” Noah asks me with a sinful smirk. “I could tell.”

“I was gonna say life-changing.” I grin. “Goddamn.”

Noah flops down onto the bed beside me and chuckles. I feel the sound in my bones, and I love it so much a smile takes over my face. I know this isn’t an ideal situation, what with me leaving Scarlett and now going through a divorce soon, but I can’t help but be happy too. I have been waiting for this moment for six months now—years if I’m being honest with myself. And I don’t want to wait one more second. I want to be able to call him mine.

“Noah, baby,” I whisper. “I have a question.”

“Why are we whispering?” he asks.

“Because I’m scared,” I admit, and a shiver goes through me. I don’t know what he’s going to say to this, and I’m honestly terrified.

“What is it?” I look over at his face, and his brows are furrowed.

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