Page 27 of Saving Noah

“Too much? Too fast?” Zach asked.

“Too perfect.”

Zach smiled at Noah’s enthusiasm and the expressions of pleasure that Noah sent him. The heavy breathing. The nibbling of his bottom lip. The soft sounds. All of it. Zach soaked up everything Noah offered him as he continued using his fingers to stretch that tight hole. Every few seconds, he’d pushed against Noah’s prostate just to watch him come unglued. When he felt confident Noah had had enough and even more confident that his body couldn’t take any more teasing without spontaneously combusting, he withdrew his fingers so he could suit his cock up with a condom.

Unable to stop himself, he leaned forward and clamped his teeth on Noah’s neck, biting and sucking until blood rose to the surface, leaving a beautiful love bruise. It might be considered animalistic, but Zach needed to mark Noah ashis.

“I gotta…I gotta…” Noah either didn’t know what he wanted or didn’t know how to ask for it. That was okay; Zach knew exactly what he wanted and needed.

“Easy, babe,” he murmured against his neck. “I’ve got you.” Zach wrapped his hand around the back of Noah’s neck and pulled him forward so he would have access to those plump lips. He didn’t normally kiss his lovers—kissing generally led to bonds he didn’t want—but Zach didn’t hesitate when it came to Noah. Hehadto claim those lips…had to taste the lusciousness that had been made just for him.

So, he kissed him—kissed him with every ounce of lust, frustration, anger, and desire he’d been suffering through since the first moment he’d laid eyes on his hot neighbor. He was determined to conquer and claim Noah, from top to bottom, inside and out. His fingers slipped back inside the tight channel, searching and finding the bundle of nerves that made Noah growl and then whimper. Noah tasted like heaven. Like youth and innocence. Noah tasted likehis. That was the only way to describe what he felt; Noah belonged to him.

Unable to hold back much longer and knowing how badly he needed to be buried inside Noah, he pulled his fingers out. “Set the pace, babe. I don’t want to push you too hard this time. You need to be in control, because I can’t trust myself not to fuck you past the point of painful.”

“Shit,” Noah hissed as his blue eyes dilated from either the sight of Zach’s cock or from the threat hanging in the air between them. Gingerly, he leaned forward and started to reach back to position Zach’s cock against his entrance but then paused. “It’s been a while since I’ve done…anything,” he said, either as a warning to Zach or to himself. “That”—Noah nodded toward his cock—“may be more than I can handle.”

“Come on, babe. Do what feels good.Onlywhat feels good.”

Noah’s teeth caught his bottom lip again, tugged, and then let go for him to say, “Thank you for kissing me, Doc. I could tell it’s really not your thing. Itismy thing, so…thanks.”

Shit. Was he a bad kisser? Did you lose a skill when it wasn’t used? Zach’s face heated. He wanted everything about this encounter, their first time together, to be perfect for Noah, but it sounded like he’d already messed it up. “Sorry, babe. I’ll work on my technique.”

Noah frowned for a second and then said, “No! That’s not what I meant. You seemed tense, kinda like you were making yourself take a dose of medicine. Hell, Doc, there wasn’t a damned thing wrong with your technique. You made my toes curl and cock melt. Trust me, the skill level is off the charts. I just…I thought… I’ll stop talking now,” he finished.

“I love your sassy mouth. I love your whimpers, moans, and growls. I love the way you bite your bottom lip when you’re nervous or trying to be quiet. I love how you taste. Hell, Noah, you’re a walking wet dream. Now, ride my cock. Please,” he added sweetly, hoping Noah took the hint before he took over for him.

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Noah braced himself on his knees, placed one hand on Zach’s shoulder, and reached behind himself to wrap his hand around Zach’s cock. It was fucking huge…and hot. Even through the condom, heat radiated from the thick cock. There was absolutely no way in hell he would ever admit it to Zach, but he’d only had anal sex three times in his life, and it had been with the same person.

Oh, and his one-time partner damned well didn’t have a huge cock. No, he did not. They’d been more friends than lovers, experimenting on each other mainly to avoid looking like fools when they finally had the chance to experience the ‘real’ deal. How was he supposed to know the real deal wouldn’t happen until he was in his twenties and his lover would have a fucking python dick?

None of his three experimental sexual encounters had been with him going cowboy-style either. It’d been sloppy and fast, him on his hands and knees with Trevor pounding into him from behind. Well, maybe not exactly pounding, but poor Trevor had given it his best effort.

Playing with his own cock with Zachary’s gray eyes watching him so closely would feel strange. Of course, he’d still do it, but that didn’t make it less awkward.

Trying to act like he knew exactly what he was doing, he positioned the mushroom head against his puckered hole, closed his eyes, and said a quick prayer to a god that had stopped listening to him long ago, then lowered himself onto Zach’s weapon of choice. He tried and failed to hold back a whimper of pain when the bulbous head popped inside, stretching him straight past the edge of discomfort.

He needed to get a grip. The last thing he wanted was Zach to back off before they even really got started. Noah wasn’t going to let it happen. Hell to the absolutely not. He could do this. He took a deep breath and concentrated on relaxing his muscles. When that didn’t work, he clenched his eyes closed even tighter and just made it happen.

All. Nine. Inches.

His eyes watered. No…it was tears.

He needed to wave a white flag and scream retreat at the top of his lungs. Unfortunately, he couldn’t breathe, much less wave a flag or scream. Oxygen would be needed for both of those things. But oxygen, like his courage, had deserted him.

“Shit, babe,” Zach barked. “Slow! You were supposed to do that slowly.” Zach caressed his back and the sides of his arms, soothing him.

Noah dropped his head against Zach’s forehead and tried to breathe. Failed.

Finally, he managed to say, “I’m good. Everything’s good.” The words were nothing more than a big fat lie, but his embarrassment over his lack of experience and ability drove him to say stupid shit…do stupid things like force nine inches straight into his ass all at once.

“Everything isnotgood, Noah,” Zach challenged. “I think you’re crying. Are you crying? Why did you do that? The lube was there to help, not work miracles. What were you thinking?”

“Stop talking,” Noah ordered. “Just stop talking. Give me a minute, okay? What the fuck do you do? Rub growth cream on that monster every morning before work and every night before bed?”

Even through the haze of pain, Noah didn’t miss the uptick at the corner of Zach’s lips. The bastard tried to rein it in before Noah saw it, but failed miserably. Noah was in so much trouble. Zach was already hesitant to give him what he wanted because it was damned clear the older man hadn’t thought he was mentally capable of handling a sexual relationship. With this last display of stupidity, he’d just proven he probably wasn’t even capable of a physical relationship, much less mental. Fuck it seven ways to Sunday. He had to get his shit together before Zach called an end to the entire thing.

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