Page 29 of Saving Noah

“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come, Zach,” he said, as if the other man weren’t capable of seeing what was happening to his body. “Oh fuck. This is too much. This is…”

After that, Noah had no idea what he said. Hell, it probably wasn’t even real words. He didn’t care. The pleasure coursing through him was the only thing he cared about. He’d never been so alive in his life. His own sweat dripped off his forehead and slipped into his eyes. He heard his ass slapping against Zach, knew he writhed like a whore on his lover’s lap. None of it mattered, though. The only thing that mattered was he belonged to Zach.

Zach owned his body, taking what he’d never given to another person. There would be no turning back after this.

He heard Zach roar his release a split second before large hands clamped down on his hips, holding him in a bruising grip, leaving him powerless to do anything other than feel Zach’s huge cock twitching inside him as he came. Warmth filled the condom, and Noah wanted the barrier to vanish, to have nothing between them. He wanted Zach’s cum inside him. As he pictured the thought in his head, his own cock erupted in an orgasm so powerful it caused strange whimpering sounds to spill from his mouth. Ribbons of his spunk coated Zach’s chest, over and over again. Holy fuck, he’d been saving up for that one.

One minute or ten minutes passed—Noah didn’t have a clue how much time. He collapsed against Zach’s chest, the other man’s softening cock still lodged inside him and Noah’s cum trapped between them, making them sticky and icky.

It felt perfect.

When he did finally return to the land of the living, he whispered, “Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.” His fucking teeth chattered. Embarrassed, he tried to clamp his mouth together, but it would have taken a miracle from God to keep him from showing Zach just how satisfied he was. As his lips continued to quiver, he realized there was going to be no intervention from God on this day.

More incoherent words tumbled from his lips when Zach gathered him closer and then stood, still holding Noah and his cock still buried inside. Noah’s only response was to wrap his legs around Zach’s waist and his arms around Zach’s neck. He’d just add this moment to the long list of embarrassing things he’d done. He’d like to think he could stand on his own two feet like a grown man, but if Zach set him down, he would melt into a big messy puddle of I’ve-been-fucked-to-oblivion.

Zach, on the other hand, appeared to be as strong and manly powerful as usual as he carried Noah down the hallway, turned down the bedspread, and then carefully withdrew his soft cock so he could lay Noah onto the bed. He kissed Noah’s forehead and whispered, “I’m going to grab something to clean us up. I’ll be right back.” He started to walk off, but turned back and said, “You were perfect, Noah—just like I knew you would be.”

If Noah were a cat, he would have purred. Instead, he snuggled into the blankets.

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