Page 126 of Stop and Seek
This was too public. Too manypeople. He didn’t mean now—he didn’t meanright this very second. But when Noah squeezed his dick through the denim, slow and firm, Theo’s brain broke into static.
“Don’t move.”
Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t. He let his face fall into Noah’s shoulder, hiding in the curve of his neck. Skin and cologne filled his nose, mixed with the faintest trace of iron. His mouth watered.
Noah flicked open his jeans, and Theo bit down on his lip—hard. Involuntary. His boxers were soaked, already sticky with precum, and when Noah’s finger slid down the underside of his cock, everything inside Theo clenched. His lungs. His fuckingsoul.
He all but collapsed.
“Mine,” Noah whispered, thumb sliding against the slit in slow agony. “All of you. No refunds, no takebacks. No one else gets to lay a finger on you. Ever.”
Theo moaned into his shirt, muffled and desperate. His hips rolled helplessly into Noah’s hand, chasing every stroke. “Yes,” he gasped. “Yes, yes,fuck.”
But Noah was teasing him—enough pressure to keep Theo writhing, enough to make his thighs tremble. Chasing the high without mercy.
Fucking.
Torture.
Theo was so close to crying, to shoving Noah down onto this squeaky-ass vinyl and riding him until the world collapsed around them. Except moving was an issue. Breathing was anissue. He fisted Noah’s shirt harder, burying the sounds of his moans into skin.
Then Noah’s mouth was at his ear again. “Get up.”
Theo tensed, spine threatening to leave his entire body. He blinked up, and for a second, Noah’s face wasn’t there. Red and purple. Blue that tasted like lemon.
Not real.
“N-now?” Theo’s voice cracked. “No. What?No.” His cockached. He could feel tears starting in the corners of his eyes from how badly he needed more.
“I wanna hear you scream my name when I’m fucking you, baby,” Noah growled, low and gravely. So fucking hot. “We can’t do that here.”
Groaning, Theo flopped forward like he might just die on the spot. There was a possibility. Every part of him throbbed. The air was sticky in his lungs, inhaling honey and smoke machine fog.
Pouting didn’t work. Neither did shoving Noah’s chest.
“Fine,” Theo huffed after a minute. “Fine.”His fingers shook as he tried to fasten his jeans, hands clumsy. His bones didn’t fit inside of his skin anymore.
Every cuss word stayed lodged in his throat—all of them—and he hada lot. His thighs twitched. He could stillfeelNoah’s hand, ghosting over his cock.
And Noah justsat therelike he hadn’t ruined Theo’s entire nervous system in absolutely no time. Grinning that stupid, ridiculous fucking thousand-watt smile.
Blond goddamn asshole.
Getting to his feet was a struggle, but he did it. It felt like it took an extra second for gravity to register. His legs were all wrong now that he was upright, like someone replaced his muscle with neon wire. Noah stood too, hands skimming down Theo’s spine.
Theo didn’t look at him. Couldn’t. If he did, he’d claw at Noah’s face and kiss him at the same time. Bite his tongue off just to taste how much hewanted. He shot Noah one glare anyway. One. Just enough to warn:try me again and I’ll set you on fire.
“There you two are!”
Alyssa’s voice cracked straight through the wet, spinning silence between Theo’s ears, and bounced around his skull. He flinched as he turned, reaching instinctively for Noah’s wrist. Skin to skin. It wasn’tenoughgrounding—but Noah’s pulse under his fingertips helped.
All he could do was focus on Alyssa’s glittery, spiderweb makeup gliding off her face. It was less distracting than Noah shimmering in his peripheral vision.
“I thought I like, lost you for a sec,” Alyssa said. “Worried someone threw you in their trunk and booked it.”
“Noah was—”
Theo blinked, brain tripping. What was the right word? Mad? Turned on? Still nuts, buthotnuts?
