Page 130 of Stop and Seek
“Shut up.”
Noah shoved Theo onto his back, one hand wrapped around his throat the way Noah knew he liked. Just a little pressure. Enough to make Theo’s eyes roll back in his head.
“You’re nothing but fuckdoll, aren’t you? Whining and needy—hell, I could ask you to ride my thigh and you’d come. Maybe even say thank you.”
“Fuck. You,” Theo whispered, but there was no bite in it.
Noah’s cock throbbed behind the zipper, painful now, dizzying. His fingers fumbled—too fast, too eager—as he yanked open his jeans with one hand and shoved them down just far enough to get free. He scrambled for the condom in his wallet, nearly dropping it, tearing it open with his teeth. It was already slick, lube clinging to the outside and coating the inside, and he hissed through his teeth as he rolled it on with one hand. Then he pressed forward, dragging his cock between Theo’s cheeks, slow enough to tease but firm enough to make sure he felt every inch.
“You gonna cry for it?” Noah asked.
Theo’s body arched, and Noah didn’t give him time to adjust. He didn’t ask. He shoved in hard, fingers around Theo’s throat pressing hard enough to feel the pulse hammering under his thumb.
Theo inhaled—choked on air—and Noah wrapped an arm around his waist to keep him still. The wet jacket bunched under his elbow. Theo twisted his hands in the sheets and kicked once—just once—but didn’t say stop.
He never said stop.
“Shit,” Noah grunted, sinking all the way. “You feel so good.”
Theo made this half sob, half moan.
Not good enough.
“No more hiding, baby. I want to hear every fucking noise. If you’re gonna be a whore, you’re gonna scream like one.”
He pushed deeper, slow, deliberate. Felt the way Theo’s body clenched around him, trying to fight it, trying to stretch. Theo was shaking already, thighs trembling under Noah’s weight.
“You’re so fucking tight.” Noah leaned in, pressed their foreheads together, breathing him in. “You were made for me.”
He snapped his hips once, harder, and Theo let out a broken sound that made Noah dizzy. Pain and pleasure and surrender all mashed together in one beautiful cry.
He pulled out halfway and slammed back in, then again, and again, setting a punishing rhythm that had Theo’s whole body jerking forward with each thrust. His hands slid up—against Noah’s chest, shoulders, face—pressing there like he wanted to shove him away. Drag him closer.
“You arewriggly,” Noah panted, and he couldn’t help but laugh. “I should tie you up next time.”
Theo’s moan, wrecked and pathetic, wasallthe confirmation he needed.
His rhythm was gone, control shattered. Even his pants were soaked through, cold now, sticking to his thighs, and he didn’tgive a shit. All that mattered was Theo, gasping, trying not to move, tryingso hardnot to make a sound—and then breaking all at once when Noah fucked him even deeper.
“You want to come?” Noah whispered. “You want me to let you?”
Theo nodded frantically, mouth open, saliva slicking his chin. His cheeks were streaked with tears. His hips pushed back, and Noah lost his damn mind.
“Then ask. Say you want to come for me. Beg me to let you.”
“I—”
“Say it.”
Theo hesitated. Just for a second.
Then all of it came tumbling out at once.
“I need to come, Noah,” he mumbled, shaky and desperate. “Please. Please just—fuck, I want it. I need your fucking dick, just don’t stop—”
Oh. Holy shit.
That did it.
