Page 62 of Numbers Boy
“Fuck, Princess,” he practically purrs. “You smell like sweat and citrus. I can’t wait to add our cum to that mix.”
“Do it,” I tell him, breathless from the pure need coursing through me. “Mark me as yours. Your princess.”
“My everything,” he breathes, tongue taking a broad swipe up my length as he straightens in front of me once more. Without hesitation, Noah unzips his jeans and pulls himself out. Sliding one arm around my back to support me, he wraps his other hand around both our lengths and pumps. My eyes fluttershut at the sensation, but I make myself open them back up so I can watch the enthralling sight of us being thrust together. The contrast between us makes me moan, my cock flushed light pink against Noah’s reddened shaft. My slit leaks a drop of precum, and Noah rolls his palm over our tips on the next upstroke, using it to ease his way.
Noah’s lips find their way back to my neck, pressing hot kisses into my skin as he works us higher and higher. His fevered words sink into me like brands, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. “Can’t wait to see you come. Want to make it last, but need to see it.”
My breaths come out as gasps, hips pumping into Noah’s grasp. I can feel my release barreling down on me. And when Noah sucks my earlobe into his mouth and murmurs, “Come for me,” I have no choice but to obey.
I cry out as ropes of cum paint his fist and cock. Noah quickly follows me over, grunting while his own cum joins mine. We both sag against the vanity, Noah never moving his hand from supporting my back, even as he drops his head to my shoulder.
“So good,” he pants. Then he brings his hand to his mouth and licks off our combined cum, causing another pulse of arousal to go through me. “So.” Lick. “Fucking.” Lick. “Good.”
On his last word, Noah reaches his hand out to me, and I stick my tongue out to lap up the last bit from his thumb. A satisfied hum leaves my lips as Noah slowly pulls his hand away. But he doesn’t go far. He pinches my chin between his fingers like before to pull me forward into a slow, sloppy kiss, and I get lost in him all over again.
A knock at the door is what finally breaks me out of my Noah-filled trance, and I pull back a few inches. I tilt my head in question when I see the amusement in Noah’s expression.
“I’m not quite sure who’s out there, but one of our friends is playing lookout.”
I bite my lip against a smile when not a second later, Henry’s laughing tone floats through the now cracked-open door.
“It’s me, you absolute beast of a man. But there’s another queen who needs the space, so ready or not, here she comes.”
“Sadly, it sounds like they already did the coming without me,” another voice adds teasingly, and I can hear her and Henry go back and forth as Noah and I hurry to tuck ourselves away so we’re not completely indecent. A second later, one of the queens I just met tonight sashays in, hand placed dramatically over her eyes, but with wide gaps between her fingers. She lowers it and pouts when she sees we’re mostly put back together. “Rude, you didn’t want to share your boy toy, Eve?”
“Sorry, this one’s all mine,” I say, giant grin plastered across my face when Noah tugs me into his arms and kisses my cheeks.
“Damn right, I am. Now, let’s go home, Princess.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Noah
“THANK YOU,” Imutter quietly into Steve’s curls.
Steve rolls over to face me, a sleepy, confused look falling over his features. It’s cuter than it has any right to be.
“What for?” he asks, voice rough from sleep. And maybe a little bit from our activities last night. Once we hastily cleaned up all of his stuff in the dressing room, Steve and I went to his place, where we proceeded to get each other off again in the shower. And then once more in the middle of the night. My inner caveman likes the thought of that. Of having made this perfect man so delirious with pleasure that he couldn’t help but cry out.
But he asked a question, and I need to answer. I think of all the times Steve told me bits and pieces of himself, slowly giving me more and more to know about him once he was sure I would handle him with care. I know that last night meant something to him, both showing me who he is when he does drag and letting me take complete control of our pleasure afterward. Both of those things mean something to me, too, and I want to make sure he knows that.
“For inviting me to see Eve. You’re special, Stevie, and so is she.” My heart flips as tears well up in Steve’s eyes, making the green even brighter. I bring a hand up to cradle his face and use my thumb to brush away the lone tear that escapes. “Hey, what’s this? What’s wrong?”
Steve just shakes his head and leans into my touch. His eyelids fall closed as he takes a deep, settling breath. “Nothing’s wrong. Everything is so fucking, perfectly right.”
I smudge a soft kiss to his nose, and Steve’s plush lips smile before he opens his eyes again. The tears are gone, and in their place is a depth of emotion that makes my breath hitch. The love I’ve been feeling for Steve the past however long builds to an unstoppable amount, filling me up and spilling free before I can think better of it.
“I love you,” we both say in unison.
Steve’s eyes widen, and my heart swells further in my chest as our words ring in the air, neither of us moving or saying anything else as silence stretches out around us. Like we’re scared if we make too much noise, the past few seconds will be erased.
He cracks first, voice whisper-soft and a touch tremulous.
“You do?”
“Of course I do,” I promise him, laying a brief kiss to his parted lips. “I love you so much, Stevie. I’ve known for a while now, but I didn’t want to rush you.”
Slim, strong arms wrap around my neck and clutch me tight as Steve buries his face in my neck. “I love you, too,” comes his muffled reply.
