Page 8 of The Murder Between Us
“Is that a bad thing?” Noah gripped Cole’s forearms, stroked up to his elbows, his hard, lean biceps. There wasn’t an ounce of fat on Cole, not anywhere. Noah was suddenly all too aware of the soft top layer of his flat abdomen.
“Not at all.” Cole kissed him sweetly, his hands gliding up Noah’s spine. Noah trembled, almost collapsed as the room spun, colors swirling even when he closed his eyes. The only things tethering Noah to reality were Cole’s lips, the taste of his kiss, and the feel of his body pressing against Noah’s. Nothing else existed, not now. Nothing beyond the spaces between them and the flutter of Noah’s heart.
He’d never been this gone, absolutely gone, with desire for another person. He didn’t know it was possible to feel like this, to want something and someone this deeply. He was harder than he’d ever been, and all they were doing was kissing. Cole was still fully dressed.
Time to change that. His shaking fingers worked over Cole’s buttons, and as Cole had done to him, he pushed the shirt back over Cole’s shoulders and down. Skin met skin, naked chest to naked chest. The room was cool, the air-conditioning running silently, but their bodies were on fire. Goose bumps erupted all over Noah’s body, rising beneath Cole’s fingertips along his spine and the curve of his lower back. His cock throbbed, aching against Cole’s matching hardness.
Cole backed Noah up, slow steps across the suite and into and out of the pools of light on the plush carpet. He kissed Noah with every step—a peck to the lips, each cheek, his chin, his neck, both pulse points—and then nibbled on his collarbone and the swell of his pecs. A hint of stubble grazed Noah’s chest. He shuddered, grabbed Cole with both hands and held his face to his chest, dug his fingers into Cole’s hair.
Noah felt the mattress behind him and sank backward, holding on to Cole as he went. Cole fell with him, landing on hands and knees above him. He smirked and kissed Noah until Noah forgot his own name, wrapping their fingers together before sliding Noah’s hands over his head. “Leave them there,” Cole breathed. He bit Noah’s lip. “If you can.”
And then he began to kiss his way down Noah’s chest. Down to his belly button, and then farther. Noah was nothing but raw nerves and anticipation, years and years of dreams and wonderings and imaginings and fantasies and late-night jack-off sessions distilling to this one moment, to Cole staring up at him as he undid Noah’s fly, pulled down his zipper, and—
“Jesus!” Noah arched his back and lurched, his hips jerking, thighs falling open as Cole’s lips closed around him, wet heat and suction, so much suction, liquefying his bones and turning his muscles to jelly. Cole hummed, almost laughing, and he looked up at Noah as he sank all the way down—
“Cole—” He couldn’t hold back, not with Cole doingthat, looking at him likethat, as if he’d seen into Noah’s brain and had plucked Noah’s deepest, dearest want from his mind. It was too much, this perfect man and this perfect moment and the culmination of all his questions and desires and yearnings. “Cole, I’m—”
Cole swallowed, taking him—if possible—deeper, and stared into Noah’s panicked gaze.
Noah cursed and exploded, spasming and shaking and coming completely undone beneath Cole’s lips and tongue and throat, beneath the hands that stroked up his hips and his ribs and down the small of his back, steadying him as Cole kept swallowing, sucking, drawing out his orgasm as Noah panted, whimpered, gasps andpleaseandfuckandGodandCole.
Finally, Cole popped off, smiling. His lips were red and wet, swollen, and he licked them as he grinned. “Good?”
The best I’ve ever dreamed. Noah surged forward. He had to show Cole, if he could, what that had meant to him, how it had felt, not just physically, but deeper. What it meant to his soul.
They came together in a frenzy, kissing furiously as hands worked over flies and zippers and shoved pants down and socks off, all while never breaking their kiss, never taking their hands off each other. Noah pushed Cole back, straddling him—suddenly naked—on the bed. Hot skin against hot skin, they writhed together, bodies arching and flowing, pressing, pushing, thighs against hips, hands running over backs and sides and down arms, up necks as fingers played through each other’s hair. Cole’s hard length dug into Noah’s hip, and Noah’s cock, unbelievably, hardened again. Never, ever in his life had he been this turned on.
He kissed his way down Cole’s chest, mirroring Cole’s actions. Cole cradled his skull, held him. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to.” Noah kissed Cole’s navel, the tender skin beneath, and buried his nose in the line of soft hair trailing down to Cole’s crotch. Cole’s scent—his heady, masculine musk, amber and velvet, with a hint of midnight and smoke—made Noah think of sweaty nights, hard muscles, hard cocks, and wailing blues. Notes quivering between curls of shadow, and the feel of Cole’s body beneath him. He smelled like all of Noah’s unuttered desires, all the dreams he’d wrapped in silence and buried inside himself.
Cole’s cock, rock hard, brushed over his lips, hot and wet with a salty smear. He lapped at the head, almost drooling, almost drunk with the force of his desire. He wanted this, wanted Cole, wanted everything.
Cole groaned, curling upward and around Noah as Noah sank as deep as he could go. Fingers tugged on his hair, pulled on his scalp. His world went white-hot, his vision blurring, white noise filling his skull as Cole’s cock, his taste, filled every corner of his being. This, this was what he’d wanted forever. A man beneath him. A man moaning for him. A man, hard and wanting,becauseof him.
It felt like seconds before Cole was tugging at him, dragging him off his cock and pulling him upward, pressing their lips together as he shuddered. “Not yet,” Cole breathed across Noah’s lips. “I don’t want to come yet.” He rolled with Noah, their bodies coming together as one, pulsing, pushing, grinding until he settled between Noah’s spread thighs, their hips aligned, cocks flush together. Noah hooked one leg around Cole’s and wound his arms around Cole’s neck. Cole’s weight surrounded him, enveloped him, pressed him into the mattress.
They kissed until Noah couldn’t breathe, rocked until Noah didn’t know where he began and Cole ended. He couldn’t think, not anymore. All he could do was feel. Feel Cole, feel their bodies, feel the perfect pleasure Cole had unlocked inside him. Feel his heart about to burst, feel his veins and muscles and bones crawling with pleasure, with electric joy, with an answer to his questioning hunger and his yearning in the dark.
It could have been ten minutes or an hour, he couldn’t tell. He was racing along exposed nerves, dancing on the knife-edge of pleasure. They were breathing each other’s breath, trading kisses and discovering brand-new calculus in the angles of their hips and thrusts and sweat-slick skin sliding on skin. And then Noah was flying, tumbling, screaming Cole’s name as he fell, as his stomach burned and he caught fire from the inside, coming just as hard as he had down Cole’s throat, this time tangled up in a man’s arms like he’d always wanted—no, better, because he was wrapped up inCole.
Cole followed, groaning as he buried his face in Noah’s neck and flooded Noah’s belly with his come. “Noah,” he breathed. “Fuck, Noah…” His fingers curled around Noah’s hip, and one hand rose, found Noah’s, squeezed. He pulled back far enough for a kiss. His blond hair had fallen forward across his forehead, messy and sweaty and undone. He looked absolutely gorgeous, flushed and orgasmic and gazing at Noah like Noah was special to him, like that had meant something more than just sweat and heat and great orgasms.
Hands down, it was the best sex he’d ever had. And they hadn’t even… But still, thathadto mean something.
It did mean something, at least to Noah. He grinned up at Cole, still trying to catch his breath, his heart still thundering. “You know, I think I might be gay.”
Cole threw his head back and laughed.
3
The hours passedwith their legs and arms tangled together, and they traded kisses in between every other sentence as they talked softly in the neon-lit shadows. Kissing turned to making out, which turned into another slow thrust and grind and then Cole asking him if he wanted to try sixty-nining.
“Absolutely,” Noah said, and he whimpered as Cole gently thrust his cock over Noah’s tongue, teasing his throat, until Noah grabbed his hips and pulled him down, swallowing Cole as deep as he could go while he exploded in Cole’s hot, wet mouth. Cole came soon after, and Noah’s eyes rolled back in his head, another mini orgasm washing through him as he lapped at Cole’s come and kissed his trembling hip and belly.
Slowly, the light outside shifted, the velvet black of night beginning to lighten, the neon losing hold over the Strip. Persimmon and periwinkle whispered across the horizon, teasing the desert out of the dark.
“What time is it?” Noah whispered.
