Page 46 of The Murder Between Us
“That’s okay.” Noah’s hands slipped from his hair down to his face. He made Cole look him in the eye. “I want you.”
“We shouldn’t…”
“You’ll never hurt me.”
He lurched, as if all of Noah had reached out and seized all of him, dragged him body and soul into Noah. He kissed Noah harder, deeper than he’d kissed him before, trying to merge their molecules as he grabbed Noah’s hands and laced their fingers together, pressing them to the bed beside Noah’s face. “Do you have lube?” he asked against Noah’s lips, kissing him after each word.
“Lotion.” Noah nodded toward his nightstand.
That would do. Cole lunged for it, hating every moment he was out of Noah’s arms. Returning, he gathered Noah into his hold, covering him, wrapping his arms around Noah’s broad shoulders as he kissed him, rocked into him, pressed their chests together. Was that his heartbeat thundering, or Noah’s? Or both?
Finally, he pulled back, grabbing the lotion he’d thrown on the bed, and balanced himself on one hand over Noah. Noah spread his legs and stared into Cole’s eyes.
Fuck, the trust in Noah’s gaze burned Cole to the core. His arm trembled, and he pitched forward, burying his face in Noah’s neck. “Are you sure?” he whispered.
“Surer than I’ve ever been.” Noah pushed him up, kissing him until he was back on his knees. “I want this. I want you. I want you to do this.”
“What? What do you want me to do?”
Noah’s eyes widened, and he swallowed. Was that fear? Was he still in some way, running? Was this going to end in complete disas—
“I want you to make love to me,” Noah whispered. His mouth worked quickly, silent words discarded before they were spoken. “You may not feel like that’s what this is, but to me—”
Cole swooped down again, losing the lotion and grabbing Noah. He kissed him, kissed the words right out of his mouth. “Of course that’s what this is.”
Noah smiled. He was trembling, quivering where Cole’s body pressed against his. He hooked one leg over Cole’s hip. “Show me,” he whispered. “Everything.”
Cole’s eyes slipped closed, memories of Vegas slamming into this night for a moment. But this was better, so much better. This was here, and now, and Noah knew who he was, and he’d chosen Cole—again—and he wanted Cole. Again. This was something that was going to last beyond the sunrise, beyond tomorrow. When they did this, it was going to mean something. He felt that in his bones.
Noah squirmed and sighed as Cole slid the lotion as deep as he could. He tried to use enough, too much, until he couldn’t even hold the bottle even more. Slicking himself was torture. He had to squeeze himself, count to ten, imagine bugs and calculus and statistics to back himself down. Fuck, how was he going to last? How was he going to make this good for Noah?
“Are you ready?” Cole pressed against Noah’s ass.
Noah wrapped his hands around Cole’s face. “Yes.”
The slide, the pressure, and then the heat exploded around him. He gasped, falling forward, his head against Noah’s as Noah went taut, jaw clenched hard, muscles straining. Cole froze. “Noah…”
Slowly, Noah unclenched, and his breathing evened out. “More,” he said.
“Fuck.” He wanted to hold back, take his time, but he couldn’t. He slid into Noah, into the very center of him, gasping. Noah bucked and arched against him, his eyes wide, wild, his legs jerking. He gripped Cole’s shoulders, stared at him, panting. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Cole murmured.
Noah groaned, his eyes rolling back. He was still shuddering against Cole. “So fucking good,” he groaned. “Cole, God.”
Cole dug his forehead into Noah’s, waiting. Waiting for Noah’s heart to come back down to earth. For Noah’s breath to return. Waiting for his own breath to return, his own heart to stop racing out of control. He could feel all of Noah, from where they were joined to where they were pressed together, chest to chest, face to face. Heart to heart.
“Show me,” Noah said again. “Cole, make love to me.”
Cole groaned as he pulled back. And thrust in. He kissed Noah, kept kissing him as their bodies found their joined rhythm, the press and pull and push of two people figuring out how to make love. Sweat rose, slicking their movements. Noah pushed Cole back, clambering upward until they were sitting up together, arms wrapped around each other’s neck, Noah rocking on Cole’s cock with his legs tight around Cole’s waist. Cole kissed down Noah’s throat, nibbled on his collarbone. He bit down when Noah jerked, his cock spasming against Cole’s belly. “Cole…” Noah’s hands threaded through Cole’s hair.
Cole fell backward, Noah on top of him suddenly, riding him as he pressed Cole’s hands to the mattress over Cole’s head. Now it was Cole who was at Noah’s mercy. Hadn’t it been like that from the first night? He’d thought he was picking up Noah. When had the tables turned? Sometime soon after that, so subtly he hadn’t even noticed. Noah had always been in control of him. He’d always craved everything Noah offered, everything about him. He always wanted more.
His eyes were rolling back, and he was going to lose it if Noah kept up that rock and shimmy, sliding down and up, all the way in and out. He was going to completely lose it, but he wasn’t ready yet. He pushed Noah back until Noah was lying down again. His cock was still rock hard, and Cole swallowed it in one long suck. Noah screamed, nearly arching off the bed. His hands grabbed the pillows, the bedspread, ripped the sheet from the corner of the mattress. Cole hummed and looked up at Noah. Noah groaned, long and loud.
He sucked him until Noah’s thighs were shaking and Noah was speaking in tongues, nothing but broken syllables and gasps as he fisted the bedding. Then Cole rolled Noah onto his belly and slid over his back, kissing up his spine, his neck, into his hair. He kissed his cheek, found Noah’s lips as he slid his cock back into Noah’s body. Captured his moan in a long kiss.
Noah pushed back, meeting Cole’s slow, gentle thrusts as their hands laced together. And then he was pushing back more, harder, rising to his elbows, getting his knees underneath him. Cole rose, his hands sliding down Noah’s back, fingernails digging into his skin. Noah groaned. Cole squeezed his ass cheeks, both round, meaty globes. He slapped Noah’s ass as Noah started bouncing back, meeting Cole’s thrusts with his own.
“Yes,” Noah groaned. He grabbed the pillow, white-knuckling it as he buried the side of his face in the blue fabric. “Yes, Cole.”
