Page 37 of In the Middle of No(ah)where
The warmth of his mouth around the head feels euphoric as his tongue plays with the slit on the underside. He moves his tongue around the ring of my cockhead before taking me all the way to the back of his throat. He gags a little when it hits the wall, and he pulls back a little. His hands move up and down through the back of my thighs, and after a few moments, I can't wait any longer.
"Noah, you need to stop," I warn before I lose it and shoot cum down his throat.I certainly don't want this to end so soon. Especially not until I have been inside him. Claiming him.
He pulls off of me and sits back on the bed. I press on his chest for him to lie down back. His pupils are shot wide before he asks, "Will you…you know…raw? I want to feel you skin-to-skin."
I'm sure he wanted to sayfuck me raw, but this isn't fucking. This is connecting.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. I'm clean," he rushes to tell me."I was tested the day after we ran into each other at the zoo. I wanted to make sure we had a clean start."
"Me too. I was just tested a few weeks ago, and I haven't been with anyone like this in a while," I admit.
"Same."
I reach over and pick up the bottle of lube, and the snick of the cap echoes in the quiet room. I drizzle some down Noah's cock before doing the same to mine. He quirks a brow, trying to figure out why I added some to him. I respond by lying my bodyon top of his, my cock pressed against him as I use my arms to hold me up while our bodies press together. Slowly, using my arms for momentum, I slide my body up and down on his, our cocks rubbing together while my mouth takes hold of his neck. Sucking the skin hard to mark him.
Mine.
"Marcus…please." He begs.
I lift Noah's legs, and he holds them up for me as I lean forward. Lining the head of my cock with his hole, I press forward, breaching the ring of muscle. I'm thicker than most and give him a second to adjust before pushing in further. "Relax, Puppy. Breathe." He does and bares down, and I slide in deeper. His tight heat feels like I'm on one of Noah's alien planets because it feels out of this world.
When I feel Noah relax underneath me, I slide all the way to the hilt. Burying myself in this beautiful boy. I freeze in worship and admiration of him.
"Marcus."
"Yeah, baby?"
"I need you to move. Now," he demands.
Thank fuck because I was going to die if I didn't. I slowly withdraw before sliding back inside. I find a rhythm that helps me discover Noah's prostate, and I know I found it when he moans out his pleasure. "Do it again," he insists, and I oblige.
I pick up the pace as I nail his prostate over and over, sending him flying. His hands grip the sides of my waist as if holding on for dear life. His own dick flopped against his stomach. I reach down, and my hand easily slides over it from the lube.
"No," he tells me, stopping me with his own hand. "I'll come too quickly."
"Me too, you're so tight," I confess.
Noah wraps his hands around my neck and pulls my head down to meet his. He presses his lips to mine frantically as I feel hot liquid splash between our stomachs. He bites down on my lower lip, and his body quakes under me as I empty into his tight channel at the thought of him coming hands-free. Holding myself deep inside him, my body collapses on top of Noah's. Staying inside him, I roll him over so he's lying on top of me, his head pressed against my chest.
I stroke his back with my fingertips. "That was–"
"Everything," I finish for him. "It's like you were made just for me."
"A perfect fit."
After a few minutes in each other's arms, my dick softens enough to slide out of his ass, and with it comes a stream of cool liquid. Noah's face scrunches, and I chuckle. "You're the one that didn't want a condom," I tease.
"Was I wrong?" He questions with a raised brow as if I should ask him about his choice to bareback.
"Definitely not wrong."
I've never fucked bare before, and now that I have, I never want to use a condom again. But only with Noah.
I head into the bathroom and wipe myself down before getting a fresh washcloth for Noah. Once we're cleaned up, I tuck him under the covers, head to the other side of the bed, and crawl in next to him. There's no question about whether he's staying the night because if I had it my way, he'd never leave. I hold out my arm, and he instantly gravitates to my side, tucking himself in for the night.
As we both begin to let sleep take hold,entwined in each other, a sense of peace and contentment fills the room.The exhaustion I feel is not just from physical exertion but also from the emotional stuff. It's been a night of trust, vulnerability, and acceptance.
