Page 88 of Brim Over Boot
His words make me freeze, but then all thoughts scatter as Noah’s fingers rub purposefully over my hole. They stay there a moment before slipping down and cupping me, fingertips close to my balls. He holds me, pressed so close it feels like a hug.
“You want me to stop,” he says, “you say so.”
I shake my head the tiniest bit, not wanting him to stop. He can’t. Not now. I’ll fucking punch him if he does.
He must catch the movement of my head, because he makes a sound of smug approval and slides his hand back up again. This time, when his fingers rub over my hole, I nearly fall against him. I use his body as support, keeping my face hidden, practically shaking with the way I want those fingers inside of me. I threw out that damn carrot, not caring in the least for the impersonal and cold quality of it. But I haven’t been able to bring myself to buy a toy. All I’ve had are my fingers, and somehow, I justknowNoah’s will be better.
Warmer. More fulfilling. Just…more.
And his cock?
Ah, fuck.
“Little Colt,” Noah breathes, his hand in my hair holding tight as he circles my rim, seemingly content to torture me as always. “Do you know what it’s like to feel you shaking in my arms?”
“Fuck off,” I try to mumble. The fact that my lips are pressed to his shoulder makes the words come out muffled.
He huffs, his fingertip pressing against me the tiniest bit.Oh fuck, oh fuck.
“It makes me feel powerful,” he says, retreating and then slipping the tip of his finger back in place, his aim clear. “The control you give me…” He cuts off, pressing inside of me, only just. I let out a keen, pushing back against that digit, beyond caring what I look or sound like right now. Noah groans before finishing with, “I never want to give it up.”
I can barely follow along, all of my focus on the finger edged inside my ass. It’s not enough. Not nearly enough.
Noah slips away, his hand sliding upwards. I rear back in outrage, but his fingers in my hair soothe, rubbing against my scalp like a gentle massage.
“Calm, little Colt,” he says with that infuriating smirk. “Finish washing up, and I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
“I don’t need you,” I say weakly, the response automatic.
Noah’s smile quirks as he hands me the soap, setting to work on his body now. “Want,” he amends, the motion of his hands hypnotizing.
I can’t even find it in me to argue.
It feels unbearably intimate washing alongside Noah, letting my eyes wander, taking him in in all his naked glory. I hate to admit the sight is one I appreciate, but what’s the point in pretending otherwise anymore? I’m standing here of my own free will, aren’t I? Sharing ashowerwith the man.
Noah finishes before me, stepping out and grabbing a towel. He dries his hair first, leaving his ass uncovered, the ink along his arms flexing with his movements. I take a quick moment while he’s rebandaging his hand to slip a finger inside my ass, washing myself perfunctorily before shutting off the water.
Noah grabs a second towel for me, holding it out, his cock bobbing as he takes me in without shame. I pluck the towel from his hand, hiding the blush on my face.
He waits until the towel is around my waist to open the door. I scoop up my clothes and follow him across the hall into what must be his bedroom, feeling like a damn teenager sneaking around. Although it’s not like the barn was much better.
He shuts and locks the door behind us, flicking on a floor lamp before walking back my way.
My pulse is thrumming, electricity licking over every inch of my skin.
Noah lets his towel drop and tugs me closer by my own. “On your knees,” he says, not a request.
My cock fills so rapidly, it leaves me lightheaded. “Make me,” I spit out, unable not to.
He wings up a brow before grabbing my shoulder and pressing down. Instinct has me shoving his arm away, but he anticipates the move, grabbing the back of my neck in a tight hold. I arch toward him, my towel falling, my cock rubbing briefly against his before Noah is shoving the heel of his foot behind my knee.
I go down in an instant, my knees hitting the plush towels, Noah’s cock in my direct line of sight as he straightens out, a challenging look on his face like he’s waiting for my next move.
“Now,” he says evenly, “are you going to stay there, or do I needa hold you down?”
Ah, fuck.
My eyes slip shut, and Noah’s fingers thread through my hair. “Fucking gorgeous,” he says. “Open your mouth.”
