Page 40 of Unhinged
Noah’s eyes widened as he realized what Adam wanted, but he didn’t protest, just stood and slid a leg over until they were face to face, gripping Adam’s cock and pressing it to his hole. Adam groaned as he was enveloped in the tight heat of Noah’s body.
Noah sucked in a sharp breath as Adam breached him, the thick head of his cock working past the first tight ring of muscle with a slow steady push that robbed him of thought. He squeezed his eyes shut, wincing at the flash of pain, waiting for his body to relax.
He tried to focus on anything but the burn. The feel of the wood floor beneath his feet, Adam’s hands squeezing his ass, the sound of his strained breaths as he forced himself to wait for Noah’s body to adjust.
When he opened his eyes again, Adam was staring at him with such intensity it robbed him of breath. Nobody had ever looked at Noah the way Adam did. It was too much. Noah kissed him, had to do something to distract himself before he did something stupid like blurt out, “I love you,” to a stranger.
Adam said Noah was his and looked at him like he meant it, like it was something he couldn’t fight, like he needed Noah to know that he wasn’t going to let him go. Ever. That should have scared him, but it didn’t. It just…overwhelmed him, because if Adam changed his mind, it might fucking kill Noah. He had nobody. Nobody but Adam.
It made no fucking sense. They didn’t even know each other, but he wanted to be Adam’s, wanted his heat, his passion, hell, even his violence. But, buried deep down, Noah wanted Adam because he knew he would burn the whole fucking world down for him and never feel a shred of remorse.
His cock leaked between them at that thought. Adam’s protection was a heady thing. Knowing that it was Noah he wanted to protect made his chest ache in the best kind of way. He buried his face against his throat, eyes rolling at the pleasure shivering over his whole body as Adam drove into him. “Fuck me. Hard,” he begged.
Adam growled, hooking his arms under Noah’s legs and standing, forcing him even deeper. Noah hadn’t thought it was possible to be this full. When his back hit the wall, he hissed at the rough brick biting into his bare skin, but then he didn’t think about anything else. He couldn’t. Adam was giving Noah just what he asked for, pounding into him relentlessly, driving all thoughts away and leaving behind only feeling.
“Oh, fuck. Yes, that’s it,” he heard himself say. He wrapped his fist around his cock, jerking himself in time with Adam’s thrusts, realizing after just one stroke that it wasn’t going to take long to get him there.
“I’m going to come,” Adam snarled as he watched Noah.
“Oh, fuck. Do it,” Noah rambled. “Please. I’m so fucking close. I want to feel it. I want to feel you come inside me.”
“Beg for it,” Adam demanded. “I need to hear you.”
Noah let his head fall back, too close to orgasm to worry about being embarrassed. “Come for me. I need it. I need you. Please, Adam. Please. Please.”
Adam’s hips stuttered and ground against Noah, and he dropped his forehead to Noah’s as he throbbed deep inside him. That was all it took. Noah spilled his release between them, working himself until he was shivering from the overstimulation.
“Put your legs around me.” Adam shifted his grip, folding Noah into his arms. He could only hang on as he walked them back to the bed, lowering Noah onto the mattress and following him down, hovering over him to ask, “You okay?”
Noah nodded. “Yeah. I think so. Are you?”
Adam grinned, then dropped a kiss on Noah’s nose, his cheeks, his eyelids. Each kiss was so fucking gentle it made him ache. “Yeah, I kind of want to stay inside you forever.”
“I’m okay with that,” Noah assured him. “But I think we might eventually start to get hungry.
Adam sighed, slipping free of him, leaving Noah feeling empty and disconnected until Adam kissed him once more.
“Did you mean it?” Noah asked, after a minute or two.
“Wanting to stay inside you forever? Definitely. Forever and ever and ever,” Adam said.
“No. When you said I was yours. Did you mean it, or is this, like, a…thing you do.”
Adam propped his chin on his hand to look down at Noah, brows knitted together. “A thing I do?”
“Yeah, it’s hot. Don’t get me wrong. But if you don’t mean it…if this is just your game, tell me now. I’m fine with it,” he lied. “Whatever this is. Letting it play out until you’re sick of me—”
“Stop,” Adam said, covering Noah’s mouth with his palm. “This isn’t a game. I don’t play games. If I didn’t mean it, I wouldn’t say it. Honestly, if I said half the things I think when I look at you, you’d run screaming into the night.”
Noah’s pulse hammered in his throat. He pulled Adam’s hand from his lips. “Like what?”
Adam searched his face like he was truly uncertain whether what he said next would send Noah running. “Like I want to stitch my body to yours. Like I want to live inside your skin. Like I would handcuff you to the radiator if you tried to leave me.”
Noah smiled despite himself. “You don’t have a radiator.”
“I don’t want to be like this.”
Noah frowned. “Like what?”
