Page 43 of Unhinged
Noah wiggled himself up beside Adam. “Better?”
“Uh-uh, roll over.”
Noah rolled his eyes but did as he was told. “You could have just said you wanted to be big spoon,” he teased.
Adam kissed just behind Noah’s ear, voice low. “In the morning, I’m going to fuck you awake. This just makes it easier.”
Noah’s cock hardened at Adam’s statement. “I’m totally on board with that…but could we make it afternoon?”
“We’ll see.”
Adam stayed awake long after Noah’s breathing had slowed and he began to snore softly. He hadn’t been lying about fucking Noah awake, but it wasn’t the whole truth either. It was easier to steal the hair Calliope needed to run his DNA when he couldn’t ask questions. Luckily, Noah slept soundly and didn’t even notice when Adam plucked the strands from his head and slipped them into a tiny baggy, stashing it in his bedside table, before drawing the covers up over them both and letting himself drift to sleep as well.
The sun was high in the sky when Adam woke the second time, Noah still tucked beside him. He buried his face in Noah’s throat, his hand curving around his hip to palm over his soft cock, stroking him just enough to get him hard but not enough to wake him. Not yet.
Adam rubbed himself against Noah’s ass lazily as he played with him, loving the sighs and tiny whimpers he made even in his sleep whenever Adam did something right. He released Noah long enough to grab the lube, slicking his fingers, and sliding down between Noah’s cheeks, groaning as he slipped two inside, pumping them in and out of his tight passage. He worried Noah’s ear between his teeth, pulling free and slicking his cock before snugging it up against Noah’s wet hole, sliding home in one smooth motion.
Noah’s gasp of surprise turned into a low moan, his hand reaching back to grip Adam’s hip.
“Morning,” Adam murmured, turning Noah’s head so he could kiss him deep as he rocked in and out of him lazily.
“Oh, fuck,” Noah rasped, voice sleep soaked, lids still at half-mast.
Adam took Noah’s cock back in hand, working him in time with his thrusts, using his panting breaths and tiny half bitten cries to gauge just how close he was and adjusting accordingly.
Adam had wanted to draw it out, savor it, but his resolve lessened when Noah’s whimpers turned into frustrated whines as he tried to work himself into Adam’s fist faster. “Adam,” Noah groaned.
Adam chuckled, pulling free of Noah, flipping him onto his back, catching his knees over his elbows, practically bending him in half as he slammed back into him. They both moaned as Adam fucked into him in hard, deep strokes.
He wasn’t going to last much longer. The tight heat of Noah’s body was too good. “Touch yourself,” he ordered.
Noah did as Adam commanded, working his cock without any real finesse, eyes locked on where they were joined together. Somehow, that was even hotter to Adam, knowing Noah wanted to watch him disappear into his body, as desperate for it as Adam was.
“Come for me,” Adam said, eyes locked on Noah’s cock. When his expression grew pained, like he was too in his head, Adam slapped his face hard twice, then locked his hand around Noah’s throat. “Don’t think about it. Just listen to me and do what you’re told. Come on, baby. Let me hear you. You know how much I love listening to you fall apart.”
Noah’s eyes rolled back, his lips parting. “Oh, fuck. Harder. Squeeze harder. Please. Please, Adam. I’m so close. Please.”
Adam snarled, giving Noah what he asked for, tightening his grip on his neck and giving in to his need to fuck Noah the way he wanted, driving into him, fire running through his blood as he could feel his pleasure building.
When Noah finally cried out, spilling over his fist, Adam was right there, too, giving a few more aborted thrusts before burying himself deep, filling Noah up. God, that would never stop being hot.
He collapsed, pressing his face against Noah’s neck.
“Morning,” Noah said with a breathless laugh. “It’s a good thing I don’t have a job that requires me sitting all day. I think you broke me.”
“It’s a good thing you don’t have a job that would question the bruises already forming on your throat,” Adam said, kissing said bruises.
“That’s hot,” Noah said, arms coming up around Adam in a loose hug.
Adam had never really been hugged before—not without it being some kind of learning exercise his father had created—but found he liked Noah’s arms around him, liked Noah’s everything, really.
“What time do you work today?” Adam asked, pulling back to look at him.
“Five, why?”
Adam grinned. “Just want to know how many times I can fill you up before we have to shower.”
Noah blushed. “You need to feed me first.”
