Chapter 7
“Hey, neighbor,” Zach said quietly as soon as Noah stepped back into his apartment, thankful Noah didn’t flinch when he heard his voice. While he hadn’t had a huge problem going along with Connor’s plan to lure Noah out and give him a chance to slip inside, startling or scaring Noah was the last thing Zach wanted to do. To try and appear as non-threatening as possible and be in full view when Noah walked back into his apartment, he’d sat on Noah’s couch. He’d hoped for a relaxed appearance, but doubted he was anywhere near success. For reasons he couldn’t begin to understand, Noah’s feelings were already his primary concern.
Zach wasn’t sure what reaction he’d expected from Noah, but nothing could have prepared him for what the younger man did next. Noah’s movements were slow and graceful as he walked across the room, not stopping until he stood directly in front of Zach. Feeling almost like a boy driven by teenage hormones, Zach fleetingly considered sitting on his hands to keep them from reaching up and grabbing hold of Noah’s trim waist and yanking him down onto his lap.
“You wouldn’t answer the door or your cell and I really needed to talk to you face to face. Don’t be too mad at me and Connor for tricking you,” Zach said softly. “I was worried about you.”
Noah rolled his eyes. “I’m not looking for somebody to worry about me, Zach. If that’s the only reason you’re here, you should probably go.”
Zach looked up and the sheer determination in Noah’s blue eyes amazed him. They were a turquoise blue this morning, bright and beautiful, but with dark smudges beneath them. He looked fully alert and more than a little ready for a confrontation. The Noah standing in front of him, hands resting on his hips, didn’t look like he feared anything, much less leaving his apartment complex. The Noah standing in front of him looked strong enough to handle the darkness living in Zach’s soul.
Honesty. Connor had suggested he show Noah the real Zachary Meadows, but Zach worried that if the younger man ever got a look of what he tried so hard to keep hidden from everyone, including himself, he might not ever open his door to him again.
“It’s not the only reason,” Zach answered after a few seconds. “Yes, I was worried about you, worried about what I’d done to hurt you, but I’m also here because there is nowhere else I’d rather be. I’m not here as your doctor. I’m not here as your protector. I’m not even here as your neighbor or friend. Yes, I want to be all of those things, but they don’t have one damned thing to do with what’s going on right now.”
Noah dropped down onto his knees and forcefully pushed Zach’s legs open, giving him enough space to slip his body into the opening. “What is going on right now, Zach? I think you and I are both fuck-ups when it comes to reading each other’s body language or trying to guess what the other is thinking. Let’s not play games neither of us are good at,” he suggested.
Zach took a deep breath. Another deep breath. “I’m afraid for you to see the real me, Noah. I don’t want to scare you away before we ever have a chance to get to know each other, but I’m afraid if I show you the real me, you’ll run in the opposite direction. Is that what happened yesterday? Was I too…forward?”
Noah gazed up at him and then barked out a laugh. “Are you being serious right now?” He snuggled his body farther between Zach’s spread legs. “You’ve got to be kidding me. Have you met me? If anybody is going to be running in the opposite direction, it’s definitely going to be you. I’m fucked up. I know this; you know this.” He gripped Zach’s thighs as he talked. “Yesterday afternoon, you told me you wanted to explore a relationship with me. You left for a few minutes. I napped. You came back. I forgot the entire conversation. The next thing you know, I’ve locked you out of my apartment without an explanation.” He waved a hand in front of Zach. “I’m the nutcase, Zach. Me. It will be me messing things up every damned time.”
“Don’t call yourself that, Noah. I’ve already warned you several times,” Zach growled.
“Yeah, yeah. Okay. Whatever. The bottom line is whatever you’re afraid for me to see, it’s going to be nothing compared to the shit I’ve waved in front of you.”
“I want to fuck you, Noah. I don’t know if it’s what’s best for you, but it’s what I want.”
Noah laughed nervously. “I’m afraid to leave my apartment building, Zach…I’m not afraid to be fucked. I’m not going to break. I’m not interested in hooking up with somebody who will try to handle me with kid gloves.” His fingers moved up Zach’s thigh, every inch bringing him closer to the cock that had been hard from the moment Noah had walked back into his apartment. “I’m looking for somebody who will treat me like a man, not a child or medical experiment.”
“Are you sure this is something you want to explore, Noah?” Zach asked, once again feeling the need to give Noah an avenue of escape. Seventy-two hours ago, he’d thought Noah was a prostitute. Today, Zach considered him the most cherished, innocent man on the face of the earth. As he met Noah’s challenging gaze, he had a feeling the younger man wouldn’t appreciate the old or new opinion Zach had of him.
Noah narrowed his eyes and slowly withdrew his hands from Zach’s thighs to place them on his own hips, right above his waistband. Those sweatpants barely hung onto his lean frame, and Zach wanted nothing more than to reach out and give them a happy nudge in the right direction—to Noah’s ankles.
“This isn’t an exploration, Zach. Like I told you, I’m not a science project, medical experiment, or charity fuck. Either you want to get to know me or you don’t. I know I’ve left the impression I’m high maintenance, but that isn’t the case. I’m just…new to all of this. It’s been a while since I’ve even thought about talking to another guy, much less getting naked with him.”
Oh, yeah; Noah barreled straight toward being pissed off.
“Calm down; I just didn’t want to screw things up again. To use some of your words, it’s been a while since I’ve cared about what my bed partners thought about my performance, tastes, or desires. I’m pleased this appears to be something special for both of us.”
“Oh…okay,” Noah answered, apparently allowing Zach’s admission to take some of the edge from his irritation. “Just…just don’t treat me…weird. My phobias and my ability to fuck are two very separate things, and the last thing I want is for you to mix them up. I’m a nutcase in every other aspect of my life, but not when it comes to that. I’m a grown man, perfectly capable of telling you if I am or am not enjoying myself.”
Zach wanted to believe Noah’s words. Desperately. He also wanted to think he would be capable of keeping the two worlds from colliding, to not allow Noah’s social phobias to cause him to treat Noah any differently than he would if they’d met at a bar somewhere. Okay, he was worried about that one. His urge to protect Noah was damned near overpowering, and he wasn’t sure he could squash it every time it tried to interfere with the physical side of their relationship.
“I’ll try, Noah,” he answered honestly. “I have to admit it’s going to be tough; I have this overwhelming urge to protect you and keep you safe.” A smile tugged at his lips as he added, “And keeping you safe is a total contradiction to what my dick wants to do to your ass right now.”
“W-wow. O-okay, then,” Noah stuttered. “Let’s…eh…go with what’s behind the door called your dick, shall we?”
Hunger for Noah slithered through Zach. “If you don’t feel comfortable or get nervous at any time, you have to promise to let me know, Noah,” he ordered.
“Again, comments like that piss me off. It makes me feel like a kid and I’m not one,” he growled. Still on his knees, he edged a few inches closer to Zach, and said, “How about this? If I get too bored or if you’re not giving it to me hard or deep enough, I promise to let you know. Sound fair?”
Zach couldn’t wait to tan Noah’s backside. It wasn’t like he was into the BDSM lifestyle, but that didn’t necessarily mean he wouldn’t enjoy issuing a much-needed paddling to a pert ass if the opportunity presented itself. His snarky neighbor needed discipline. It was, of course, a damned good thing he enjoyed handing out discipline. They could very well be a match made in heaven. He smiled up at Noah and said, “Take your clothes off, Noah. All of them.”
“Hmmm, bossy, aren’t we,” Noah answered as he tugged his T-shirt over his head, tossed it aside, and stood up…all in the same motion.
“You have no idea, babe,” Zach said. “But you’re about to find out. Clothes off,” he ordered again. “You’ve been teasing me and everybody else at the gym with those baggy T-shirts and ridiculous sweatpants that leave way too much to the imagination. It’s time to put up or shut up.”
“Ha! You should see some of my photo shoots. I’m not leaving much to the imagination with those,” Noah sassed as he looped his fingers beneath the waistband of his sweats and underwear, slowly lowering them inch by inch until Zach could see the head of his swollen cock peeking out.
“I don’t like those photo shoots,” Zach growled. “Show me more.”
Grinning, Noah dropped the sweats and underwear to the floor and kicked them aside. When he made a move like he planned to join Zach on the couch, Zach held up his hand to stop him. “Don’t move unless I tell you to.”
Noah stood still for a few seconds and then started fidgeting. “I feel…”
“Stop talking,” Zach interrupted and then smiled up at Noah. “What? Are you already getting scared, little man?”
“Fuck you,” Noah snarled, but didn’t make a move to disobey Zach’s earlier order.
“Nah…but I’m gonna fuck you. Turn around. Slowly.”
Noah rolled his eyes but slowly turned around until Zach had a breathtaking view of the younger man’s bubble ass, and it was just as he’d expected—sheer perfection. Yeah, it was the kind of perfect that made Zach want to own it, to claim it as his own and not let another damn person near it. Zach had never been accused of being an overly possessive man, quite the contrary actually, but with Noah, his whole foundation shifted and turned him into something different.
Zach stood from the couch. Noah flinched when he heard the movement but then looked over his shoulder with an ‘I dare you’ look that spoke directly to Zach’s cock. Never being one to back down from a dare, Zach closed the distance between them and pushed his body against Noah’s backside, making sure the younger, less experienced man had no doubts left about how much he wanted him. His cock, even while trapped inside his jeans, had to feel like an iron pole pushing against Noah’s ass.
“Still no second thoughts?” he asked as he reached down to spread Noah’s cheeks just enough to nestle the outline of his cock into the cozy spot.
Noah’s breathing hitched and his ass bucked against Zach. “No, absolutely no doubts from me.” Chuckling, he added, “Of course, I’m the one buck-ass naked, and you’re the one still fully dressed. Second thoughts, Zachary?”
Zach answered Noah by leaning back and firmly swatting his ass. After that, he stepped back and started removing his clothing. Noah was still turned away from him, and apparently his neighbor wasn’t happy about it.
“I wanna watch that,” Noah hissed. “Can I turn around?”
His shirt was already gone and shoes kicked away. As his hand reached for the buckle of his belt, he answered, “Babe, you can do anything you want. We’re in this together.”
“Yeah, but I might not know what I’m doing,” Noah answered quietly as he turned to face Zach. “Holy fuck,” he whispered as he watched Zach peel his jeans down his thighs and then toss them aside. “I mean it. Holy. Fuck.”
Zach, when completely naked, stepped back and eased back down onto the couch. With a crook of his finger, he motioned for Noah to join him. When Noah started to sit next to him, Zach grabbed him around the waist and effortlessly lifted him, positioning him on his lap, face to face, legs splayed open. Noah’s cock, hard and leaking, bobbed and then bounced against Zach’s stomach.
When Noah looked at Zach, his pupils were wide and desire was etched all over his face. Zach reached his hand around and dipped a finger between Noah’s ass cheeks. He tapped against the puckered flesh protecting his opening. “How long has it been since you’ve had another man in here?”
Noah mumbled something and tried to form words for a few seconds before finally saying, “I-I was eighteen, so…a long time ago.”
“Toys?”
Noah shook his head and a pretty blush stained his cheeks. He wiggled around on Zach’s lap, clearly trying to put some pressure or friction to the spots that ached with need.
“Your own fingers?”
Zach used his other hand to wrap around Noah’s swollen cock, which stood straight up, begging for attention. The silky heat seemed to sizzle against his palm. As he slid his hand up and down the length, using Noah’s pre-cum to dampen his palm, he savored holding something so vulnerable yet so powerful at the same time. Noah hissed out a breath of arousal and bucked against his fist.
“Oh, fuck,” Noah moaned. “Please.”
“Not yet, babe. It’s been a while for you. Let’s spend some time getting you ready.” Zach removed his hand, grinned at Noah’s whimper of frustration, and asked, “Do you have any lube?”
“Lube?” Noah’s eyes blinked owlishly as he looked at Zach. “Oh! Lube. Yeah. Maybe. No. I have some oils that we use for photo shoots. I’ll grab that.” He started to scurry away, but Zach yanked him back down.
“That isn’t necessarily the same thing, Noah. Sometimes there’s outside stuff and sometimes there’s inside stuff…sometimes it can be the same. Other times, it can’t.” He winked at Noah’s who-the-fuck-cares-right-now look. “Better safe than sorry,” he explained as he reached for his jeans and dug around in the back pocket for the packets of lube and condoms he’d carried with him in hopes Noah would forgive him. Using his teeth, he ripped open a packet of lube and coated his fingers with it. “Nervous?”
“Excited,” Noah answered, his voice huskier than usual.
“Have I mentioned how sexy you are?” Zach asked as he returned his hands to where they were before…one stroking Noah’s cock and one toying with his tight hole. “You caught my attention that first time and you’ve fucking held onto it since then.” With the aid of the slick liquid coating his finger, Zach pushed against Noah’s entrance. Once he passed the initial resistance, he buried one finger deep inside.
Noah whimpered again and tossed his head back. “Yessss!”
“Put your hands on my shoulders, babe. I’ll do the rest. You just enjoy…just feel.”
“Hell, yeah, I’m feeling that,” Noah answered and then hissed when Zach added another finger.
“Too much? Too fast?” Zach asked.
“Too perfect.”
Zach smiled at Noah’s enthusiasm and the expressions of pleasure that Noah sent him. The heavy breathing. The nibbling of his bottom lip. The soft sounds. All of it. Zach soaked up everything Noah offered him as he continued using his fingers to stretch that tight hole. Every few seconds, he’d pushed against Noah’s prostate just to watch him come unglued. When he felt confident Noah had had enough and even more confident that his body couldn’t take any more teasing without spontaneously combusting, he withdrew his fingers so he could suit his cock up with a condom.
Unable to stop himself, he leaned forward and clamped his teeth on Noah’s neck, biting and sucking until blood rose to the surface, leaving a beautiful love bruise. It might be considered animalistic, but Zach needed to mark Noah as his.
“I gotta…I gotta…” Noah either didn’t know what he wanted or didn’t know how to ask for it. That was okay; Zach knew exactly what he wanted and needed.
“Easy, babe,” he murmured against his neck. “I’ve got you.” Zach wrapped his hand around the back of Noah’s neck and pulled him forward so he would have access to those plump lips. He didn’t normally kiss his lovers—kissing generally led to bonds he didn’t want—but Zach didn’t hesitate when it came to Noah. He had to claim those lips…had to taste the lusciousness that had been made just for him.
So, he kissed him—kissed him with every ounce of lust, frustration, anger, and desire he’d been suffering through since the first moment he’d laid eyes on his hot neighbor. He was determined to conquer and claim Noah, from top to bottom, inside and out. His fingers slipped back inside the tight channel, searching and finding the bundle of nerves that made Noah growl and then whimper. Noah tasted like heaven. Like youth and innocence. Noah tasted like his. That was the only way to describe what he felt; Noah belonged to him.
Unable to hold back much longer and knowing how badly he needed to be buried inside Noah, he pulled his fingers out. “Set the pace, babe. I don’t want to push you too hard this time. You need to be in control, because I can’t trust myself not to fuck you past the point of painful.”
“Shit,” Noah hissed as his blue eyes dilated from either the sight of Zach’s cock or from the threat hanging in the air between them. Gingerly, he leaned forward and started to reach back to position Zach’s cock against his entrance but then paused. “It’s been a while since I’ve done…anything,” he said, either as a warning to Zach or to himself. “That”—Noah nodded toward his cock—“may be more than I can handle.”
“Come on, babe. Do what feels good. Only what feels good.”
Noah’s teeth caught his bottom lip again, tugged, and then let go for him to say, “Thank you for kissing me, Doc. I could tell it’s really not your thing. It is my thing, so…thanks.”
Shit. Was he a bad kisser? Did you lose a skill when it wasn’t used? Zach’s face heated. He wanted everything about this encounter, their first time together, to be perfect for Noah, but it sounded like he’d already messed it up. “Sorry, babe. I’ll work on my technique.”
Noah frowned for a second and then said, “No! That’s not what I meant. You seemed tense, kinda like you were making yourself take a dose of medicine. Hell, Doc, there wasn’t a damned thing wrong with your technique. You made my toes curl and cock melt. Trust me, the skill level is off the charts. I just…I thought… I’ll stop talking now,” he finished.
“I love your sassy mouth. I love your whimpers, moans, and growls. I love the way you bite your bottom lip when you’re nervous or trying to be quiet. I love how you taste. Hell, Noah, you’re a walking wet dream. Now, ride my cock. Please,” he added sweetly, hoping Noah took the hint before he took over for him.
*****
Noah braced himself on his knees, placed one hand on Zach’s shoulder, and reached behind himself to wrap his hand around Zach’s cock. It was fucking huge…and hot. Even through the condom, heat radiated from the thick cock. There was absolutely no way in hell he would ever admit it to Zach, but he’d only had anal sex three times in his life, and it had been with the same person.
Oh, and his one-time partner damned well didn’t have a huge cock. No, he did not. They’d been more friends than lovers, experimenting on each other mainly to avoid looking like fools when they finally had the chance to experience the ‘real’ deal. How was he supposed to know the real deal wouldn’t happen until he was in his twenties and his lover would have a fucking python dick?
None of his three experimental sexual encounters had been with him going cowboy-style either. It’d been sloppy and fast, him on his hands and knees with Trevor pounding into him from behind. Well, maybe not exactly pounding, but poor Trevor had given it his best effort.
Playing with his own cock with Zachary’s gray eyes watching him so closely would feel strange. Of course, he’d still do it, but that didn’t make it less awkward.
Trying to act like he knew exactly what he was doing, he positioned the mushroom head against his puckered hole, closed his eyes, and said a quick prayer to a god that had stopped listening to him long ago, then lowered himself onto Zach’s weapon of choice. He tried and failed to hold back a whimper of pain when the bulbous head popped inside, stretching him straight past the edge of discomfort.
He needed to get a grip. The last thing he wanted was Zach to back off before they even really got started. Noah wasn’t going to let it happen. Hell to the absolutely not. He could do this. He took a deep breath and concentrated on relaxing his muscles. When that didn’t work, he clenched his eyes closed even tighter and just made it happen.
All. Nine. Inches.
His eyes watered. No…it was tears.
He needed to wave a white flag and scream retreat at the top of his lungs. Unfortunately, he couldn’t breathe, much less wave a flag or scream. Oxygen would be needed for both of those things. But oxygen, like his courage, had deserted him.
“Shit, babe,” Zach barked. “Slow! You were supposed to do that slowly.” Zach caressed his back and the sides of his arms, soothing him.
Noah dropped his head against Zach’s forehead and tried to breathe. Failed.
Finally, he managed to say, “I’m good. Everything’s good.” The words were nothing more than a big fat lie, but his embarrassment over his lack of experience and ability drove him to say stupid shit…do stupid things like force nine inches straight into his ass all at once.
“Everything is not good, Noah,” Zach challenged. “I think you’re crying. Are you crying? Why did you do that? The lube was there to help, not work miracles. What were you thinking?”
“Stop talking,” Noah ordered. “Just stop talking. Give me a minute, okay? What the fuck do you do? Rub growth cream on that monster every morning before work and every night before bed?”
Even through the haze of pain, Noah didn’t miss the uptick at the corner of Zach’s lips. The bastard tried to rein it in before Noah saw it, but failed miserably. Noah was in so much trouble. Zach was already hesitant to give him what he wanted because it was damned clear the older man hadn’t thought he was mentally capable of handling a sexual relationship. With this last display of stupidity, he’d just proven he probably wasn’t even capable of a physical relationship, much less mental. Fuck it seven ways to Sunday. He had to get his shit together before Zach called an end to the entire thing.
Zach’s forehead dampened with sweat and every muscle in the man’s body tensed. While Noah was impaled on a flagpole, trying to figure out how to turn his almost-a-virgin freak show into something enjoyable, Zach was probably busy figuring out a way to politely toss the crazy boy to the curb. Hell, if Noah were on the sane end of the sanity scale instead of the crazy end, he’d be doing the same thing.
Zach would never give him another chance. Sweet Zach who tried so hard to not let this go in the physical direction because he didn’t want to hurt Noah. Sweet Zach who…
A smack on his ass jolted Noah back to reality. He jerked his head up to look into not-so-sweet Zach’s gray eyes. The man bit back a smirk. Barely. No, he definitely smirked.
“What in the hell was that for?” Noah grumbled. “I’m trying not to move and your smack didn’t help matters in the least.”
“You not moving is the problem, babe. You’ve sat, frozen in fear, on my cock for almost five minutes now. Wiggle your ass or something,” he pleaded. “While I didn’t agree with your all-or-nothing method of impalement, it doesn’t mean I can hold this position all night long. Move. Your. Sweet. Ass.” Zach followed his order up with a wink. “I promise, it will be better now. You should have taken it slow, Noah. You didn’t. That’s behind us. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised if you just give it a wiggle or jiggle.”
“That’s easy for you to say,” Noah whined. “You’re not the one sitting on a baseball bat.”
“Ahhh, that’s sweet,” Zach teased. “My ego loves it.” Zach’s large hands cupped Noah’s ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. “So, now you’ve stroked my ego; how about stroking my cock?”
Noah didn’t believe a word coming out of Zach’s mouth—there was no way things down below had just magically improved, but he was determined to not be a baby about it. He seriously didn’t remember it being this tight of a squeeze.
“Asshole,” he growled as he followed Zach’s instructions and gave his ass a very itsy-bitsy, tiny wiggle. When he wasn’t crippled by pain or split asunder, he lifted up a couple inches and then slowly lowered himself again. He might be crazy, but he wasn’t stupid; he wouldn’t be taking that cock with one slide again any time soon. “Ummm,” he said when, not only was there no pain, there was a definite zinger of pleasure. He rocked forward and backward again, this time taking more of Zach's length in one go.
When he heard Zach chuckle, he glared at him and then flipped him the middle finger.
“Yeah, babe, that’s what I’m waiting for,” was Zach’s answer. That smartass comment accompanied the most beautiful smile Noah had ever seen in his life. He paused all movement as he looked at Zach’s face, into his eyes, and his heart did something ridiculous. Holy shit, he was going to do something utterly stupid like fall in love with Zach. He was one hundred percent sure all Zach wanted from him was a rough fuck, and he was going to fall in love.
Noah tried to shake off the nagging worry he’d become Zachary Meadows’s biggest mistake. Now wasn’t the time. He’d already made a fool of himself with the impalement episode; he didn’t need to top that screw-up with a vow of love and devotion.
He moved his hips again, smiled, and said, “That’s not so bad!”
This time Zach barked out a laugh. “Wow, you stroked my ego and then decimated it in the next minute. Not so bad? Come on. For the sake of our friendship, at least have the courtesy to lie to me.”
“Ha, ha. Very funny, smartass,” Noah grumbled with another flex of his hips. Oh, hell yeah, he was getting used to it. “Like your ego needs stroking from me. You’re a walking, talking wet dream for every gay guy in the world. We both know you’re giving a charity fuck to the crazy kid.”
The lust in those gray eyes changed to anger from one heartbeat to the next. Zach grabbed the sides of Noah’s face and yanked him forward until they were only an inch apart.
“Noah, I think I’ve made myself pretty damned clear about how I feel when you make those negative comments about yourself. I’ve warned you; I’m not playing. Don’t say it again. I don’t know who in the hell has made you feel that way, or who tried to convince you you’re crazy, but I won’t put up with it. Understood?”
Noah nodded, his eyes wide.
“Do it again and I’m going to punish your ass. I don’t know or understand what the hell is going on between us,” he continued. “All I know is I tried to stay away from you because you deserve better than me, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t, Noah. Right now, from this minute forward until you grow tired of me and kick my ass to the curb, you belong to me. You’re mine.”
Well…shit; Noah’s heart did that thing again. He hadn’t ever been anybody’s. He was thrilled to belong to somebody. He looked away, not wanting Zach to see how his words were affecting Noah’s heart…or tried to look away. Zach wouldn’t have any of that, though. He tilted his head back around.
“That okay with you?” Zach asked.
Noah’s heart screamed ‘yes.’ Noah nodded.
“Good. Now that we’ve got that out of the way, let’s have some fun,” Zach told him with a swat to his ass. “I’ve watched this ass working out in the gym for months now. Let me see if it bounces as good as I’ve imagined.”
Still nervous, but oh so determined, Noah flexed his hips again. No pain. Only pleasure. He could do pleasure. At first, his movements remained slow and controlled as he assured his ass nothing horrible would happen. He actually couldn’t blame it for not trusting him at the moment. After several torturous minutes of slow slides, he grew more confident and needier. Zach urged him on with filthy words about what his cock did to Noah’s ass, and while the explicit words made him blush, they also made him hornier than hell. In what he congratulated himself on being record time, Noah was riding Zach’s cock in a groove that would have made any porn star proud. It felt fucking perfect to have Zach stretching his ass to its limits, maybe a tad beyond. When he leaned back, supporting himself by placing his hands on Zach’s knees, a yelp erupted from his lips when that massive cock stroked the bundle of nerves in his ass.
“Oh, yeah,” he yelled in triumph. “That feels so good. Right there. Oh fuck; right there.”
His eyes were opened only a slit because he barely had the energy to keep them open at all, but he tried to keep his gaze locked with Zach’s. The words tumbling from Zach’s mouth were nothing short of trash—he wanted to destroy Noah’s ass, nothing but sheer willpower kept him from flipping Noah over and pummeling him into next week—but the look in his eyes was even filthier. Hell, Noah wanted it too, but figured he wasn’t ready for that level of fuckdom yet.
Noah barely had time to register the oddness of Zach’s slouchy position on the couch before Zach’s actions gave him the answer. As he rode Zach’s cock, he watched as his lover leaned forward just enough to take the tip of Noah’s cock inside his mouth.
“Fuck!” he yelled as warmth enveloped the mushroom head. When Zach’s cheeks hollowed out as he sucked the tip into his mouth, Noah suspected he had died and gone straight to heaven. Slouchy position equaled good. Damned good. “Oh, fuck, Zach. Please don’t stop,” he begged while he could still talk. He wouldn’t be at all surprised if he lost use of all his muscles at any second. The pleasure was too much. Zach’s fist wrapped around the base of Noah’s cock while his lips worked the top. He removed his mouth only long enough to spit some moisture into his hand. After that, Noah was completely lost. Zach’s cock stroked inside his ass, teasing his prostate, while his mouth and tongue toyed with and tormented the head of his cock, and a spit-coated hand slid up and down his length, twisting in one direction and then the other.
Noah had played before, but he realized right then and there he hadn’t ever really had sex. He would be addicted to it now, unable to go a full day without having it again. If necessary, he would chain Zach to his bed. He had to have this again and again and again.
His balls drew up, and he clamped down so hard on his bottom lip he tasted blood. His entire body buzzed with pleasure reaching a peak and threatening to explode.
“Oh, fuck. I’m gonna come, Zach,” he said, as if the other man weren’t capable of seeing what was happening to his body. “Oh fuck. This is too much. This is…”
After that, Noah had no idea what he said. Hell, it probably wasn’t even real words. He didn’t care. The pleasure coursing through him was the only thing he cared about. He’d never been so alive in his life. His own sweat dripped off his forehead and slipped into his eyes. He heard his ass slapping against Zach, knew he writhed like a whore on his lover’s lap. None of it mattered, though. The only thing that mattered was he belonged to Zach.
Zach owned his body, taking what he’d never given to another person. There would be no turning back after this.
He heard Zach roar his release a split second before large hands clamped down on his hips, holding him in a bruising grip, leaving him powerless to do anything other than feel Zach’s huge cock twitching inside him as he came. Warmth filled the condom, and Noah wanted the barrier to vanish, to have nothing between them. He wanted Zach’s cum inside him. As he pictured the thought in his head, his own cock erupted in an orgasm so powerful it caused strange whimpering sounds to spill from his mouth. Ribbons of his spunk coated Zach’s chest, over and over again. Holy fuck, he’d been saving up for that one.
One minute or ten minutes passed—Noah didn’t have a clue how much time. He collapsed against Zach’s chest, the other man’s softening cock still lodged inside him and Noah’s cum trapped between them, making them sticky and icky.
It felt perfect.
When he did finally return to the land of the living, he whispered, “Holy shit. Holy shit. Holy shit.” His fucking teeth chattered. Embarrassed, he tried to clamp his mouth together, but it would have taken a miracle from God to keep him from showing Zach just how satisfied he was. As his lips continued to quiver, he realized there was going to be no intervention from God on this day.
More incoherent words tumbled from his lips when Zach gathered him closer and then stood, still holding Noah and his cock still buried inside. Noah’s only response was to wrap his legs around Zach’s waist and his arms around Zach’s neck. He’d just add this moment to the long list of embarrassing things he’d done. He’d like to think he could stand on his own two feet like a grown man, but if Zach set him down, he would melt into a big messy puddle of I’ve-been-fucked-to-oblivion.
Zach, on the other hand, appeared to be as strong and manly powerful as usual as he carried Noah down the hallway, turned down the bedspread, and then carefully withdrew his soft cock so he could lay Noah onto the bed. He kissed Noah’s forehead and whispered, “I’m going to grab something to clean us up. I’ll be right back.” He started to walk off, but turned back and said, “You were perfect, Noah—just like I knew you would be.”
If Noah were a cat, he would have purred. Instead, he snuggled into the blankets.