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CHAPTER 1
Noah
My dark, curly hair hung damp around my shoulders as I stepped into the living room. My pink sweats kept my lower half warm, but my nipples pebbled from the cooler air of the living room.
Danny, my boyfriend, looked like a Greek god, lounged on the couch, his muscles relaxed. “Come here,” he called without looking over at me.
Danny was tall and muscular with broad shoulders and a flat stomach. When we first met in college, he had abs, but once we graduated, he stopped working out as much. His blonde hair was swept neatly to the side, still in its perfectly styled position from work today. He had the kind of looks that runway models would kill for and flawless skin. I’d never seen Danny struggle with a pimple in all the time I’d known him.
He was almost too good to be true, but he was mine. And I knew how incredibly lucky I was.
I quickly made my way to him, and when I reached the couch, he grasped my hips and tugged me between his legs, so I rested my back against his solid, wide chest. His blonde hair was flopping into his eyes, and I reached up to push it out of the way while he draped a blanket over us.
Danny’s eyes were a striking blue that seared into my soul every time our gazes met. Didn’t matter that we’d been fucking around with each other throughout college since we met freshman year as dorm buddies. Didn’t matter that he’d professed his love to me during our junior year, and we’d been together ever since.
I knew without a doubt that what he made me feel would never lessen. Danny was it for me—my soulmate. I knew it down to my core. At this point, he was basically a part of me.
“You okay?” Danny asked as he wrapped his arms around me, snuggling me close.
I nodded, resting my head on his chest, a small smile tilting my lips. “The shower was great.”
Danny chuckled and pressed a kiss to my wet hair before focusing back on the movie he had playing. I turned to look at the screen and groaned. “Zombies? Really?” I griped. I hated anything remotely scary. I ended up having nightmares and couldn’t sleep without Danny for weeks.
I was pretty sure he always did this on purpose.
Danny’s rumbling chuckle echoed in my ear. “I’ll hold you as long as you need me to,” he promised before pressing a kiss to the shell of my ear, making me shiver.
I swooned. How did Danny always know the perfect things to say?
* * *
Thunder booming had me jerking into a sitting position, my heart lurching into my throat for a moment. It was hammering painfully against my breastbone, stealing the breath from my lungs. Lightning lit up the room, quickly followed by another boom of thunder, and I squeaked in fear, my limbs shaking.
“Hey,” Danny soothed, his voice raspy with sleep. He reached up and turned me away from the window, pulling me down next to him. “I’m here, babe. Just breathe. I’ll always protect you.”
That wasn’t a lie. So many times, Danny had come to my rescue over the years, whether it was from crappy dates when we weren’t “together”, parties when I was too drunk or high to function, or even just storms like this one. Danny was always there, rescuing me and protecting me from the ugliness of the world.
Danny suddenly grasped my stiffening cock through my sweats, and I whimpered into his throat, my hot breath fanning his skin. He shivered and rocked into me, his own erection tenting the front of his boxers.
Tilting my head back, I sought out his lips, and he easily gave me what I wanted, kissing me slow and deep while he worked my sweats and his boxers down so he could grip both of us in one hand. I whined, thrusting my stiff shaft against his. He spat into his hand to use as lubricant, and my breath shuddered from my lungs when he began to twist his wrist, rubbing us off at the same time.
I panted into his mouth, too lost in what he was doing to really kiss him back, but I loathed to let his lips leave mine. I loved it when he controlled me like this, making me so delirious for him that I couldn’t think. He was damn good at making nothing but him exist.
“That’s it, baby,” Danny rasped, nipping at my bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth, laving his tongue over it. I moaned. “You’re so close. Leaking all over my hand.” He licked into my mouth, and I whimpered, my fingers clawing at his biceps and back. “Give it to me,” he begged. “Let me feel you come, baby.”
With a cry, I shattered, spurting all over his hand. He kissed me, slowly working me down. Then, he rolled to his back, and using my cum as lubricant, he began to fuck into his fist, his heels digging into the mattress as he thrust. I was spent and couldn’t get it back up yet, but I enjoyed watching him nonetheless, my eyes slitted and hazy.
The muscles in his neck strained, and he clenched his teeth as he chased his release, looking so beautiful that he stole the breath from my lungs.
“Let me see you come,” I pleaded, my words breathless.
“Fuck. Come here,” he begged, opening his arm for me.
I moved closer, and he cupped my face, pulling my lips to his. As soon as his lips touched mine, he moaned. His cum spurted from his cock, the first splashes painting his lower abdomen. “Fuuuuuuck. Noah…” he moaned, still trying to kiss me as his hips stuttered, his pretty dick painting my arm in his cum as the rest of it flooded out of his balls.
After, he flattened to the bed, his chest heaving. I ran my hand through the cum on his stomach and brought my fingers to my lips to taste it. He shot me a wicked grin when I hummed, loving the taste of him. “Shower?” he asked. He ran his eyes over me. “I need to clean you up.”
I nodded but cuddled into his side anyway, wrapping myself around him. His arm banded around me, squeezing me to him, making me feel safe despite the storm raging outside his apartment window.
