“I’m sorry.”
“Enough about that.” My face heats. “Are you like . . . I mean do you like . . .” Oh my god, I can’t speak. I look away, trying to take a breath. “Sorry, I don’t do this often. Or at all.”
He cups my face, turning those green eyes onto me. “Dealers choice, babe. Whatever you need me to be.” He leans in, gripping my chin, and kisses me again. I melt. Fuck, he’s a good kisser. Soft and warm. His lips aren’t as big as Cam’s, though. With himthere’d been this edge to the way he kissed me that felt frantic and wonderful.
No! No more. Noah. My focus is on Noah. His fingers slide to my cheek with a smile. “Take me home.”
As we walk, I tell him about my job and that I play piano. He tells me he moved here a couple of months ago and works at a library in the next town over. While our conversation is easy, my heart picks up speed the closer we get to my apartment and then races with every step up the stairs. I don’t see Cam, so I assume he’s having a fucking fantastic time with beautiful stupid Max.
“Is your friend here?”
“No.” Nope, he is currently balls deep in the world’s most gorgeous man. “We have the place to ourselves.”
Our controllers are still out from earlier. So are Cam’s laptop and papers for the gym. Even though he’s a personal trainer, he also manages a lot of the marketing and events they throw. I have baskets of clothes everywhere, dishes piled in the sink . . . I feel a little embarrassed. It’s not that I’m dirty, I just . . . I just don’t have the energy most days to do things like that. Today, Cam spent all day playing games with me or I know he’d have done them.
“Cam leaves his shit everywhere.” I try and save face. Yes, Cam. Definitely not me.
Whatever, I need to get something going, so I loop my arms around his neck and lean in for a kiss. “We can go into my bedroom, though.” Thank god I cleaned it earlier.
“Oh yeah, and do what?”
I swallow. Be brave. Get what you want. You deserve it. “Fuck me until I beg you to stop.”
He pulls back, and those eyes darken on me. “Bedroom. Now.”
I point Noah in the right direction, and he grips me under my knees and lifts me up. Holy shit. My hands go to the defined muscles of his biceps, and I kiss him as he carries me down thehall and into my room. Both of us topple over when his knees hit the bed. I feel my shirt ride up, and I almost go to pull it down but his eyes drink me in. “Lube is in the nightstand. I am on PrEP but—”
“Condoms.”
The tension in me eases. “In the drawer too.”
Opening the draw, he grins widely, and it takes me a minute to realize why.Fuck. “And who do we have here?” He pulls out my baby-blue dildo, smacking it against his hand. Fuck!
My faceburns.“That’s my usual date.” I laugh nervously.
“Well, I hope I can measure up.”
I like the way he eases my mind. Although we just met, I do feel very comfortable. “Not many have,” I tease.
I sit up and take my shirt off. Noah grabs the lube and condoms, tossing them on the bed and taking off his own shirt. He’s very beautiful. The sculpted lines of his stomach flex as he gets onto the bed and covers my body. My hands go to his back, feeling the soft skin move under my fingers. His own reach for my buttons, flicking them open with ease and then shoving them down. I lift, allowing him to take them off.
I don’t have a moment to breathe as his fingers slide inside my briefs. Fuck, that feels, fuck. My hips roll up into his fist. “Pretty fucking thing.” I shiver, and he kisses my neck. “Take them off.”
Sitting back on his thighs, he keeps his eyes on me as I lift up, dragging my underwear down and feeling a bit self-conscious. I’m not the biggest guy around, but I am pretty proportionate to my size. Noah’s eyes look hungry as my cock slaps my stomach. “Take yours off too.” I feel breathless.
He gets off the bed, taking his briefs off and . . . um? I open my mouth to comment on the fact that Noah is very soft, but before I can say a word he gets back on the bed, wrapping my legs around his waist. “Are you okay?”
“I’m fine.” He nips my bottom lip. “Maybe I just need your mouth?”
Okay, this I can do. I love sucking dick. It’s one of the only things I am confident in. I push him gently onto his back and kiss him hard, rolling my dick across his cock. Noah tastes like mint and something sweet, like strawberries. “You taste good.” I nibble his bottom lip. “You taste that good everywhere?”
Noah shuts down. I feel it. His body goes rigid. I almost panic at the change in mood until I feel him grow beneath me. His eyes soften and he relaxes. “Oh, there he is.” Slowly I jerk him. While his cock is hard, there’s something off about the look in his eyes.
Maybe he’s just as nervous as I am. I just need to get it started, that’s all. Kissing down his body, I smile just as my tongue flicks over the crown. I take him in my mouth and suck, but notice him him deflate slightly in my mouth.
I look up and see his brows are pinched, his mouth pressed in a hard line, his eyes closed. I pop off of him. His cock is now semi-hard. “You alright?”
Noah blinks his eyes open. “Yeah? Why?”
