Not the choice of words I thought I would say. And now I was frozen still, stuttering out syllables.
“I know what you mean,” he said softly. “No biggie.”
“You’re so beautiful.” I meant that, and I was also trying to regain my composure here.
“And I love your body. I love your face. I love that you’re naked in my bed.”
I loved…that he was trying to normalise all of this. Repeat the word so it wouldn’t seem out of place. Take some of that emotional toll from me in one simple sentence.
Which was why I loved him. Because I did. It was far too fast and far too ridiculous, but my heart worked in mysterious ways, and this? This was new and terrible and horrible and absolutely exhausting. I loved him. And now?
His arms were stretched out over his head, and I was kissing down his chest and fuck, I was spoilt for choice here. But I went with it, because the alternative didn’t exist.
“Please fuck me,” he begged. “Please. Don’t question stuff, Noah, just do it.”
What about me?was on the tip of my tongue, but then who was I kidding here? Topping was simple, and he obviously needed it…well.
I had to take a breath. He needed me. It was right there, hanging in the air. How he wanted…me. I suddenly felt like my chest had puffed up and my confidence felt inflated, but he’d asked for it. And I knew he wasn’t just saying things.
I knew him now. Knew enough about him and how he worked and the fact that he was on the bed underneath me, his legs already around my back. Arms around my neck. His mouth greedily kissing mine, as I couldn’t help releasing an almighty moan.
“What was that for?” He smiled into another kiss.
“You,” I growled out. “You drive me… I was going to say crazy, but it’s not that. You make me…I dunno…brave?”
“You’re the bravest guy I’ve ever met. I mean? Here you are? In deepest, darkest Scotland, just because some idiot got drunk and fell asleep on your terrace.”
“On a godforsaken island in the Indian Ocean.”
“Yup.”
“And now you’re wanting me to fuck you? That, my darling, requires no bravery.” I was being honest as well, because how could I not take advantage of him? Of that body underneath me, where I got up and yanked his leg over my shoulder and licked a hard line down his stomach. Up his cock, sucking him into my mouth on the downwards. The taste of him swooshing me straight back to that hotel room; just this time, I wasn’t such a ball of nerves. Now I just felt horny, full of wants and needs and the urge to just take him and devour him. Which was exactly what I was doing, releasing his cock as he let out a needy babble of syllables and words. My mouth moving downwards, my fingers making light work of holding himopen so I could get to his arse. Lick that hole of his, prod at it with my tongue, taste every part of him I could reach.
“Can you not…” he started.
“Not what?”
“Can we skip the condom?” he whispered, staring at me with a look on his face that I was starting to adore. The need in him. The want. All the feelings he didn’t have words for, so he would just breathe them out in heady little hiccups.
“I got myself tested,” I admitted. “Not because of you…well. I mean…it was the sensible thing to do.”
“I haven’t had time,” he said. “Sorry, I’ve just been so busy and then…”
“I know,” I said. “I understand how busy you’ve been.”
“But I got tested after Thomas, and I haven’t been with anyone since.”
“Why are we talking and not fucking?” I smiled. “I know, you told me, so I’m happy to go without.”
“Plenty of lube.”
“All of the lube. Anything else your highness requires, or can I go back to eating your arse?” Where this language was coming from was beyond me, and perhaps he was right. I was feeling brave. A newfound confidence that pulsed through my veins, and then I winked at him. Me? Noah Fairweather? I winked at this gorgeous man, and then, before I blushed at my silly behaviour, I dove back down where I belonged and gave his dick a few good goes with my mouth. Sucked him and licked him and teased that little slit of his until he was making those little noises again.
“Anything,” he huffed. “Oh fuck.”
My finger was now circling his opening, my hand fiddling around for the lube, which I had cheekily dropped on the bed earlier. Assumptions. I’d felt stupid at the time, now I was just grateful for my organised nature. Lube. All the lube.
“You’re so good at this,” he whispered up there, his leg jerking out to the side as my finger went all the way in past the second knuckle. Small movements, circling his insides. I knew where to find his pleasure, and this? Oh God. I loved this. Lived for this. This brilliant man and all his little quirks. Like his leg kicking out. Having to hold his hand down so he wouldn’t push my head away when I swallowed down his cock.
