He takes me back into his mouth with a hungry sound that vibrates through my bones and leaves me shaky. He wraps a hand around the base, stroking my shaft in time with the bob of his head. The other hand slides up my thigh, gripping my hip to hold me steady as my knees threaten to buckle. His tongue swirls around the head on every upstroke, pressing into the sensitive spot beneath it until I’m panting, fingers threading gently through his hair without meaning to, without realizing.
“Oh god,” I choke out. “Noah— Noah?—”
He hums again, taking me deeper, relaxing his throat so I slide in further, nudge inside him deeper. The wet,obscene sounds fill my house—sucking, licking, the soft choke when he pushes his limits. Saliva drips down my shaft, slicking his fist as he twists on every other stroke. My hips jerk forward and he lets me, encourages it with a guiding hand on my ass, urging me to fuck his mouth.
I can’t believe this is happening. And I can’t believe how insane it feels.
It feelssogood.
His mouth feels so fucking good.
I’m shaking. Actually shaking, thighs trembling, one hand braced against the wall while the other cups his cheek. My thumb strokes along his jaw where it stretches around me, feeling the flex of muscle, the way his stubble scrapes my palm. He looks up at me through dark lashes, eyes glassy with lust, and the sight undoes me completely.
“You’re so—” I can’t finish. My voice cracks into a whimper as he sucks harder, hollowing his cheeks. Pleasure coils tight and vicious at the base of my spine. I’ve never felt anything like this. The wet heat, the perfect pressure, the way he seems to know exactly how to unravel me. I’m in utter heaven, floating and falling all at once.
My fingers trace his cheekbone, gentle even as my hips stutter. “Noah,” I gasp. “I’m— I can’t— I’m going to?—”
He doesn’t pull off. If anything, he doubles down, sucking me with filthy dedication, tongue working relentlessly. His other hand slips between my legs to cup my balls, rolling them gently, and that’s it.
The coil snaps.
I come with a broken cry, hips jerking as pleasurecrashes through me in heavy, pulsing waves. Noah swallows around me, taking every drop, throat working until I’m empty and oversensitive and shaking.
My hand stays on his face, thumb brushing his cheek in dazed, reverent strokes as the last tremors roll through me.
He pulls off slowly, pressing one last soft kiss to the head of my cock before tucking me away with surprising tenderness. And again, Noah keeps me on my toes with all the unexpected pieces of him.
He rises, wraps his arms around me, and holds me up when my legs finally give out. I bury my face in his neck, breathing hard, heart thundering against his chest. This embrace is almost more intimate than what he just did.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs into my hair. “I’ve got you, Cade.”
We stay like that for a long moment, my bare chest pressed to his clothed one, his hands stroking soothing circles up and down my back. The overnight bag sits forgotten by the door, a silent promise of everything still to come. My mind is a whirlwind—panic and bliss and that deep, aching want I’ve only just begun to understand—but Noah’s arms keep me anchored.
Eventually he pulls back enough to kiss me again, slow and sweet, letting me taste myself on his tongue. The intimacy of it makes fresh heat bloom low in my belly despite how thoroughly he just devoured me.
“Come on,” he says against my lips. “Let’s go upstairs. Our sleepover is just getting started.”
I let him lead me, fingers tangled with his, heart stillracing. For the first time in my careful, rule-bound life, I don’t want to run. I want to see what happens next. Even if it terrifies me. Especially because it terrifies me.
And Noah—god, Noah—looks at me like he knows exactly how deep I’m already in.
Like he’s been waiting for this version of me all along.
CHAPTER
SEVENTEEN
NOAH
I dropmy bag on the floor of his bedroom, and start the shower in the ensuite bathroom. Cade lets me strip him, and I am rock hard doing it. His body, lean and muscular, is fucking irresistable, with his light blonde little happy trail, and those dimples in his hips. I take his glasses off last, and kiss away the nerves he huffs out when I stand back and take him in, completely bare.
The hallway encounter from earlier still burns under my skin—his broken sounds, the way he shook while I swallowed him down, the adoring brush of his thumb on my cheek like it was about more than a blowjob. I’ve wanted him for so long. Now that I have him, even a little, it’s not enough.
It’s terrifying how much more I need.
The steam curls around us as I tug Cade into theshower behind me. Hot water cascades over our bare skin, and I press him against the tiled wall before he can overthink it. His back hits the cool surface with a soft gasp that I swallow with my mouth. His kisses are slow and sweet, exactly how I knew they’d be.
We make out, slow and deep, water streaming between our bare bodies and swollen lips. He tastes like surrender and happiness, and I want to drown in both. My hands discover his chest, thumbs brushing over his nipples until they pebble beneath my touch. Cade moans into our kiss, fingers digging into my shoulders to steady what I know are wobbly legs. His nerves only make me want him that much more.
