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21
There was no turning back this time. I knew I’d confused Noah with the way I’d been acting around him—but I didn’t know if he realised just how confused I’d been myself. But after our conversation in the library earlier, cemented by our mutual decision to be here together, right now, I was all in. All I wanted was to lose myself in him, to make him forget anyone’s name but mine.
I allowed myself to finally look at him properly, to give in the way I’d wanted to, ever since that night I’d seen him kissing that blond dickhead at the party. I’d buried that desire deep down, denied it to myself, but now I let myself feel the burning attraction that had come out of nowhere and completely blindsided me, just like the way we’d first met when he’d crashed into my car. Seeing him there, sprawled out on his bed, mine for the taking, made my dick rock-hard and my heart race. He was so fucking gorgeous. His deep brown hair was all mussed up from where I’d had my hands in it, his cheeks were flushed, and his amber eyes were dark and wide. His soft lips were reddened from the way we’d been kissing, and it made me want to kiss him even more.
Last time we’d been in a similar position, after he’d given me a blowjob, I’d been apprehensive and unsure, but the large bulge in his shorts didn’t deter me this time. It was the opposite. I wanted to look, to touch, to taste. Fuck, I just wanted to mess him up, to make him as wrecked as I was already feeling.
“T-shirt off.”
A smile curved over my lips at the way he instantly obeyed my command. This was a side to him that I hadn’t seen before, and I liked it. A lot.
“Are you going to come over here, then?” He spoke hoarsely, staring at me from beneath his lashes as he ran a hand down his torso, flexing his muscles as he did so.
Fucking tease.
My cock was so hard, just watching him, and I had to fight my instincts and force myself to stay where I was.
“Shorts off.”
One eyebrow flicked up. His tongue slid across his lips as his fingers curled around the waistband of his shorts. “If that’s what you want.” Then, he began to lower them, and it took me 2.5 seconds to realise that he wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
I swallowed hard as his erect cock was revealed, the proof of just how aroused he was.
For me.
Lifting a finger, he beckoned me, like he’d done at the club. “Come here.”
I was just as powerless to resist as I’d been then.
But still, I took my time, drawing out the moment. Despite the fact that I was 80 percent confident, the other 20 percent of me was pure nerves. I needed that time to regroup, to remind myself that even though I’d never done this before, Noah was obviously into me, and I knew how to make it good for people that were into me. It was all about reading their body language, and that was something I liked to think I was good at. Plus, the longer I waited, the more riled up Noah would get.
Lowering my hands to the hem of my T-shirt, I watched as his gaze tracked my movements, his pupils dilating even further as I lifted it, pulling the fabric up my body. The way he was looking at me…it was like he’d looked at me in the club, like no one had ever looked at me before.
When my T-shirt dropped to the floor, I took a step towards the bed. Then another. When my legs hit the edge of the mattress I stopped, taking a second to breathe.
“Liam.”
My name was hissed out between his teeth, his fingers clenching and unclenching at his sides as he forcibly restrained himself from reaching out. I took one long, sweeping glance down his body, and fuuuuck…yeah, Ireallyliked what I saw.
I lowered my shorts, taking my underwear with them. The cool night breeze that was snaking into the room from the still open window stroked across my skin, sending goosebumps popping across my arms. Or maybe it was the way Noah’s gaze was so fucking ravenous as he took in my body, bared to him.
There was nothing between us now.
Noah made a low, desperate noise in his throat, and that wasit.
I lunged for him.
When my body covered his and he surged up to kiss me, I was lost. His arms wrapped around me, and his legs tangled with mine, and any doubts I’d had about this feeling weird were wiped away. His body against mine felt so right.
“Liam,” he panted in my ear, “tell me what you want.”
Instead of replying, I rolled my hips down. The hot slide and friction of his cock against mine felt so good, but I needed more. He was moaning underneath me, his hips moving against mine, his head thrown back against the pillow, baring his neck to me.
I took advantage, dragging my teeth over his skin and then clamping down. A gasp fell from his throat, followed by the dirtiest low moan I’d ever heard in my life.
“Lube. Drawer.” His words were strangled, but I still made them out. Shifting on top of him, I fumbled for the drawer, getting it open and finding the bottle on the first try. When I passed it to him and moved back into position, he looked up at me, smoothing one hand down my back. “I need to know what you want.”
“I want to fuck you.” The words came out without thought, but they were true. We’d gone from zero to a hundred, but I wanted it. There was no doubt in my mind.
