Adam had no problem being the aggressor; it was his default setting. If Noah wanted it rough, he’d give him what he wanted.
He slapped his face, just hard enough to get his attention, carding his hands through his hair and yanking it back to look him in the eye. “Careful what you wish for.”
Noah’s cheek stung but his cock throbbed from Adam’s slap, and when Adam reached down and wrapped his hands around Noah’s throat, tugging him to his feet, a shiver of awareness shot through his whole body, thoughts of everything but the two of them slipping away.
Adam’s mouth took his in a greedy kiss that brought Noah up onto his toes, a tiny whimper escaping. His hand slid from Noah’s throat to grip his chin tightly between thumb and forefinger, holding him in place so he could lick over his bottom lip, nipping it with his teeth before darting his tongue inside once more.
Noah’s whole body flushed, pleasure rolling over him. It was hardly Noah’s first kiss. It wasn’t even his first kiss with Adam, but the possessive way he explored Noah’s mouth had him grasping at Adam’s waistband, desperate for something to hold onto.
“I want your mouth on me,” Adam murmured into his open mouth. “You can do that for me. Can’t you, baby?”
Noah swallowed hard, tongue sliding out to wet his lower lip. He gave a stilted nod, brain hazy as he sank to his knees. He felt like a virgin, hands shaking as he fumbled to undo Adam’s belt and open his zipper, tugging the denim down. When the jeans pooled at Adam’s feet, he stepped out of them and kicked them free, fingers knotting in Noah’s hair, forcing his mouth against the rigid outline of his cock.
Noah inhaled deeply, eyes rolling at Adam’s scent, mouthing over the fabric of his underwear, noting it was already damp. Was Adam just as hot for him? Seemed hard to believe. He hooked his fingers into Adam’s waistband, dragging the underwear to mid-thigh before going back to nosing along the length of his now freed erection. His cock was perfect, heavy, and flushed, leaking at the tip. And Noah ached to taste it.
Sitting back on his heels, he gripped Adam’s length, tonguing at his slit and relishing the bitter pre-cum. Moaning, he leaned forward to suck him, head bobbing awkwardly with Adam’s fingers still tangled in his hair.
Adam yanked his head back, the sharp tug pulling another harsh sound from him. He looked down at Noah, his voice a warm rasp. “Oh, you can do better than that. Open your fucking mouth and show me how bad you want it.”
Adam’s words shot lightning through Noah’s core, stoking a fire within him. He did as he was told, lips parting, but unable to do more with Adam controlling his movements. He didn’t have to wait long. Adam fed him his cock an inch at a time, the weight heavy on his tongue, the tang of his skin making Noah’s already hard dick leak behind his zipper. His hands settled on Adam’s thighs, the hair tickling his palms, as he lost himself in making Adam feel good, sucking greedily.
Adam wasn’t done playing with him, though. He would pull free from Noah’s lips, only to slide back in deeper each time until he was fucking into Noah’s mouth in a brutal rhythm, stopping only to pull out and slap his cock on Noah’s tongue, like he was getting too close, too fast. The thought made Noah shiver.
“Fuck, baby. Your mouth feels so good. You’re doing so fucking good for me,” Adam muttered, his voice a harsh whisper. “Open up a little more. That’s it,” he crooned. “Fuck, yeah. That’s it, baby. That’s it.” He blew out a harsh breath, teeth clenched as he said, “That’s my good boy.”
Noah moaned around Adam’s cock, half afraid he might embarrass himself by coming in his pants just from his words and how much he seemed to love Noah’s mouth on him.
He grunted in pain as Adam’s other hand joined the first, twisting in his hair, holding him in place so he could drive into Noah’s throat, cutting off his air and triggering his gag reflex, his muscles convulsing around Adam’s cock until the world grew hazy. It was painful…terrifying…and also the single hottest moment of Noah’s life to date.
Adam held him hostage, hips moving in tiny aborted thrusts, his pubic hair tickling Noah’s nose as his air supply ran out.
Adam’s next words dragged over Noah’s ragged nerves like silk, his voice panting and raw. “That’s it. There you go. You’re doing so good. Just a little more. Oh, fuck. A little more. You’re so tight. So fucking tight for me.”
Noah’s blunt nails scratched at Adam’s thighs, eyes watering and saliva filling his mouth as a sense of euphoria kicked in. Just when he thought he might lose consciousness, Adam pulled free, jerking Noah’s head back. Tears streamed down his face as he took in big, gulping breaths, lungs burning like he’d just been pulled from the water.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” Adam murmured as he smeared his cock over Noah’s spit-slick lips.
Noah’s heart hammered in his ears, his whole body trembling. Fuck. There was definitely something wrong with him because he just wanted more. He wanted Adam to use him up, take what he wanted, uttering those filthy words while he did it. Even if it fucking killed him.
Adam’s gaze softened a little as he looked at him. “You’re so pretty, baby. You like being on your knees for me?”
Noah’s cock throbbed at his words. “Yeah,” he said, breathless.
Adam smiled, his hand running along Noah’s cheek. “Yeah? You like being good for me?”
“Yes,” Noah managed, blood on fire.
Adam slapped his face once again, a little harder this time. “I bet you’d like being bad for me even more.”