“I want you so fucking bad,” he growled, releasing Noah’s face so he could bite along the shell of his ear.
“Let me shower and you can do anything you want to me,” Noah promised breathlessly before his tongue plunged back into Adam’s mouth, giving as good as he got.
They tumbled from the elevator, into the hallway, Adam shoving him up against every available surface to kiss and lick and tease over whatever bit of Noah he could get to, only stopping to fish his key from his pocket. Once inside, he trapped Noah up against the door. “I want to be inside you. Now.”
Noah moaned. “Shower…”
Adam wrapped his hand around Noah’s throat. “Now.”
Noah shoved Adam away. “No. No. No. Shower first. Then sex. That’s not up for debate.” When he saw Adam’s sullen expression, he rolled his eyes and smiled. “You can shower with me,” he coaxed, giving him another lingering kiss. “You can even wash my back.”
Before Adam could reply, Noah began stripping, leaving a trail of clothing behind him in a way that shouldn’t have been sexy but somehow was. Adam picked up the fallen pieces like breadcrumbs, dumping them in his hamper, entering the bathroom just as Noah stepped under the shower head, eyes closed, face tipped into the spray.
Adam slowly peeled off his own clothes, not in any attempt to seduce but just because he was loath to take his eyes off Noah long enough to complete the task. Once naked, Adam just stood there, bottom lip trapped between his teeth, his eyes following the water as it ran over Noah’s skin, clinging to every muscular curve. Noah was fit but without the washboard abs and bulging biceps of the rich kids Adam usually partied with. Noah’s body had been carved from labor, not the gym, and he couldn’t get enough of it.
Adam stepped in behind Noah, who glanced up over his shoulder. Droplets of water clung to his lashes, and his tongue darted out to taste the water on his lips. Adam wanted a taste, too. He cupped Noah’s face, giving in to temptation.
The thought had him groaning into Noah’s mouth, his hands sliding around to grip his ass and pull him close enough to feel his hard cock press against his hip.
Noah broke the kiss, grabbing the washcloth and holding it out to Adam. “Help me?”
Adam’s nostrils flared at Noah’s breathless tone. “Seems a waste when I’m just going to dirty you up again.” Adam sulked before catching his mouth once more, nipping hard enough to draw blood, then sucking on Noah’s wounded lip.
Noah tilted his head to give Adam access to his throat. “Promises. Promises.”
Adam laughed, spinning Noah back around and dragging him up against him. Noah dropped his head against Adam’s shoulder, eyes floating closed as he began to wash him.
He took his time, using the soapy cloth to explore Noah’s body, drawing the rough cotton material over one nipple while his fingers teased the other, floating lower over his belly, wrapping his cloth-covered fist over Noah’s cock, jerking him slowly. “Adam…” he groaned, face tipped just right for him to watch Noah fall apart.
He pressed his lips to Noah’s ear, even as he let the cloth work along his body, scrubbing every fold and crevice before pressing his erection against the curve of Noah’s ass. “This was your idea. I would’ve had you bent over the mattress by now, my fingers already deep inside you, working you open so you’re nice and ready for me.” Noah’s eyelids fluttered, lips parting as his breaths quickened. Noah was always so responsive. “Do you feel how hard you make me? I want to be inside you so fucking bad right now. I want to breed you, mark you… I want my scent on your skin. People need to know…”
“Know what?” Noah whispered.
Adam’s hand closed around his throat, gripping just tight enough to pull a shuddery sob from him. “That you’re mine. Just mine. That you fucking belong to me.” Adam dropped the washcloth, encircling Noah’s cock with his soapy hand. “You like that, don’t you? Like being mine?”
Adam needed the words, too, needed Noah’s confession, but his only response was a stilted nod and a broken sob. The sound shot straight to Adam’s dick. He wanted to tease Noah, make it good for him, but he was two seconds away from just pushing him up against the shower wall and impaling him right there.
“You want me inside you?” Adam crooned as he licked the water from the shell of his ear. “You want me to fuck you? Fill you up? Make you take it? All of it? All of me?”
Noah’s hips flexed as he tried to work himself into Adam’s loosened fist, giving another little whine of frustration when Adam didn’t give him what he wanted. He tightened the hand at Noah’s throat until he could feel his pulse thrumming beneath his fingertips.
“I asked you a fucking question,” he growled into his ear, tone menacing.
Noah shivered against him. “Fuck. Yes. You know I want that, too. Stop teasing me and fuck me already.”
Adam blew out a breath at Noah’s panting words, fingers squeezing his throat just a tiny bit tighter. “I need to hear it. I need to hear you say it. Tell me.”
“I want you to fuck me. Fill me up,” Noah promised, still trying to work his way in and out of Adam’s clenched fist. “Make me beg.”
Adam’s teeth sank into Noah’s throat. “Is that what you want? To beg?”
Noah didn’t answer, just whimpered.
Adam couldn’t take it anymore, he dropped to his knees on the tile, biting Noah’s ass cheek hard enough to make him hiss in pain. Adam tongued over the imprints from his teeth. “Open your legs.”
He made a low rumbling noise in his chest when Noah did as he was told without hesitation. Adam skimmed his fingertips over his balls before trying to spread him open. Noah was too tense. Adam bit him once more, then soothed over the spot. “Open up for me, baby. I want to taste you.”
This time, when Adam touched him, he opened easily. Adam took advantage, burying his face in the heart of Noah, teasing his entrance, licking and sucking at it until Noah’s legs were shaking.