Mere inches from his mouth, I admit, “I’ve wanted my hands on you all day…I can’t wait any longer.” My hands clasp the sides of his head, and before he can take his next breath, my mouth is on his.
The groan from Noah gets trapped between us as our tongues touch and fight to take control of the kiss. Passion with Noah is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It’s like a fire that consumes us before it shifts to a liquid warmth that is as fulfilling as it is comforting.
Our hunger knows no bounds as our mouths stay locked together; our tongues entwine and our teeth bump together.
Noah’s hands squeeze my ass before he pulls me flush against him. Both of our cocks are hard as fuck as they rub together…but there’s too much material between us.
Forcing my mouth away…I inhale and catch my breath when Noah’s hand slips to the front of my slacks and slides the zipper down, followed by the popping of the button.
His fingers search and find. He wraps them around my throbbing erection and then Noah shoves my slacks and underwear down past my hips. My eyes roll back in pleasure as his thumb caresses over the bulging head, his finger rubbing along the slit where more pre-cum tingles and releases in excitement.
“Does Sylvia make you feel like this?”
It takes me a minute for my lust filled brain to register his words, and when I do, I answer, “Fuck, no. Where’s this coming from?” I think I know but need him to tell me.
Not wanting to have this conversation with his hand on my dick, I knock it away. Hitching my shorts and slacks up, my frustration is clear on my face.
Why the fuck does he have to start this now when I know good and well that he was just as involved in what we were doing as I was? This is annoying as fuck.
“Don’t go getting all defensive. I saw you outside with her.” He holds his hands up as I go to interrupt. “I know you went to talk to her, but you kept putting your hands all over her.”
He’s jealous!
Smiling, I step into his space and slam my lips down on his.
I catch him off guard, which doesn’t last long. His fist clenches in the back of my hair as he tugs my head back, breaking the kiss.
“You didn’t answer,” he growls, his breathing uneven.
“You’re jealous.”
“Answer, Ramon.”
“We really have to do this now when we’re both hard as fucking hammers?” I shove him away from me and tug at my hair in frustration.
“Okay, you want to know what I’m jealous of? Then I’ll tell you.” He’s getting good and angry now. “I’m pissed that you will so openly touch Sylvia when you won’t me. I’m pissed that you’ve spent the majority of today with others, instead of me, your date. I’m pissed that I’m still working on your site with no end in sight, and that I have to stay away from you during the week…Fuck!” He turns and drops his ass in the chair with his head dropped as though he has too much on his shoulders to hold it up anymore.
Not sure if my touch will set him off again, or calm him, I move forward. When I’m standing toe-to-toe with him, I thread my fingers through his hair and lean forward slightly. His forehead drops to my chest as I continue to caress the nape of his neck.
Resting my chin on the top of his head, I admit, “I told Sylvia that I’m gay and with you. I really do consider her a friend, but only a friend. I did have an interest in her when we first met, but that fizzled out before it even started. As to touching her, I never gave it a thought, and I’m sorry.” I kiss his bent head again, and smile softly into his hair when I feel his arms move around my waist to hold me to him. “This whole thing with the building site, and us having to live separately during the week is getting to me as well. I want it over with. I want to be able to come home from work every night and chill with you.”
Noah tilts his head up to meet my gaze. “I want that as well, and I’m sorry that I’m taking all my frustration out on you. It’s just today, and weddings. Committing to spending their life together when our life is so up in the air right now.”
Leaning down, I place a tender kiss to his lips. We both sigh in pleasure at the gentle slide of our mouths in a barely there whisper of lips.
“I’m also sorry for not claiming you as my boyfriend in front of the wedding guests. I’ve never really been in this situation before. It’s all new.” I offer a wry smile. “Just because I haven’t been holding your hand, or stealing secret kisses, doesn’t mean you haven’t been on my mind all day. Just so you know.”