Who am I to argue? He wants me where I need to be.
Tossing the lube to the floor, I guide my hard-as-fuck cock to Noah’s ass and slowly start to push through the wall of muscle. Sweat breaks out on my brow from the intense pleasure I feel entering him. He’s so tight and, with the lube, he’s also warm and wet. Just having him surrounding me is sending my orgasm spiraling through me but I bite it back as I breathe to gain control.
Clenching my teeth together, I’m finally all the way in. Noah’s balls are tight and heavy against me with his dick lying swollen so hard that it looks painful against his stomach. The crown bulges, discharging pre-cum like no one’s business.
With my finger, I rub the liquid over his stomach and tease more by tracing the length of his shaft to his balls.
“Move,” Noah grinds out between his teeth. “Please.”
His hands slide along my thighs and grip my hips as he urges me to move on him.
Teasing over with, I slide out and slam back inside.
Noah throws his head back groaning in pleasure, but he nearly shoots off the bed when I change the angle of my thrusts and hit his gland on every downward thrust.
My own release is creeping up on me and my excitement knows no bounds with Noah being under me. With his ass undulating around my thick, hard shaft, I’m sure my release is going to hurt.
The fire has started to roar through my blood, and right now is centered in my balls, but very slowly it starts to trickle outwards.
“No,” I hiss between my teeth, ducking and sucking the head of Noah’s dick into my mouth. I take as much as I can and feel his ass tighten, strangling my dick in a vice like hold as he releases in my mouth.
I can’t hold off any more. His cock drops from my mouth as I roar through my own release. The pleasure isn’t stopping; my hips pump in a slow rhythm as the ripples in Noah’s ass drag more and more cum out of my dick.
Slowing my hips, finally, I glance down and realize Noah came just as hard. The small amount I took in my mouth is nothing compared to what’s on his belly. It’s fucking everywhere.
I chuckle and run my finger through it and watch as Noah’s eyes darken.
“Don’t get any ideas. That’s just taken everything out of me,” I comment.
“I might be feeling aroused, but my body is too spent to do anything about it.”
Slowly withdrawing from Noah, I collapse on top of him. “You felt so fucking good,” I mumble, rubbing my spent dick against his. The jizz is sticking to us, but I don’t give a shit.
Noah’s arms wrap around me as he holds me tight before kissing my brow.
This is home. It’s not about sex but, to be honest, I’ve never experienced the connection or heat that I did just now. I know that this sex is different because we love each other. I’ve certainly never experienced it before, and I doubt Noah has.
Tomorrow is a new day, and I’m more determined than ever to get to the bottom of the problem at the site because I no longer want Noah sleeping anywhere but in my bed with me.
Chapter Fourteen
Ramon
After the tender loving of last night I’m feeling more confident in my dealing with Brendan Griffin. There’s no reason why he should get to me but I find that he does.
We’ve crossed paths before, but never really spoken to any extent since Andrew died. Every time I see him, he reminds me of Andrew, and yes, the guilt I have for not being able to reciprocate Andrew’s feelings for me makes me feel all the more guilty. In reality there is nothing for me to feel guilty about. I hadn’t seen him for months when he’d gotten drunk and then got behind the wheel. Sure, he’d tried to get in touch with me before his accident, but I’d been elusive.
Even though I want to believe Griffin isn’t behind anything going on, my heart knows that Michael’s right. I only wish I’d thought of Griffin before now. If something isn’t done, someone is going to be seriously hurt, so with that thought in mind, I push into the ground floor office of Griffin Construction.
His office is like the McKenzie one in downtown Lexington. It has the same modern look and floor to ceiling windows. Lots of glass, chrome and white walls with murals that he no doubt paid a fortune to have painted especially for his office space.
It’s not what I expected. A long time ago, I went home with Andrew when his parents were away on vacation. Their home had been Victorian with the pieces on display matching the time period.
But as I look around now, I can’t help wondering why the office is so different from his home.