Illegal Contact (The Barons #1)

Many people had said those exact words to me before, but coming from Noah, with his gaze heated and hands moving over me, it made my knees weak. I leaned against the desk and let him touch me—his fingers following the path of my pecs down my torso to my abs and then dipping along my V-cuts. I thought he would stop there and keep massaging my chest while I explored his mouth, but he dropped his hand lower and slid it into the band of my shorts.

Noah palmed my erection through my underwear with the confidence of someone accustomed to grabbing a dick. My eyes rolled back, and my body shuddered. He was capable of destroying me even without skin-to-skin contact.

“Fuck, you’re even bigger when you’re hard.”

I made a semi-incoherent sound and crushed him against me. My heart was beating so fast it was resounding in my ears, and it increased when he slid his hand into my underwear and started jacking me. With his fingers tight and thumb pressed to the slit, I felt like coming two strokes in. My legs were spread wide enough to burn my hamstrings, and my thighs were trembling like I was doing a plank instead of having my wood milked by a good little college boy.

“Yeah, Noah,” I whispered. “Jerk that dick, baby.”

A raw groan wrenched out of Noah, and he plastered himself to me tighter. One of my knees was pressed to his crotch, so I could feel how hard he was through the thick fabric of his Dickies. I about lost it when he started grinding against me. Losing it seemed even closer to my reality when precum slicked my erection so much that I could hear the slick sound of his hand pumping. My abdomen tightened, and an arc of pleasure shot through me.

“Stop,” I growled against his mouth. “Hold up.”

He obeyed, and took his hand off me. Too close. Way too close. I needed to make this last.

We kissed again, like the world was ending or the ship was sinking and this was our last goodbye, while I returned the favor of getting him naked. I yanked his button-down open and off, sending buttons flying everywhere in my clumsy panic to get him naked. He didn’t complain. Even when I tore the collar of his white undershirt. Just twined his tongue with mine and kissed me until I was near delirious with lack of oxygen. Not sure what it said about me that I’d rather have lost consciousness than end this kiss. But he did before me.

“You turn me on so badly,” he panted, mouthing down my throat. “It’s not fair.”

I rooted for a coherent response in the depths of my lust-addled brain, but he sank his teeth into the tendons on the side of my neck, and I lost my mind.

“Oh fuck.”

Noah sucked on the spot while I ground against his thigh, and he reached between us to fully shove down my shorts and underwear. He moaned and licked his way up again, sucking my tongue into his mouth while we ground against each other. By the time I had our positions reversed and him sitting on the edge of my desk with his thighs spread open, our restless frotting was driving me wild.

Noah reached down one-handed to undo his fly. His mouth moved more frantically after I yanked his pants and briefs down so our dicks could glide together. My past of hooking up had always been more or less the same—hard fucking or dick sucking, little kissing, and definitely no prolonged fooling around. Foreplay had never been my thing when I was in a paranoid rush to get off and hustle the other person out the door before they could snap a picture. Yet I was more than content to grind on Noah’s lean, naked body all day long. Maybe even for the rest of my life.

Except that was all jokes once he bent his knees, and my brain hyperfocused on his ass. I grabbed my dick and rubbed the precum-slicked head against his hole.

“Shit,” he groaned, reaching down to jerk himself off. Didn’t even hesitate, just started stroking it while his knuckles brushed against me.

I swallowed the rest of his moans and fucked his mouth with my tongue while jerking my dick with the head still pressed against his ass. He rubbed against it urgently.

“Bet you’re tight as hell.”

This time Noah shuddered. “We should stop,” he said, still stroking himself. Still making sure his tongue grazed me with every word. “Bad idea.”

“What’s a bad idea?”

“This,” he panted. “Letting you fuck me until you come in me.”

Jesus Christ, he was going to kill me. My hands began to shake again. I couldn’t stop kissing him between each sentence, needing to taste the lips that were saying words so dirty.

“You’d let me come in you?” I nibbled his lower lip, our eyes locked and heads pressed together. “Use you until I fill you up?”

He made another of those wrecked sounds and rocked against me. I could feel his ass clenching against the crown of my dick.

“Is that what you think about, Noah?” I asked, voice coming out in a low growl as I dragged the dampness against him. “You fucking tell me.”

“Yeah.” Now it was Noah who was shaking. His entire body was tight with tension, sweat glistening on his skin and muscles tight. “Sometimes.”

“Oh, fuck yeah.” I licked the side of his face, collecting sweat, and watched him slowly fall to pieces. “Tell me why. And how.”

“Here. I first thought of it here. You fucking me on this desk.” Noah was clawing at me now and pitching his voice lower, but it didn’t seem like embarrassment. Judging from the need leaking from his own dick, he was unraveling just as fast as me. “You had me pull up your chart from your doctor, and I was thinking—how I knew everything about you. How I could feel every inch of your bare flesh if you fucked me.”

Another hard kiss, then I came as close to begging as I could. “Let me.”

He shook his head again, looking agonized even as he started kissing me again.

We were locked together, sweating and dripping precum all over each other. I didn’t see how he thought me sinking into his ass was more of a line being crossed than us fooling around. I could have pointed out that logic, but an arc of heat lanced through me once his breath hitched higher, and I defaulted into a teenage boy.

“Can I put the tip in?”

It made no sense. At all. But Noah nodded and resumed his frantic exploration of my mouth. We were drunk on each other. It was the only explanation why I was begging him to slip my dick inside him just a little instead of going all the way.

Noah tilted his head back once I was inside him, eyes closed and throat bobbing with each swallow. He started jerking himself off as I did the same, stroking my shaft while his ass clenched around the crown. It was the worst kind of tease, but so tight and hot that the onslaught of a coming orgasm built in me and spread.

I pulled out, panting against his throat, and tapped the tip of my dick against his hole. He made a noise that sounded like sex and velvet encapsulated, right before shoving half the things off my desk so he could scoot backwards. With one palm planted against the desk, the other tight around his dick, and one knee drawn up and turned to the side, it was clear he wanted to feel me again.

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