Authors: Cameron Dane
“Christ.” Moaning low, Noah reached down and adjusted his rapidly hardening dick. “I’ve awakened an insatiable sexual beast.”
“One who only wants you, Noah,” Zane said, his voice tightening with each full drag he put on his cock. “I need in this way only because of you.” Zane tweaked his little nipples, distending each one with small tugs that made him gasp. “For you.”
Fucking shit, baby.
Such powerful need slammed through Noah he shook with it. No longer caring about propriety or what anyone might think, he stumbled to a tall, open bookshelf, knowing he kept a bottle of lube in a decorative box there. As he fumbled with shaky fingers for the lube, his attention slid to a small package wrapped in blue paper with a bow stuck to it. A different kind of skittering rushed through Noah’s heart at the sight, a fluttering even more powerful than sexual need. Noah grabbed the gift and the lube, and rushed to Zane with new jittery excitement humming within.
When Noah reached Zane, he swooped in, stole a fast, hard kiss, and then thrust the small box against Zane’s chest. “Here. This is for you.” As Noah’s heart started hammering even harder, he stepped back and blurted, “Happy birthday.”
Zane’s mouth gaped, and his brow pulled with deep furrows. “What?”
“The other day a little birdie named Hailey mentioned that you had a cake last Sunday to celebrate your birthday.” Taking Zane’s hand, Noah gave it a little squeeze. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“It’s not a big deal.” Zane shrugged.
“It’s a big deal to me.” Noah pecked a fast kiss to the back of Zane’s hand. “You should have said something.”
Zane flushed red all the way down to his chest. “Okay; I thought if I told you it might have come across as hitting you up for a gift, and I could never want more than what I already have when I’m with you.”
In immediate response, Noah’s penis shoved hard against his jeans. “Shit, baby.” He popped the snap and loosened the zipper, giving his growing shaft some breathing room. “Unless you’re gunning to make me come before I can get inside you, you should stop saying stuff like that. You know what it does to me.”
Zane’s eyes twinkled in the sunlight. He leaned up and pecked a kiss to Noah’s jaw. At the same time, he guided Noah’s hand down to feel the spike-stiff rod pressing hard against his belly. “The same thing you giving me this present does to me.”
With a groan, Noah took his hand away before every velvety-hot inch of Zane’s cock stole his complete attention. Instead, he forced a chuckle and said, “You don’t even know what’s in the box yet.” He nudged the package against Zane’s chest again, butterflies working overtime in his stomach. “Open it.”
“Okay.” Zane bounced a bit as he agreed, and his shyly sweet enthusiasm pulled at all kinds of strings already wrapped around Noah’s heart. Zane tore through the paper like a little kid, but then paused for a moment before opening the hinged box within. When he did, he whispered, “Oh, Noah,” and ran his fingertips over the matte, gunmetal-colored watch within. He then lifted his gaze to meet Noah’s. “It’s so beautiful.”
Noah shrugged, but on the inside he did happy back flips. “You’re always grabbing my wrist to check the time, so I thought you could use one of your own.”
Zane cocked his brow so high it went halfway up his forehead. “You don’t like me grabbing your wrist?”
Growling in that special way Zane pulled out of him, Noah snaked his arm around the man’s waist and tugged him to the edge of the bench, right up against Noah. “I love when you look at my watch, and I hope you still will. This,” Noah tapped the box, “is for when we aren’t together. I don’t so much like the idea of you grabbing other guys to check the times on their watches.”
Once again, Zane’s brows knitted together. As he rested his wrists against Noah’s shoulders, gift still in hand, he said, “You know what is kind of weird? I just realized I only do that with you. I never have with anyone else, before I met you, or since.”
A powerful rush of possessiveness flooded Noah. “Good.” Noah could feel the corner of the box against his shoulder, and he reached back to guide it between them. “I think it’s a good-looking piece, but it’s also sturdy and functional,” he explained. “You should be able to wear it at the restaurant and not worry about anything happening to it.”
“Shit, Noah.” Zane swallowed visibly. “Hearing you explain the thought behind why you chose this particular one is making my heart pound even harder.” Zane managed to get the pillow holding the watch out of the box, but he couldn’t get the latch to click open. A trilling chuckle escaped him, and he looked up at Noah with a shy grin. “Can you put it on for me?” He handed the gift to Noah. “It’s silly, but my hands are shaking.”
Noah’s chest tightened wildly, nearly something painful. Still, first, he brought Zane’s hand to his mouth and kissed the inside of his wrist. Only then did he take the watch off the small pillow, open it, slide it over Zane’s hand, and then lock down the latch. “There.” His voice scratched. “It fits.” Noah didn’t need Zane to know he’d estimated the size by thinking about how his fingers felt closed around Zane’s wrists when holding him down during sex—and that the memory was apparently seared so completely into his brain that he’d had the jeweler remove exactly the correct amount of links.
Zane held out his arm, moving his wrist this way and that, and let the sunlight glint off the watch from every angle. “It’s perfect. I love it.” Suddenly Zane threw his arms around Noah and clung to him with a python-like grip. With his face buried against Noah’s neck, he whispered, “Thank you.”
Just as gruff, holding Zane just as hard, Noah said back, “You’re very welcome.”
Zane clung to Noah for long minutes, and Noah let him, sensing the younger man needed to express his thanks, and this was how he did it. Noah welcomed the closeness; he didn’t want anything else; he didn’t need anything else. He just wanted Zane happy and safe, all the time.
As Noah held Zane, he rubbed circles into the man’s sun-heated back, slowly letting his open hand glide in a wider and wider span with each go-round. Warmth infused Zane’s smooth skin and sank into Noah’s palm; the renewed tingle of growing desire sparked to life in Noah’s hand and worked its way up his arm. Noah tightened his grip reflexively, and he began nibbling and sucking on Zane’s shoulder, ravenous for that uniquely sweet taste of Zane’s body, something only Noah understood and craved. Another growl full of ownership rumbled in him; he scraped his fingers down to Zane’s ass, first squeezing the firm hills of flesh and then sliding his middle digit into the crease.
Right next to Noah’s ear, Zane’s breath caught with an audible gasp. He pushed his buttocks into Noah’s hands, openly begging for more. Gliding his fingers through Noah’s hair, Zane kissed his way up Noah’s nape and jaw to his mouth, holding there as he looked up at Noah with storms of blue swirling in his eyes. “I love when you touch me.” He keened as Noah pushed another finger into his crack to rub the hidden star of skin. “I can’t seem to ever get enough.”
Breathing heavily already, Noah let go of Zane to tear off his T-shirt and throw it aside, where it caught on the porch railing. He quickly dug his fingers into Zane’s ass cheeks again. The feel of that taut, warm flesh under Noah’s hands made his cock rage behind his loosened jeans. “I want to do a hundred things to you all at once,” he confessed. A combination of vulnerability and raw desire he couldn’t keep hidden made his tone harsher than he felt inside. “What do you want?”
Leaning in, their mouths only millimeters apart, Zane threaded his fingers through the hairs as the base of Noah’s neck in a way that made Noah shiver. “Kiss me.” His open gaze pleaded as much as the words spoken.
Noah smiled against Zane’s mouth. “Always,” he said, just before pressing his lips to Zane’s in a gentle kiss. Zane made a soft noise and tugged at Noah’s hair, but Noah controlled the pace and depth of this mating of their mouths—at least for the moment. Each grazing brush of their lips or fleeting flick of their tongues worked as a matching touch on Noah’s cock, and his shaft lifted hard against his stomach and wept early beads of cum, filled with his need.
With every deeper foray into Zane’s lush mouth, Noah moaned and rocked himself against his young lover, letting the friction between their bodies ignite sparks all along his exposed flesh. Unable to keep this contact at a teasing level anymore, Noah slashed his lips across Zane’s and deepened the kiss, stealing his way to the back of Zane’s mouth with aggressive swipes from his tongue. In response Zane surged against Noah with his entire body, his cry muffled between the seal of their kiss.
Fuck yes.
Noah took the brunt of Zane’s passion into his own flesh, letting it fuel his desire to own every inch of this man in any way he could. Reaching between them, Noah shoved his zipper down the rest of the way, and then pushed his underwear and jeans down just enough in front to set his cock free. The warm breeze in the air barely had a chance to drift across Noah’s searing length before it reared and pushed against Zane’s granite-stiff shaft, lining up as if they were meant to be soldered together. Zane jolted at the contact, but almost as fast he thrust his hand down into the mix. Along with Noah, Zane started working his fist up and down their straining shafts, right behind Noah’s rough pulls. The constant contact sent Noah’s dick into a frenzy of nerve endings, all clamoring for the tandem handjob.
Losing his sense of finesse, Noah bit at Zane’s lips and fought his way back inside to fuck Zane’s mouth in the way his dick wanted to ram into the man’s ass. Instead Zane tangled his tongue with Noah’s and gained equal charge in the kiss, licking at Noah as deeply as Noah had tasted him. Zane’s battle for dominance pulled a wicked, swelling need in Noah’s nuts.
Panting, his chest lifting and falling in big waves, Noah tore his mouth from Zane’s and broke the kiss. “Zane … Oh Christ, baby.” Noah’s body vibrated with pure desire. “Suck me.” His penis throbbed with its own frantic heartbeat, and his request was pushed out through a constricted throat. “Please. Suck my cock.”
Zane put two fingers to Noah’s lips. “Shh. It’s okay.” He ran his hand down the underside of Noah’s shaft to massage his sac, to Noah’s gasp of delight. “Get up on this bench,” he helped Noah up to stand on the cushioned surface, where he still kneeled, “and get that sexy dick of yours right in line with my mouth.”
Before Noah could adjust to standing on the bench, Zane wrapped his kiss-reddened lips around the dark head of Noah’s cock and gave it a good, hard suck. Acute pleasure rocketed to every corner of Noah’s being, and a rough shout erupted from his core. With the second, deeper pull Zane put on Noah’s penis, Noah automatically hissed and punched his hips forward for more. Noah’s upper body bowed backward over the porch railing, but Zane didn’t slow down for one second. He easily accepted more of Noah’s shaft into the hot cocoon of his mouth, and Noah could barely stand to feel the mind-numbing sensations working their way through his length to torment his balls.
Oh Christ. Christ.
Noah stretched his arms all the way across the railing, searching for a way to hold himself to this earth. Gripping the stained, sealed wood with a death grip that would leave him with splinters, Noah tried to harden himself against the feel of Zane sucking his prick. He didn’t want to come before he had his cock balls-deep in Zane’s ass.
Gritting his teeth, Noah didn’t think anything could delight his nuts and shaft more than Zane’s sweet mouth wrapped around his penis, sucking and licking and even lightly grazing his teeth over every supersensitive nerve ending living on the surface of Noah’s skin. Each touch pushed Noah toward snapping. And holy hell, Zane didn’t neglect Noah’s balls either, and even seemed to love getting his face between Noah’s legs to lick as much skin as he could. All of that pushed Noah dangerously near the edge of what he could stand to feel. But then—
motherfucking God
—on his knees, Zane looked up at Noah, and his eyes were glazed with desire. Zane started swaying that firm, pale ass of his, swishing the taut, enticing globes in time with each full drag of his mouth up and down Noah’s cock, and Noah couldn’t help jamming his dick even deeper into Zane’s mouth. Zane only moaned around Noah’s invasion. Between the sound of Zane’s pleasure, the warmth of his constant suction on Noah’s prick, and the sight of his perfect ass twitching high in the air, Noah severed what little ties he had to drawing out this encounter and making it last.
Jesus mother
. Noah dragged Zane up from sucking his cock and scraped a fast kiss across his swollen lips. Base desire fueling his tone, he said gutturally, “I need to fuck you.” As Noah stepped off the bench, he dug the lube out of his pocket and shoved it at Zane. “Make yourself ready for me.” Noah needed a minute to regroup. He feared that in this second, if he pushed even one finger into Zane’s ass to prepare him for the ride, he would shoot his load onto the porch floor.
“Noah…” Zane’s eyes sparkled in the sunlight and his fingers trembled as he opened the bottle of lubricant. “I’m so hard for you.” Zane remained kneeling on the bench, his cock plastered against his belly. His balls sat high and tight against his body, both a deep crimson in color.
When Zane reached around to his tail end, Noah shifted, and he watched as Zane worked his pointer finger into his ass.
“Oh God…” Zane moaned with the self-fingering. His buttocks tightened, and Noah knew his channel must be clenching like crazy. Zane forced a second digit past his entrance and into his body. With two fingers tucked in his rectum, twisting deep in his passage, Zane bit his lip, and his prick leaked a milky line of precum.
His stare locked on Noah, Zane beseeched Noah with desperate hunger in his eyes. “I don’t need anything more than the lube. Take me.” He turned around and bent himself in half, not stopping until the side of his face was planted into the bench cushion. Reaching back, he then pulled apart his cheeks to reveal his hole. “I belong to you.”
The sight of Zane offering Noah that slicked-up pink ring slammed a powerful need through Noah harder than a freight train crashing into him at full speed. Unable to check himself, Noah grabbed hold of Zane’s hips with every ounce of strength he possessed and rammed his cock into Zane’s ass, claiming him with one shot, to the root.