A Younger Man (27 page)

“All right.” Breathing just as heavily, Zane licked his lips. They felt so full already; he bet if he looked in a mirror they would appear swollen and red. He rested his forearms on Noah’s shoulders, pecked a soft kiss to his lips, and said, “Hi.”

“Hi, honey.” Noah’s entire being, his voice, his eyes, the tension in his muscles softened visibly when he spoke that one endearment. In that one sweet word, he made Zane’s bones ache with consuming need. “I missed you these last two days.” Noah brushed his knuckles against Zane’s cheek.

With the slightest turn of his head, Zane pressed a kiss to Noah’s hand. “I missed you too.” Noah’s gentle sincerity pushed at the brazen bravery recently awakened in Zane. Tangling his hand in Noah’s shirt, he pulled the guy in and murmured hotly against his lips, “But right now I really want you to fuck me.”

“God help me,” Noah dug his fingers into Zane’s hair and tilted his head back, keeping them unbearably close, “I really want that too.”

Zane grinned. “Good talk then.”

His lips tilted up just as much, Noah replied, “I liked it too.” He then descended the rest of the way and reclaimed Zane with a clinging kiss.

Every touch and kiss Noah delivered seared a brand into Zane he instinctually knew would live on his flesh forever. The knowledge that from now on, every time he looked at his naked body in a mirror he would somehow see and feel everywhere Noah had laid hands and mouth on him, sent liquid fire straight through Zane’s blood and sent him up in flames.

Noah scraped his teeth across Zane’s cheek, nibbling his way to Zane’s ear. As he licked around the shell and then slipped his tongue inside for a quick stab, he tore at the buttons on the front of Zane’s shirt. “Christ,” Noah lowered his hands to the button and zipper on Zane’s khakis and pushed his hand inside, “you make me so fucking hungry.” He ran his hand down Zane’s cock through his underwear, stroking with delicious firmness, and Zane bit his lip to counter the deep pleasure. The contact was so good it already had Zane pumping early cum and dampening his gray pair of Hanes.

Gritting his teeth against the power of Noah’s hands on him, Zane scrambled onto the table and stood in the center. He trembled with the desire to fall back into Noah’s arms, but while he still had enough cognitive brain activity to remember what he’d been fantasizing about for so many weeks, he ordered, “Take off every stitch of clothing, Noah Maitland.” Zane looked down at that black coffee stare locked in on him, and he wanted to obey anything the man told him. Zane forced himself to visualize all that stunning muscle hidden from his eyes, and he took a tiny step back on the table, out of Noah’s reach. “Remember, you promised me full nakedness this time.”

While moving to the bed, Noah shot Zane a sideways glance full of heat. “You too, honey.” He snapped out the flannel blanket, spread it entirely across the comforter on the bed, and then took a bottle of lube out of his back pocket before taking a seat. “I’m not nearly done looking or tasting every inch of your skin yet either.”

Zane waited, watching, until Noah removed his boots and socks. Only then did Zane slip his torn shirt off his shoulders. As Noah pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing those firmly toned shoulders and arms that had sparked Zane’s need to touch, right from the start, Zane kicked off his sneakers and toed out of his socks. When Noah stood and worked open the button on his jeans, Zane’s hands trembled and his breathing got a little choppy. Noah then slid the zipper down, pushed his jeans and underwear to the floor, kicked out of them, and stood before Zane in all his glorious nudity.

Oh my heavens.
Everywhere Zane looked made his mouth go drier than it had been the second before. Noah’s body appeared hewn for efficiency and physical labor. Every hard, thick line was pure muscle; he was golden tan everywhere, save a slightly paler hue in the middle that showed the length of the swim trunks he must wear on a regular basis. And his cock—Zane swallowed through a case of dry mouth again—his cock stood out straight and proud from a nest of white-blond curls. Noah’s penis was thicker and longer and full of even more blood-engorged veins in this erect state than Zane remembered. Perspiration suddenly dotted the back of Zane’s neck, but his dick pushed against his underwear and khakis, and his pucker squeezed repeatedly, proving his body remembered and liked everything Noah had done to it two days ago.

Noah took the three steps needed to stand in front of Zane on the table. Looking up, intensity humming through him in visible waves, he said, “Lose the pants.”

Without hesitation, without breaking his gaze from Noah’s, Zane nodded and dropped his khakis and underwear to his ankles. Holding eye contact, Noah lifted each of Zane’s feet, one at a time, and removed the clothes completely, tossing them to the floor. Noah took his fill of Zane, openly looking him over from top to bottom, and his cock lifted even more, pressing hard against his belly.

“Fucking shit, honey.” Noah inhaled shakily, and even pressed his forehead against Zane’s bare hip, as if he needed a moment to collect himself. “I know I’ve said it before, but you make me hard.”

His chest banding with too much tightness, Zane brushed his fingers through Noah’s hair and lifted his face out of hiding. “I know you think you’re just an ordinary guy. You’ve said throwaway stuff that makes me know you don’t think you’re anything special. But when I look at you, Noah, all I see is incredible beauty.” Zane could not stop touching the fine grooves fanning from Noah’s eyes or the harsh brackets around his mouth. The man’s very skin made Zane’s fingers feel alive. “I swear you are the sexiest man I’ve ever met.” With his other hand, Zane stroked the full length of his rock-hard, straining shaft, hard as hell, all due to this one man. “This proves it more than anything I can say.”

Releasing a hoarse noise, Noah shifted just the slightest bit, and without a word took Zane’s cock deep into his mouth, sucking him from root to tip in one full drag. An immediate cry spilled from Zane. He sank his fingers into Noah’s blond locks, needing something to hold on to before his legs gave out on him. Noah wrapped his arms around Zane’s legs, holding him close, and with a groan he went to town bobbing up and down on Zane’s shaft again and again and again.

Ohhhh shit.
Zane crushed his fingertips into Noah’s scalp as the warmest, wettest suction surrounded his prick. The most delicious, focused attack forced deeper pleasure through Zane’s entire being than he’d ever experienced in his twenty-four years on this earth. Zane bit into his lip to fight the concentration of joy enveloping his cock. He bore down with his teeth so hard he drew blood, but not even the sting of breaking his skin could compete with the glorious things Noah did to his prick.

Zane could hardly remain upright under the repeated, full slides of deep suction Noah put on his dick. Not that Zane had any knowledge of these things, but he would swear Noah had a mouth made for blowjobs. The way he moaned every time he took Zane to the throat shot shivers of delight through Zane, adding to the joyous thrum already vibrating through his system. Most potently drugging of all was the way Noah looked up at Zane the whole time, showing the unfettered lust living in his eyes and the pleasure he received in taking a mouthful of Zane’s cock. Zane’s penis wept its joy with each swipe of Noah’s tongue. When a moment later Noah dipped lower to lick Zane’s balls, and then pulled both ultrasensitive orbs past his lips to suck on them at the same time, Zane shot to his tiptoes and bucked his hips, out of his control.

“Ohhh God, Noah…” Zane bent over Noah, clutching at him, and rutted wildly at his face. It felt as if someone had shot pure adrenaline straight into his nuts and cock. “You’re gonna make me come.”

Noah spit Zane out fast. His face all rigid lines, he ordered, “Not yet.” Noah chopped at Zane’s legs and brought him down to kneel in front of him. Sparking coal burned in Noah’s eyes, turning them nearly black; he leaned in and dragged his tongue across Zane’s kiss-swollen mouth. “I haven’t nearly had enough of you yet.” He curled his hand around Zane’s hip, squeezing there, then moved on and rubbed his big, rough palm across Zane’s buttocks. As he touched, he never broke his gaze from Zane. “Give me your ass.”

Before Zane even became consciously aware of his actions, he turned around on the table and pressed his shoulders into the cheap wood, putting his tail end on full display for Noah. A tremble rolled through Zane, but an ache deep inside him made his passage flutter too. “It’s yours.”

“Christ, baby.” Although Zane couldn’t see him, it felt as if Noah ran three fingers down Zane’s crack, teasing the line of little-exposed skin, and then rubbed his bud. “You can’t possibly understand what you do to me.”

Zane wanted to say
“You do the same to me,”
but just then Noah spread Zane’s cheeks, wide apart enough to sting his flesh, and licked right over Zane’s asshole.

Oh God—motherfucking God.
With first contact Zane gasped, and his channel shivered and squeezed. Ever since that first night, when they’d been interrupted, Zane had daydreamed about how Noah had begun to kiss his bud in such an intimate way. He’d thought about it so much he’d pulled on his dick in the shower a couple of times while imagining where a kiss like that would have led if it could have gone on longer.

Behind Zane, Noah moaned against Zane’s pucker. He flicked his tongue against the small muscle with the softest, most insanely arousing touches. In response Zane whimpered, and his legs slipped wider apart on the table. Noah moved with Zane and kept his ass cheeks parted, his digits digging into Zane’s buttocks. He switched to sucking on Zane’s entrance, making every nerve ending there sing with joy. Lines of electricity shot from Zane’s ass to his cock and down his limbs. His hips lifted of their own volition, and he pushed his ass harder at Noah’s face. Noah growled and nipped at Zane’s skin. He smacked Zane’s ass, and the hot shock of contact had Zane shouting and dripping precum onto the tabletop.

Noah licked his way across the flesh he’d just reddened with his hand. In a rough tone, he murmured, “Fuck it, you taste good.” His teeth scraped across Zane’s sensitive skin in the most shiver-inducing way. “I love the way you respond to me.” Then Noah dived right back in, eating at Zane’s ass as if he needed to do so in order to save his life.

Each focused, suctioning pull on Zane’s pucker pulled deeper, more concentrated pleasure from within, making Zane grunt and circle his ass into Noah’s face even more. Noah licked harder and flicked faster at Zane’s entrance, and in response Zane pumped beads of precum from his cock in a continuous stream. His muscles grew tense and his sac felt heaver than a bag of flour, swaying between his legs and repeatedly slapping against Noah’s chin. The sounds and smells of sex permeated the small motel room, and everything Noah did to Zane pushed Zane farther and farther out onto a thin tightrope, where no net existed to catch him if—when—he fell.

As Zane’s balls lifted tight to his body, he breathlessly whispered, “Noah, oh God, please.” At the exact same moment, Noah stabbed his tongue against Zane’s entrance and pushed right through into Zane’s ass.
Oh God.
Zane tried to put a clamp on his sac, but Noah whirled his tongue inside Zane’s rim, moaning as he did it, and the twin sensation catapulted Zane headfirst into free fall. Zane jolted, electricity firing through every nerve ending in his system. As Zane came, he shouted, the noise high and tight, and he dumped line after spraying line of cum onto the table. Noah kept spearing his tongue into Zane’s hole, all the way through his release, and sent enough shivers of pleasure through Zane’s system to make him spit more ejaculate with each tiny invasion.

After Noah wrung the final bit of seed out of Zane, he pressed a soft kiss to Zane’s hole, and then rubbed his hands up Zane’s back in the gentlest caress. Against the small of Zane’s back, Noah whispered, “You were incredible.”

Noah’s voice, the contact, his choice of words, sounded like nothing so much as an end to their time together in this motel.
No.
Panic surged through Zane; his bone-deep need for this one man was still on high alert, contaminating his bloodstream.

In a flash Zane spun on the table and threw himself against Noah. Holding onto Noah, Zane felt new life explode inside him the moment Noah wrapped him up tightly too. Zane pecked kisses all over Noah’s face. “I’m sorry I shot so fast. But it doesn’t matter that I came. I still want you more than anything.” Looking into the fire still smoldering in Noah’s dark eyes, Zane rubbed his shaft against the man’s belly, feeling a new ache already overtaking him. “Carry me to that bed you paid for and fuck me until I come again.”

Noah tucked his arm under Zane’s ass and lifted him right off the table. “Honey,” as Noah turned and began to move, he released that rare, wicked grin of his, “I already planned to do that very thing.” Noah tumbled Zane down on the bed and came down on top of him, hands braced on the flannel blanket. “I was just taking a minute to bask in the spectacular way you look when you come.”

Zane arched his brow up at Noah in an exaggerated manner. “But I was facing away from you.”

“Darlin’,” Noah dipped down and licked at Zane’s mouth, “when you come, you look glorious from all angles.”

Zane parted his lips to accept Noah’s kiss, murmuring, “There you go getting me hard again.”

Zane thought he heard Noah mumble, “Good,” but Noah licked deep into Zane’s mouth right then, and Zane melted all over the bedding with the sweetest, most acute need. For the moment he could not process anything but Noah’s kiss. Noah sipped and fed from Zane’s mouth as if Zane were the most delicious, succulent fruit and he just wanted to take his time and savor every bit of flavor and nourishment. Each soft lick or little nip from Noah, and then into a deeper tasting, felt as if they went all the way inside Zane’s very being. Each element of Noah’s kiss stoked the wood fires burning within Zane, slowly creating a forest fire completely out of control.

Oh God. Please.
Zane reveled in Noah feasting on him; he squirmed beneath Noah, glorying in the full contact with Noah’s wonderful, hard body, each shift causing their flesh to rub together in the most delicious ways. His actions spurred by his rapidly growing feelings for this man, Zane ran his hands all over Noah, desperate to get at every inch of skin he could. Zane dug the blunt tips of his fingers into solid hot flesh, every action giving away how eager he was to merge into one with Noah once more.