Noah stared at me, firming his lips.
"That's what I thought." With a mixture of anger and white-hot need, I brought my mouth down hard on his, and with his own frustrated groan, he parted his lips.
The kiss was dirty, hot and demanding. Teeth, tongue and lips battled for dominance. I worshipped his mouth with each stroke of my tongue, tasted his greedy moans, and breathed him in until my cock begged for release. My blood stirred with the need to feel him. All of him. I wanted it more than I wanted my next breath.
Noah didn't protest when I pressed against him, steering him toward the bed. Not even when I broke away, shoving him down onto the mattress, both of us gasping for breath. He propped himself up on his elbows as he stared up at me while I stood over him.
Whipping my shirt over my head, my body heated as Noah's gaze raked over every inch of my skin.
Still trying to catch my breath, I panted, "I propose a new rule."
Distracted, he muttered, "I make the rules."
I bit back a smile that would no doubt rile him up further. "I say we can touch, kiss, suck and fuck however much we want."
Preferably with strings attached. This wasn't a fling or experiment. I was playing for keeps.
"Jesus…" His gaze whipped to mine. "For a straight guy, that sounded really fucking gay. Hot, but gay."
Slipping the button on my jeans free and unzipping them, my lips quirked. "Not gonna lie. This definitely feels kinda gay. Why aren't you getting naked?"
He huffed. "Vetoed rule."
"No, you don't." The heavy denim fell to the ground, and I kicked out of my shoes and socks.
In only a pair of tight gray boxer briefs I came down on top of him, forcing him down onto his back. I hovered above him, refusing to give him what we both wanted until he admitted this thing between us wasn't going to disappear.
He glared up at me. "What's the matter? You chickening out now?"
"Hell no. But you need to tell me you want it."
Fire blazed in his eyes, betraying him. Dipping down, I angled my head to kiss his neck, grazing his skin with my teeth until I reached his ear before whispering, "Tell me you want me to make you feel good. Touch your cock. Suck it until you come down my throat."
Noah choked on a moan, but tilted his head, giving me better access to his neck. I took the invitation, nipping his throat before soothing away the pain with my tongue. His hips jerked, fingers twisting in the thick material of the comforter. Lifting away, I tsked. "Give me the words. I want to hear how bad you want my mouth."
He moaned. "You won't do it."
"No? Tell me and find out then," I rasped. My cock throbbed just thinking about what he might taste like.
His chuckle was strained. "Fine. You think you're up for it? I think you're all talk. Let's see if you change your mind with an actual dick in your mouth."
My arms shook with anticipation. "That a green light?"
He held his arms wide, trying to call my bluff. "Consider me an open buffet."
Hunger sparked, hot and needy as I stared into his eyes. "Consider me fucking starving."
His nostrils flared. "Let’s see what you got then."
Dropping my head back to his neck, I nipped his skin before sucking lightly on his salt-tinged flesh. He didn't make a sound, but his breathing came in rapid bursts. Noah could deny the magnetic pull all he wanted, but his body couldn't lie. As my lips traveled down to his collarbone, I lifted his shirt, exposing his stomach. Starting just above where his jeans hugged his hips, I ran my tongue over his warm skin that pebbled with goosebumps.
Following the indent of his lightly toned abs, I traced a wet trail until I ran out of skin and met his unwanted shirt before I deviated my path, placing open-mouthed kisses over his chest until I reached his dark nipples that were drawn into tight buds. Grazing my teeth over one, it quickly became clear that Noah liked his nipples played with. He squirmed beneath me as I drew it between my lips and sucked.
"Enough fucking around, and stop trying to delay it.” His words were harsh, but his eyes…they sparked with heat. “Are you going to suck my dick or not?"
I jerked back with my eyebrows raised. "Someone's eager."
"Someone thinks you're full of shit." He smirked.
A challenge. A dare. It flashed in his gaze. He really didn't think I'd do it. Fuck that.
"Only one way to find out."
Noah held his breath as I sat up on my knees and took hold of his zipper, tugging it down and revealing his hard cock trapped in his red boxer briefs. A wet spot had formed, and I licked my lips.
"You serious?" Even as he asked the question, he lifted his ass, letting me pull down his jeans and boxers. His cock sprang free and my molars ground together. I wanted my lips around him. I needed to satisfy the curiosity about how my best friend would taste and feel against my tongue. And I also wanted to erase every other guy who'd ever thought about his cock. Everything about him was mine, and I was ready to prove it.
Pushing off the bed, I tore his jeans and boxers down his legs, dropping them on the floor in rumpled heaps.
"Your crazy ass is going to do it, aren’t you?" His cock jerked, contradicting the irritation lacing his tone.
"About to suck you off?" I nodded, meeting his gaze as my mouth watered. "Yeah, I'm definitely about to do that."
With eyes wide, Noah stared at me as I maneuvered myself to rest on my stomach between his legs.
I'd touched his dick before but hadn't had it right in front of my face. Unlike mine, his cock was paler and curved. Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I stroked him, taking in the velvety texture as I watched the come gather enough to roll over his already slick tip.
He was sensitive as fuck. Lifting my thumb, I ran the pad through the sticky fluid and paused.
I released him and he propped up on his elbows, furrowing his brow. "What are you doing?"
I waggled my brows. "Wondering what my boyfriend tastes like and thinking I should find out."
He leaned forward, eyes narrowed in challenge. "You won't."
But I would. And I did. Popping my thumb in my mouth, a dizzying rush washed over me. Noah. Salt. Sex. Fucking euphoric. Different, and yet exactly, what I'd imagined.
He fell back on the bed with a rush of breath leaving his lungs. "Holy shit. I can't believe you just did that."
Gripping his base, I hovered over his tip. "Still think I won't do it?"
Noah shook his head slowly. "Fuck, I don't know what you’ll do just to win anymore."
I wasn't looking to win shit. I was going after what I wanted.
“Watch me,” I growled and waited for him to meet my gaze. “I’m going to make you come so fucking hard.”
He cursed and shifted restlessly. Keeping my eyes locked on his, I paused just before my lips made contact with his tip.
Noah didn't appear to be breathing as my breaths coasted over his cock. Slowly, I opened my mouth wide. The first several inches fit in my mouth, hot and pulsing. My eyes slammed closed as I stopped moving, letting it sit there as I tasted his salty precome. I groaned, and Noah’s legs twitched at my sides.
"You just going to warm it up for me, Oliveira?” Noah taunted, but it came off weak with the breathy pants bursting between the words. “Chickening out? I told— Jesus Christ!"