Of all his most secret fantasies, this was the one he pulled out the most. Noah had taken him into his mouth all those years ago and he’d loved it so much—but he’d never reciprocated. He wanted to now. He leaned down and licked the bead of pre-come off the tip, tasting the similar bitter flavor of his own. Noah had gone still and he glanced up to find wide, blue eyes locked on him. He offered him a shaky smile. “I’ve never done this to someone before.”
“You don’t have to,” Noah answered but the blatant need shining from his eyes said something entirely different.
“I do. And not just for you.” He looked down as Noah’s cock jerked. “I’ve waited years to do this to you.”
“Oh God.” Noah shut his eyes tight and dropped his head back to the bed. “It’s going to be fast. Don’t judge my manliness.”
A smile cracked Rowe’s mouth and he chuckled. Laughter during sex was something he’d always loved. Something he’d had with…pain slashed through him and he had to shut his own eyes. No, he couldn’t think of her now. He opened his eyes and looked at Noah, who waited for him, who trusted him to pleasure him. It wasn’t fair to this man underneath him. It took everything he had to push the memories of sex with his wife aside. What finally worked was leaning down and taking Noah into his mouth.
Faintly salty skin that was so fucking velvety slid along his tongue and he groaned and gripped the base with his fist. He licked, learning the grooves, the pulse of veins against his tongue, twisting his fingers in the saliva that dripped down—just the way he loved having done to him.
Noah yelled when he closed his lips and sucked. Yelled and grabbed the sides of his head. He didn’t shove into his mouth and from experience, Rowe knew he wanted to, that the need to thrust hit hard when someone’s warm mouth was wrapped around your dick. He appreciated the patience the other man showed, but he decided he didn’t want Noah able to think at all, so he increased his suction and speed. Noah bucked and yelled again and Rowe felt the trembling in his thigh where he’d braced one hand. He sucked as he pulled to the end of Noah’s prick, licked around the head and felt Noah’s body tense below him.
Before he could go back down, Noah yanked him up, grabbed his own dick and cried out as he came all over his abdomen.
Rowe watched, fascinated, and so turned on he had to grab himself. He’d wanted to taste him, wanted to nuzzle his balls and explore, but like before, everything had moved fast. Noah laid there, sprawled out, covered in spunk and when he grinned, Rowe’s chest tightened. “Thought maybe I’d give you more time before hitting your throat with all that. But just so you know, for a first timer, you rocked.”
“I know what I like, so I did it to you.”
“You are welcome to do everything you like to me. Anything you like.” The seriousness of the words hit Rowe and he tightened his fingers and stroked himself.
Noah glanced down, watched the movement of his hand for a moment before he met his gaze again. “What do you want to do to me, Rowe?”
“What don’t I want to do?” He chuckled but it was strangled and choppy because he was balanced on the edge of coming and just needed something, anything to send him over.
Noah tugged his arm, pulling him back up on top of him and that was all it took. The feel of all that hot skin against his and the slide of his cock through Noah’s semen. He didn’t even have time to be embarrassed as he cried out and spilled all over Noah’s belly. He panted and stared at the mix of them both and it was the hottest fucking thing he’d ever seen.
“Fuck, Ward,” Noah breathed. “Come here.” He pulled him down for a kiss. This one was gentle and touching and Rowe felt that strange, inner jitteriness again as he softly kissed Noah’s jaw before he rolled over to lie on his side next to him.
They were quiet as they looked at each other for long, long moments. Then Noah started to roll toward him and grimaced when he must have remembered what was all over his front. Chuckling, Rowe got up. “I’ll get you a towel.” He knew Noah watched his ass the whole way into the bathroom.
He turned on the water to let it warm and as he stared at his disheveled reflection in the mirror, memories of his wetting down towels for his wife hit him and he waited for the sword-slash of pain but it was only an ache this time. All he could think about was how much she would have enjoyed watching what he’d just done. He’d confessed his attraction to men before they ever married and they had in fact, bonded over a love of gay porn.