Fuck, he’d been an asshole.
He wouldn’t do that to Noah again. He stopped him at the door, pressed him into the wall and kissed him long and deep and wet. He kissed him until Noah’s heavy body melted into his and Rowe didn’t sense any worry or trepidation. Then he took him to his bed. Not the guest one, but his own. Rowe was revved up more than he imagined he could be and part of it was nerves, even though he’d been honest when he’d told Snow he was a switch-hitter. He loved ass play and always had. Fingers, toys…he loved sex involving his prostate.
He’d never had a warm, real dick in there and just the thought of it being Noah buckled his knees. He didn’t bother to pull down the covers. He just crawled up on top of the navy-blue comforter and lay on his stomach, turning enough to watch as Noah ripped open the condom and rolled it onto his dick. He came toward Rowe, lube in hand and his warmth was so damned welcome over his chilled skin, still partially wet from the shower.
Slick fingers probed his ass as a warm mouth opened over his tattooed shoulder. He’d noticed that Noah spent a lot of time on his ink, tracing it with fingers and tongue. He closed his eyes and basked in the kisses, the licks, the skilled movements of Noah’s slicked fingers. Within moments, he was lifting his ass, bucking into the fingers, urging a deeper slide.
Noah bit his shoulder and groaned as he fucked Rowe with his fingers. He licked the spot he’d bitten. “You like this?”
“Love it,” Rowe said, rubbing his dick into the comforter. “Want you. Want you badly.”
“You smell and taste so good.” Noah pressed his lips to Rowe’s nape, making Rowe shiver. Hot fingers stroked him inside, twisted, and Noah’s thumb brushed over his balls.
Rowe dug his hands into the bedding, clutching it tight in his fists. “Please,” he finally begged. “Fuck Noah, you’re killing me.”
Fingers disappeared and Noah’s hot, heavy body came down over his. He nudged Rowe’s legs farther apart. Cool air hit his well-lubed ass, making Rowe tense in anticipation.
“You gotta relax,” Noah breathed into his ear, raising goose bumps all over Rowe’s body. “Relax and let me in.”
His eyes rolled back into his head as he did as Noah requested. The lubed condom-covered head of Noah’s cock poked at his entrance and Rowe wished for the condom to be gone. He wanted skin and heat and…absolutely nothing between them.
As Noah pushed inside his body, he slid his lube-free hand around Rowe’s neck and cupped his chin. His thumb slid over Rowe’s lower lip and Rowe sucked it into his mouth.
Noah cried out and slid deeper into Rowe’s body.
It hurt, but it always did at first with toys. Rowe liked that burn, liked the feeling of fullness. There was a huge fucking difference this time, though. Noah felt so much better and when the head of his cock brushed over Rowe’s prostate, he bit down on Noah’s thumb and groaned.
“Oh yeah,” Noah breathed. “Holy fuck.” He nuzzled the back of Rowe’s neck, then moved back to his tattooed shoulder. “You’ve done this before.”
“Explore…bottom…drawer.” Rowe could barely speak over the pounding of his heart, the fast pace of his breaths and the mind-blowing pleasure tearing through him.
Hoarse, strangled laughter escaped Noah as his hips picked up pace, his aim perfect as he slid over and over Rowe’s prostate. He kissed Rowe’s shoulder and neck, his breath hot. He bit down.
Rowe didn’t care that sweat started to sting on the road rash on his back because he loved everything else about this. Every. Fucking. Thing.
“You feel so good.” Noah wrapped his arms under Rowe’s and clutched his shoulders, picking up the pace of his thrusts, going deep. He tilted them slightly to the side—just enough for Rowe to know what he was after even before he spoke. “Grab your dick,” he huffed into Rowe’s ear. “Fuck. Grab it!”
The first touch of his hand on his painfully swollen dick made him gasp and clench his ass.
Noah roared.
Rowe rubbed the back of his head on Noah’s face. The power he felt, the way he made Noah lose control, it washed over him and so did a wave of tenderness. He let go of his dick and clasped the hand Noah had clutching his shoulder. He turned his head and Noah shoved deep as he came to meet his mouth.
He slowed his thrusts as they kissed, lips and tongues wet and clasping. Rowe’s heart beat so fucking hard against his ribs. Noah’s drying hair fell over his cheek and the scent of peppermint made him reach for his cock again. He stroked only twice before a full body shudder ripped through him and he yelled Noah’s name and spilled all over his fingers.