Noah couldn’t decide where to look. The fucking heat blazing from the green eyes locked on his body or the unhurried and sure strokes of the man’s hand over his cock. There was a splash outside and the sound of a Jet Ski starting up and Noah felt a swell of happiness that he was in this cozy, broken bed. In this room. With this man. He beckoned him closer, expecting a cocky grin but instead, Rowe came down over him, braced his arms on either side of his head again and stared down at him.
“I love you.”
The swell of heat in his chest was almost painful. His heart reacted, beating so hard, he felt it against his ribs. He touched Rowe’s cheek, his lips, smiling when Rowe kissed his fingertips. “Love you, too.”
Rowe nudged his legs apart with his knee and a shiver ran through Noah’s frame. It was followed by an overwhelming rush of anticipation when Rowe sucked two fingers into his mouth and got them really, really wet.
“Fuck,” Noah groaned, unable to stop watching that talented tongue sliding around and around, his gaze glued to wet lips even as Rowe leaned harder on one arm, balanced his hip against Noah’s raised thigh and reached between his legs. He didn’t need a lot of prep. Didn’t want it actually because he loved nothing more than the slide of Rowe’s cock deep inside him. Except maybe when he was inside Rowe. The tightness, the heat…and the lack of a condom—something he’d never felt with anyone else before—was so fucking mind-blowing. Wanting Rowe in him, he wrapped one arm under his knee and brought his leg up high.
Rowe groaned, eyelids dropping to half-mast.
“Come inside me, Ward,” Noah whispered.
Sliding his fingers free, he grabbed his dick and lined it up, his groan deepening as he slowly, firmly, slid inside.
Holding his breath as that wonderful burn hit, Noah held still so he could just…feel. And watch.
Emotions burned from the green eyes locked onto his face. Pleasure and that faint bit of shock Rowe seemed to feel sometimes when he first pushed inside Noah. Like he couldn’t believe how good it felt. Noah fucking loved that fleeting expression and he watched for it every time. It was always followed by his eyes rolling back into his head before they closed and lines of concentration between red eyebrows. Rowe flat got off on the feel of that first connection, that first tight grip on his cock. So did Noah. They shared that and since it hadn’t been that long that their positions were reversed, the memory of how good it felt was right there at the forefront of his mind.
Without any friction on his own cock, Noah felt his balls drawing up with a fast-moving orgasm. He willed it down and had to reach between them to lock his fist around the base of his dick to stop it. He wasn’t ready for this to be over. He wanted this ride to last.
Rowe’s arm came down on the other side of him as his hips began to move. Those lean hips picked up a rhythm that had Noah gasping and lifting to meet him, pulling his leg up higher so Rowe could go deeper. And deeper.
A hoarse cry spilled from Rowe’s lips and he moved faster, hips snapping. His eyes were closed, his hair wild on top of his head.…Sweat was forming on his neck and collarbone. He lowered his body and Noah took his hand off his cock so he could feel it rubbing against Rowe’s stomach. Rowe buried his face in Noah’s neck and latched on with his mouth. He growled and snapped his hips faster and faster.
Noah saw stars. He locked his jaw, let go of his leg, and grasped on to Rowe with tight fingers as his release hit him fast and hard. Keeping in the shout that wanted to rip from his throat had him bowing, but he didn’t want to share this with the others. This was for him and for Rowe and when Rowe’s rhythm faltered and noises began to escape his parted lips, Noah pushed him harder into his neck and groaned when Rowe sucked his flesh into his mouth. He shook on top of him and spilled inside of him and Noah wrapped his arms as tight as he could around Rowe and just held on, planning to hold on to this man forever.###
It was their last night on the boat and Noah was feeling a little sad about it. He’d enjoyed the hell out of this long weekend. The best thing about Rowe’s friends was how accepting and open they were about each other. Nobody cared if anyone disappeared for sex, and the good-natured ribbing that came from overheard noises was born out of affection and never disapproval. Hell, the guys hadn’t even been pissed that the ribs hadn’t hit their bellies until dark settled over the lake. They’d merely teased and shoved them around.