Page 25 of Silent Fire

They broke apart just long enough to strip off shirts and shoes, hands roaming over newly exposed skin with greedy caresses. Then Tomas settled between Noel’s spread thighs, pinning him to the mattress with his solid weight.

Noel arched up, grinding against the delicious friction of Tomas’s denim-clad erection. “Please,” he panted against Tomas’s lips. “Want you, need you.”

Tomas shuddered, the muscles in his back rippling beneath Noel’s splayed palms. “You’ll have me,” he groaned, voice wrecked. “All of me, cariño. Every last inch.”

He trailed hot, open-mouthed kisses down the line of Noel’s throat, pausing to worry at the juncture of neck and shoulder with lips and teeth. Noel let his head fall back, surrendering to the exquisite sensations as Tomas blazed a path lower.

He swirled his tongue over one pebbled nipple, scraping it lightly with blunted teeth. Noel keened, back arching as lightning zipped down his spine. The sweet torment continued until he was a writhing, whimpering mess beneath Tomas’s wicked mouth.

Noel fisted his hands in Tomas’s hair, hips rolling in shallow thrusts as whimpers spilled unchecked from his lips.

“Fuck, Tomas, I need you,” he panted, fingers digging into flexing muscle. “Don’t make me beg, papi.”

“Never, mi alma.” Tomas laved the flat of his tongue over Noel’s navel, making Noel’s stomach muscles jump and quiver. “You’re goddamn edible, cariño,” he growled, already reaching for the button on Noel’s jeans. He made quick work of stripping them both bare, leaving no barriers between their heated flesh.

Noel’s swollen cock sprang free, flushed and leaking at the tip. Tomas’s calloused palms mapped the ridges of Noel’s abdomen, the cut of his hips, reverent in his worship.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” A feral snarl tore from Tomas’s throat. He captured Noel’s mouth in another bruising kiss, all clashing teeth and dueling tongues. His hands roamed freely, seeming desperate to map every hard plane and soft curve of Noel’s body.

Noel could only lie there, lost in the endless depths of Tomas’s eyes, in the way their bodies thrummed in perfect alignment. This was everything—need and longing, comfort and possession all tangled up in searing ecstasy. He was consumed, laid bare in the most exquisite way.

Tomas gathered him close, hands spanning the dip of Noel’s back to tug their hips flush. He rolled his body in a slow, filthy grind that stole Noel’s breath. “You want this, cariño?” Tomas purred, lips brushing the throbbing pulse at Noel’s throat. “Want me to make you mine in every way?”

Noel drank in the sight of his mate—all coiled power and rugged masculinity, a force of nature contained in taut flesh and bone. He was beautiful in his intensity, so focused and undone all at once. Noel had never seen anything as breathtaking.

“Yes,” he gasped, surprised by the sincerity in his answer.

Tomas’s calloused palms mapped the ridges of Noel’s abdomen, the cut of his hips, reverent in his worship. No one had ever looked at him that way before. Noel lay still, savoring the soft touches, needing Tomas with every brush of his hand. Needing the man in his lip, desperately wanting him like Noel had never wanted anyone else.

“Tomas,” Noel gasped, head tipping back to expose the long column of his throat. An offering, a dare. “Need you...”

With a possessive snarl, Tomas latched onto the thundering pulse under Noel’s jaw. He laved the spot with teeth and tongue, marking Noah like a brand. Noel keened, fingers fisting in Tomas’s hair to hold him close as they rocked together in a filthy grind.

Noel no longer cared how reckless this was or what an idiot he would be to let Tomas bind them. The ache for this man was deep in his bones. Noel just wanted Tomas so badly he ached.

Stretching out over Noel’s body, Tomas rocked his aching cock against the vee of Noel’s thighs. He drank in the punched-out gasp that fell from Noel’s lips, swallowing the needy sound with a deep, claiming kiss.

Then Tomas trailed a path of scorching, openmouthed kisses down the center of Noel’s chest, their arousals sliding together in a delicious glide, drawing ragged groans from both their throats.

A low, possessive snarl rumbled from Tomas. He kissed a scorching path down Noel’s chest, pausing to swirl his tongue over the neglected nipple. Noel fisted a hand in that dark, silken hair, holding Tomas to him as pleasure lanced straight to his groin.

“Spread your legs for me, elegido.” He sank between them like he belonged there.

Their gazes met and held, a thousand unspoken promises blazing in the depth as Tomas sealed his lips around the head, sucking firmly as his tongue swirled over the beads of pre-cum.

Noel panted harsh curses, hips undulating in shallow thrusts as he chased more of that divine friction. Tomas gave it to him, burying his nose in the thatch of curls and swallowing the thick length, stretching his lips wide.

He growled around the mouthful, the vibrations making Noel’s legs tremble. Tomas steadied him with iron bands around his quivering thighs, urging Noel to let go, to use his mouth however he craved.

It was all Noel could do to hold on, fingers twisting in the sheets as Tomas worked him over with devastating focus. Clever fingers rolled his sac, tugged rhythmically in time with the lewd slurps and wet suction around his cock. Each rasp of Tomas’s calloused palm over his perineum had Noel’s breath catching, had him writhing against the mattress.

“Oh fuck,” Noel gasped, spine arching. “Your mouth...so good...”

Tomas rumbled his approval, the vibrations rippling through Noel like a livewire. He bobbed his head in a relentless rhythm, throat working around the thick intrusion as he steadily drove Noel toward the edge of oblivion.

“Tomas.” Noel whimpered out a strangled warning. He was right on the razor's edge, teetering and powerless to hold back the cataclysmic rush. It was too much and not enough all at once. Noel fisted his hands in Tomas’s hair, holding on for dear life as the coil of pleasure wound tighter and tighter in his core. He was shaking apart, dissolving into a maelstrom of ravenous need with each slick drag of that wicked mouth.

Tomas pinned him with a heated stare, never slowing the wicked onslaught of his mouth. He gave the barest nod, silently urging Noel to let go, to give himself over to the madness.

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