Page 55 of Creatures Like Us
If we’re ever done with each other. Right now, it feels like that moment will never come.
Noah inhales a sharp breath, and I tear myself away from his throat to capture his mouth instead. He’s hesitant at first, kissing me slowly, but then I grip his cheeks and guide his head to the side, deepening our connection.
When our tongues meet, I groan into his mouth, feeling my cock harden between my legs and poke his crotch. He’s still wearing pants, so I bring my hands down to unbutton his jeans.
“Mm, fuck, you’re already hard again,” I mumble in awe as I slide his pants down.
I palm the underside of his cock, pressing it to his stomach. When I let go, it bounces back, hard and heavy. I grip it again, stroking it slowly at the base, contemplating how it’s going to fit inside me.
I haven’t had anything thicker than a finger up there. I tried it once, or Lilith tried it, and I didn’t really care for that awkward pressure. But maybe a cock is going to feel better, different. I hope it won’t hurt.
I wrap my hand around the head, imagining it going inside, eased by lubrication, and my cock twitches at the thought. Even if it might hurt a little, I want it. In a flash of confidence I didn’t know I possessed, I let go of Noah’s cock and grab his hands instead, guiding them to my ass.
He grips me there, hesitant and breathless. “Y-You want me to?…?”
“Yeah. Sure. I don’t know.”
He frowns. “You don’t know?”
“No, I want it, okay? I want you. I’m giving myself to you—all of me. Don’t you want that?”
Noah closes his eyes, our bodies rolling, our cocks rubbing, his hands kneading my ass. “I want that. You have no idea how much. But I?…?I want you to have me too.”
“Mm-hmm, but I already have you, don’t I?” I try for a smirk, but it wavers, and my words don’t come out as self-assured as I planned. “I’ve had you from the start.”
Noah says nothing, but I see the truth of admission in his eyes.
He may have been the one to kidnap me and hold me captive, but I’ve always had an effect on him since the moment he laid eyes on me. Knowing this is what allows me to continue, without fear, without more than a little apprehension—because I know he won’t hurt me. Not on purpose, anyway, the way I have hurt him.
“We don’t have any condoms,” Noah mumbles against my mouth.
I raise a brow. “Well, youwereabout to kill yourself just now, but a little unprotected sex is crossing the line?”
Maybe it’s selfish of me, since I’m far more likely to carry diseases than he is, but I test myself on a fairly regular basis, being a druggie and all.
“You want me to?” Noah asks, something distressed in his voice, even as he’s rutting against me. “Youreallywant me to?”
“God, how many times do I have to tell you? Yes, I want you to. Please, Noah.”
His eyes darken, and I gasp as he pushes one hand on my chest and lays me down on the bed, kissing me all the while. His hand travels down my torso to grip my cock. Lips parted, he looks down between our bodies as he strokes me from base to tip.
“I want to make you feel the way you did to me in the kitchen.”
“You can,” I say, licking my lips. “Later. Right now, I want you to—”
“Touch you here?” His other hand slides down past my balls, and his finger skirts across my hole.
“Yeah,” I hiss. The feeling isn’t unpleasant, but it’s not exactly pleasurable either. It tickles a little. Feels kind of strange.
Noah reaches over to grab the bottle of lube. He squirts a dollop into his hand and brings that hand between my cheeks.
“Cold,” I hiss.
“Sorry.” His brows knit in concentration as he circles the rim of my hole with his finger. Or two fingers; I can’t really tell.
“Have you watched porn before, Noah?” I ask, desperate to gain control over this situation—a situation I put myself in.
“A little. But I’ve?…?read about it. I like reading.”
