Page 26 of Scoring Slater
Noah trailed a path of kisses to Slater's ear. "Touch me. Please?"
"I've been waiting to hear those words for so long." He eased the elastic band down to mid-thigh. Holding Noah's gaze, he wrapped his hand around flesh covered steel.
Noah's mouth worked open and he trembled. Slater stroked the full length. Power, clean and bright, shot through him and he added his other hand, determined to give as much pleasure as possible. Panting, Noah closed his eyes and his head dropped back, exposing the column of his throat. Slater scraped his teeth over the cord in his neck, eliciting a moan, and worked his hands in time to thrusting hips. Noah's hands flexed and released at his sides, then he lifted his head and pushed at Slater's shoulders, hard.
Slater fell backward onto a mountain of soft pillows. "Noah?"
"Shh. My turn." Eyes glittering, he crawled between Slater's legs. "I want to taste you."
Were there sexier words? His cock jerked and his blood spiked with anticipation. He lifted his hips to aid with removing his boxers, then widened his legs to give Noah plenty of room.
Fingers skated up his thighs, tracing patterns. Then Noah wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and lowered his lips to the head. He held Slater's gaze as his tongue poked out and licked the crown. Slater dug his nails into his palms and battled for control. This was Noah. Noah. Touching him. Tasting him. His mind reeled with the knowledge.
Noah drew the head into his mouth andsucked. Slater's eyes rolled back. Moaning, he fought the urge to thrust his hips into that wet heat. Then Noah's hands joined in, pumping his shaft and stroking his balls, and Slater grasped handfuls of dark hair, guiding that talented mouth as he lost his mind. "Close."
The croaked word went ignored.
Not ignored, he realized a moment later when Noah doubled his efforts.
"Oh. Fuck. Noah." He gasped the words between pants of breath. Electricity tingled from the base of his spine.
Noah took him deeper and hummed, and the vibration threw Slater over the edge. His back arched and he cried out as white hot pleasure exploded through his body and sizzled his brain.
He lay breathing hard as Noah kissed a path up his body. Drunk on desire, drunk on Noah, Slater grabbed him and dragged him down for a breathless kiss.
With the full length of Noah's body lined up against his own, he discovered Noah had somehow shed his own boxers as well. "What can I do for you?"
Noah kissed him and then drew Slater's bottom lip between his teeth. "Whatever you want."
He licked his lips, banding his arms tight around Noah as vulnerability rolled through him. "I want you inside me."
A soft moan accompanied Noah's smile. He skimmed a finger down Slater's cheek. "I want that too. Do you have a condom?"
"In my bag." He rolled off the bed and snagged the packets and lube. Then stopped and stared at the sexy picture before him.
Noah lay sprawled across the mattress like a hedonistic god. The light from the lamp played across his skin. Artfully. Seductively. Slater's fingers itched for his camera. His heartbeat stuttered when Noah patted the spot beside him.
He handed Noah the supplies, then stretched out on the bed. Nerves sparked on the edges of arousal and he raised his lips seeking reassurance and a kiss.
Noah delivered both. With lips, teeth, and tongue, he claimed Slater's mouth thoroughly. They kissed and caressed, rolling over the covers as Noah's cock painted streaks onto Slater's stomach.
Breathing hard, he pulled back, grabbed the bottle, and then kneeled between Slater's legs. "Get me ready while I get you ready."
Slater nodded, filled with nerves and needs, and held out his palm. Noah tipped the bottle and spilled lube into both of their hands. With long pulls through a tight fist, Slater worked Noah's shaft. His hand faltered each time Noah's fingers teased and circled and pressed and retreated, and then finally a single digit slipped inside. He begged a kiss, and as Noah's tongue thrust into his mouth, another finger joined the first. Rolling his hips, he welcomed the slight burn. The fullness increased again. By the time Noah rolled on the condom, Slater was aching, throbbing, and desperate to feel him.
Noah braced a hand on the side of Slater's head, and used his other hand to guide himself into place. Their gazes met and held, and time itself seemed to stand still in the intimacy and intensity of the moment. Slater reached up to caress Noah's cheek, welcoming the blunt heat slowly entering him. Noah dropped down onto his elbows, kissing Slater with every incremental advance of his hips. Like kissing was as necessary as breathing. Like Slater was something precious. Like he could spend forever locked together.
Long moments later, he was fully inside. Slater locked his legs around Noah's waist and bit his lip.
A line formed between Noah's brows. "You okay?"
"Full. But so good." He thrusted his hips and smiled.
Noah's eyes reflected his smile, and his lips curved. "You feel good wrapped around me."
They moved together, Noah's hips retreated and advanced, retreated and advanced, and Slater met every thrust. Pleasure was huge and shivery and overwhelming.
Hips rocking, Noah increased his pace, moaning Slater's name. Slater dragged his head down for another kiss, and then another, between pants of breath and gasping requests for, "More, harder, faster."
