Page 24 of Rock the Cradle of Love
“Now what?” asks Noah.
“Um.” Taylor clears his throat. “Maybe kiss your way down my chest and stomach, if you want. Explore, nuzzle, touch, whatever. When you reach my dick, take hold of the base and take the head in your mouth. Um, lick, suck, bob, twist, whatever. Try to avoid teeth, but otherwise, whatever you want to do will be fine. You’ll know what gets me by how I react.”
Noah kisses his chin, traces circles on his neck with his tongue, nips lightly at Taylor’s Adam’s apple. Taylor’s whole body hums in delight.
“That’s great, Noah. Yeah, I like all that.” Taylor keeps running his hands along Noah’s flesh, wherever he can reach. Noah’s got no ink, unlike most of the rest of the team, and his skin is not-quite-pale, since they don’t get much sun during a season. Not only is his skin soft, but his body hair is too. Like he conditions his whole body, Taylor likes it a lot. “Noah?” he asks, a bit breathless. God, this is sooo fuckin’ fantastic.
“Hm?” Noah says, nosing at Taylor’s nipples. He licks one and Taylor sucks in a breath. “Should I stop?”
“Fuck, no. I just…just…”
After licking the other nipple, Noah rubs his face along and nips at Taylor’s stomach. Traces the definition of Taylor’s abs with his tongue. Thank God he’s not ticklish.
“It’s been a long time since anyone did this for me, so I doubt I’ll—”
Noah nuzzles the crease of Taylor’s groin, licks the length of Taylor’s dick.
Taylor’s hips jerk in response. “Fuck.” Sparks zing from his balls outward in all directions. “ —last long.”
Noah “hmm”s and his warm breath ghosts over Tayler’s erection, making him squirm.
“I’ll let you know when I’m gonna come so you can pull off if necessary.”
“Can I do this now?” Noah asks, and Taylor hears the amusement in his voice.
“Yeah, yeah…”
Noah’s large hand closes around Taylor’s dick and Taylor arches into his hold. Noah’s hands are warm, and his fingertips have a bit of roughness to them that sends tingles up Taylor’s spine. Noah kisses the edge of his right oblique, and then moist heat closes around his little head and he groans low. Fucking Christ. He fists the bedspread and hangs on.
Taylor watches down his body as Noah’s head bobs up and down over his groin. Watching and feeling at the same time is amazing and erotic, and Noah tilts his head and meets Taylor’s gaze. His eyes are dark, and his lips are plump around Taylor’s dick, and fucking hell if that’s not the hottest thing Taylor’s seen in forever. His balls pull up and his dick gets even harder.
Noah pulls back, circles the head with his tongue, dips his tongue into the slit. Electricity zings through Taylor’s body. He pants, trying to pull back from the precipice, but he really, really wants to come. “Noah, slow down. I’m gonna come soon.” Taylor pushes at Noah’s shoulder and Noah pulls off. “Just stroke me now if you want, or I can finish myself.”
With a shake of his head, Noah grasps Taylor again. “I want to make you come.” Taylor’s panting and cursing again in no time and growls deep in his throat as he comes, warm splatters hitting his stomach. Taylor drops his head to the bed to enjoy the flood of warmth throughout his body. Noah’s strokes slow and then stop. When Taylor lifts his head again, he smiles at the sight of Noah staring at his jizz-slick fingers. His eyes are wide when he meets Taylor’s gaze. His neck and chest are flushed, and he looks delightfully debauched even though he was on the giving end of this little endeavor.
“Was it all right?” Noah asks.
Taylor’s chest heaves as he works to catch his breath. “Fan-fucking-tastic. Now get my tee shirt and wipe your hand off and come over here. I want you close.”
Noah’s usually the big spoon because he’s six inches taller than Taylor, but Noah deserves to be the one cuddled after that spectacular first blowjob. Taylor wraps himself around Noah and breathes in his scent. It’s just warm, earthy Noah and a lingering aroma of sex. Noah’s neck is soft beneath Taylor’s lips, and Taylor relaxes, warm and sated.
“Thank you…” he murmurs. “Is there something I can do for you, Noah? Just name it.”
Noah twines their fingers together against his stomach and settles into Taylor’s arms. “This, Taylor. Just this.”
Chapter Nine
“You’re sure you’re okay with this?” Taylor asks for the umpteenth time as he and Noah approach S’more’s front door.
Noah rolls his eyes again. He’s not worried about what anyone’s going to say to him because, more than likely, they’ll be wrong.
S’more’s house is a large brick thing with a curved driveway and a landscaped yard in a gated neighborhood. There’s a mountain bike and a skateboard on the grass. The garage door is up, and a red mini-van sits alongside Smore’s forest green Cherokee. Some kind of music floats on the air. Knowing S’more, it’s country.
“I’m fine with this,” Noah says. And he is. Like Taylor, he doesn’t want to hide what they have from their teammates. Besides, he can’t wait to see their faces.
“They’re gonna ask.”
Noah shrugs and rings the doorbell. The peal can be heard through the door. He leans in to kiss Taylor. “Let them,” he says, while they’re forehead to forehead, and grins. It’s no one’s business really. If he showed up with a woman, they wouldn’t ask, they’d just assume. “We don’t have to answer.”
