Page 27 of Rock the Cradle of Love
They get home and get Emma to bed, and the buzz of arousal is still simmering beneath Taylor’s skin. Taylor drags Noah into his room and shuts the door.
Taylor kisses him like he’s wanted to all night. Pleasure and heat rush through his body and mind, crowding out any thoughts of stopping. Noah tastes like beer and cheesecake, but Taylor can’t bring himself to care. He tilts Noah’s head and kisses him with aching slowness, nipping Noah’s bottom lip with his teeth before lapping his tongue back into Noah’s mouth. Now that he’s got him home, there’s no rush.
Heavy breathing rustles between them and just as Taylor’s reaching for Noah’s dick, he stops. Despite whatever’s going on with Noah’s eagerness, Taylor should ask just to make sure. Consent seems to be a thing for Noah.
“What’s wrong?” Noah breathes heavily, lids at half-mast, eyes more pupil than iris.
Taylor drops his head to Noah’s shoulder, heart thundering in his chest. “Is this okay? I want to touch you, and make you hard. I want to make you come.”
“Yes, Taylor, yes. Do it.”
His head snaps up to look at Noah. “Really? Oh, God. C’mon. Get naked. Right now.” With a quick smack of a kiss, Taylor pulls away and tears out of his own clothes. He sprawls backwards on the bed and watches the show that is Noah also getting naked. He’s been waiting for this for so long—and he finally gets to have it.
Noah crawls up alongside him and lies facing him. “Now what?”
“Just enjoy.” Taylor pushes him to his back and sets to work, kissing his collarbone, licking a nipple, nipping the firm flesh at the top of his stomach. Taking Noah’s dick in hand, he strokes it slowly, firmly, and it begins to harden and lengthen in his grip. Oh, yeah. God, he’s got a gorgeous cock. Thick and long, now, just like Noah himself is.
“Taylor?” Noah says, slightly breathless, and Taylor’s glad to hear it.
“Yeah, babe?” Taylor keeps stroking. A faint flush dusts Noah’s shoulders and chest.
“Um…short of sticking anything in my ass, you have a green light.”
“Yeah?”
“Mm hmm… If I don’t like something, I’ll let you know.”
Taylor licks a stripe up Noah’s dick, earning himself a gasp, and then takes the head in his mouth. It’s plump and leaking, and, God, Taylor is so horny. Okay, so, he’s not gonna get to fuck Noah tonight, but he can make Noah feel good, he hopes, and get himself off later. This is the first time Noah’s shown any kind of desire for sexual intimacy, and Taylor’s thrilled.
Taylor works slowly. Takes the base of Noah’s cock in one hand, bobs up and down in an easy rhythm. With his other hand, Taylor touches Noah wherever he can reach. Tweaking his nipples, scratching lightly in the trail of reddish-brown hair between Noah’s navel and his crotch. Noah’s flesh quivers under Taylor’s fingers.
Taylor pulls off to ask if—
“Don’t stop,” Noah gasps.
That’s music to Taylor’s ears, and he gets back to the task at hand. He hollows his cheeks and sucks and laves Noah’s dick with his tongue. Noah’s writhing beneath him now, and, God, Taylor’s so turned on. He humps the bed for some sort of friction. Noah’s balls pull up tighter and the sound of harsh breathing sends shivers down Taylor’s spine.He’sdoing this to Noah.
“Taylor,” Noah pants, “I’m gonna come.”
“Mmph,” Taylor says and continues. A moment later, Noah’s groaning and Taylor’s got a mouthful of warm, gooey liquid. Pulling off, he swallows and wipes his mouth along Noah’s thigh and rests his cheek against it, enjoying the scent of musky sex before slithering up into the space next to Noah. “You okay, babe?”
Noah smiles at that and nods. “I… Yeah, it was good.” Curling an arm around Taylor’s neck, he pulls him close for a kiss.
Taylor turns his face away. “I swallowed, Noe.”
“And?” Noah presses their mouths together. “I’m not squicked out by bodily fluids.”
“No?”
“No.”
“Okay, then.” Taylor straddles Noah’s thighs and grinds his hard-on into the cut of Noah’s hip. “Anyone. Ever. Tell you. How. Gorgeous. You are?” Taylor asks, each word a breathless pant. More than his physical beauty, though, is Noah’s inner beauty. His gentle soul. His tender heart. His kind nature despite the harshness of the sport they both live and breathe.
Bright blue eyes lock onto his, and Taylor’s mesmerized while his need coils tighter and tighter. He’s drawn into the depths of Noah’s eyes, and he thinks for a minute, he might drown.
The sweat gathering between them makes it easy to thrust against Noah, and all his arousal and his feelings coalesce into everything he’s ever wanted, and it’s right here in this beautiful man. He shudders, coming hard, a long groan replacing the heavy breathing. Noah’s upper body is solid beneath him when he collapses, and strong arms circle him, caressing and embracing, holding him close. He falls asleep to the sound of Noah’s heart thumping steadily beneath his ear.
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