Page 35 of Noel I Won’t
“Can’t I be both?” he asked, eyes heavy-lidded as he watched me slink down to the foot of the bed. “Maybe you need a challenge.”
I chuckled, thinking that Hopper had done nothing but challenge me since I arrived. But I kind of liked that. If he was too easy, it would take the thrill out of taming him.
I poured lube over my fingers, then slipped them back to his hole—this time, pushing roughly inside him. He cursed, eyes falling shut, and rolled up his hips, clearly eager for more.
I added a little more lube and worked in a third. “How’s that?”
“Good,” he said, voice sounding drugged. “Only thing better would be your dick.”
“All in good time.”
I spread my fingers, stretching him out a bit, before reaching for the condom in my wallet. I was on PreP, and I doubted Hopper would give me anything, but I’d wear it to be safe.
I slowly extracted my fingers, drawing a moan of complaint from him, then popped open my jeans and drew out my cock. It wasn’t as large as his, but it’d do the job just fine. I’d never had any complaints.
“Are you going to keep all those clothes on?” Hopper asked, sounding disgruntled.
I smirked down at him as I rolled on the condom. “What? It’s not hot being turned out by a guy who can’t even bother to take off his pants?”
He bit his lower lip, cock oozing precum. Oh yeah, he found it hot.
“You’ll just have to take what you can get,” I teased.
I lined my cock up with his softened hole, and when I pushed forward, Hopper’s body was ready. I slid in as if we’d been doing this for years.
Hopper groaned deep in his chest as I bottomed out inside him. “Damn, Noel.”
“Feel good?”
“Fuck yeah,” he said. “I just, I need—” He reached for me, and I let him draw me forward into a kiss. His eyes fixed on mine. “You’re amazing. You know that?”
My heart tripped. I wasn’t used to my sexual hookups including those kinds of compliments. Wasn’t used to the emotional connection I could feel crackling between us.
This wasHopper.
A dozen memories flitted through my head. His big smiles in high school, when he was still the oblivious straight jock. His friendly overtures when I was at my lowest. His grumbling when I challenged him, and his sincerity when he praised my food.
The way he looked at me, like I was the most important person in the room. Like I was theonlyperson who mattered.
“You’re pretty great, too,” I murmured. “Was crazy jealous thinking of you doing this with someone else tonight.”
“Never,” he said. “Only want you.”
“Good.” I drew back slowly, then plunged deep, making him cry out. “You’re gonna take it so good for me.”
“Yes.” He panted as I started fucking him in earnest, working my hips until they ached, thrusting fast and hard, riding the thrumming tension building and building until?—
“Fuck!” Hopper cried, grabbing his dick and jerking it roughly. It erupted between us, spilling over his belly, as his ass tightened around my shaft.
I tipped into bliss, clenching my eyes and gasping as my cock unloaded inside the condom. I breathed raggedly into his shoulder as I rode out the orgasm.
When my heart had slowed to a manageable pace, I pulled out of him and discarded the condom in a nearby trash can.
“Damn,” he rumbled, “I needed that.”
“Me too.” I dropped back on the bed next to him with a happy sigh. “Better than that box of toys, right?”
He rolled his head toward me, grinning. “I don’t know. I’ve got a lot of toys. Think you can outdo them all?”
