by L. A. Witt
“Think we should go in the bedroom?” he murmured into my collarbone.
Oh yes. Yes, yes, yes.
“Uh-huh. And by the way, I—” I squirmed as he bit the top of my shoulder “—I changed . . . changed my mind.”
Noah’s head snapped up, eyes wide with shock. “What?”
“I want you on top.”
The growl that escaped his throat nearly did me in. “You’re not joking, are you?”
“Uh-uh.” I squeezed his dick. “Not now that I know what you’re packing.”
He let his head fall beside mine as he fucked into my grip. “Oh please, yes . . .”
“Yeah? You got condoms, right?”
“Plenty.” He shut off the water, and the bathroom was suddenly dead silent except his heavy breathing and the sound of my hand sliding up and down his cock. “God, you’re gonna make me come before we get into bed.”
“Am I?”
“Yeah. You’re—” He shuddered hard, then grabbed my wrist, and he wasn’t gentle about it. “Let go.”
I did.
“Don’t . . .” He panted, pausing to lick his lips, and when he met my eyes, his were absolutely on fire with lust. “Don’t want to come till I’m balls-deep in you.”
And if it were possible for words alone to make me come, I’d have gone off right then and there.
Somehow, we didn’t go back to making out and teasing each other, and managed to get out of the shower. Drying off felt tedious and stupid, but having sex on wet sheets was never comfortable, so it was worth the effort. That, and it gave us both a chance to calm down so we could spin each other up again.
As soon as we were in his bed, he didn’t waste any time. He put me on my back, kissed the middle of my chest, and then—
“Oh my God.” I arched off the mattress as he took my dick between his lips. Yeah, I’d been right—his talents did not end at kissing. Holy crap. I raked my fingers through his short, wet hair, and stared down at him as he alternately deep-throated me and focused on the head. When his eyes flicked up to meet mine, my whole body broke out in goose bumps, and my mouth moved before my brain could catch up. “Fuck me.”
He lifted off my cock and grinned. “Guess I should get a condom.”
I nodded. “Uh-huh.”
He pushed himself up onto his arms and reached for the nightstand. “I want you on your hands and knees, but if you can’t hold yourself up . . .” He gave me a smug wink.
“Pfft. I can hold myself up fine, thank you very much.” I started to turn over, and oh, yes, I could see why he was being so smug. A few moments of his lips and tongue on my cock, and suddenly my limbs were liquid and my head was light. Whatever. I wanted him to fuck me as hard as we both could handle, and this was the best position for it.
As I got on my hands and knees, Noah knelt behind me. The wrapper tore and the bottle clicked. I closed my eyes and exhaled through parted lips. For as hell-bent as I’d been on topping someone tonight, I couldn’t wait for his cock.
It had been a while since I’d bottomed—especially for a man who hadn’t apparently pissed off a dick-shrinking warlock in a past life—so I was thankful he took a moment to open me with his fingers. After two or three strokes, though, I was too impatient.
“Just fuck me already,” I growled, pushing back against him.
Noah chuckled, and it was a wicked sound. The sound of a man who was going to play with me until I burst into flames. Curling his fingers inside me, he grazed my prostate just enough to make my back arch. “What’s your hurry, Anthony?” My name had never sounded filthier than it did on Noah’s tongue. “You have somewhere else to be?”
“Besides ‘on your cock’ instead of ‘on your goddamned fingers’?”
He laughed again, sounding extra evil, and teased me inside some more. “Patience.” He kissed between my shoulder blades. “I’m getting there.”
Whatever I tried to say next, it came out as something between a growl and a whimper. Arguing with him wasn’t going to happen. Not when he was making my ass feel this good.
His other hand slipped between my legs and cupped my balls. Nope, not arguing. He was still fingering me, and every time he breathed one of those cocky, smug chuckles, I . . . fuck, I didn’t blame him. I’d be full of myself too if I had someone turning to putty before I’d even put my dick in him.
And, right now, I really wanted to be full of him, but he wasn’t having it.
“I’m not gonna last very long once I fuck you,” he purred in my ear. “I’m not one to go off fast, but with you? Pretty sure I will be.”
“That makes . . . makes two of us.” I had stamina, damn it, but he had electricity in his fingers that lit up every nerve ending and kept me teetering on the brink of falling apart. “Just means we’ll have to go again, right?”
“Uh-huh.” He kissed the back of my neck. “I’ll be very disappointed if you can still walk tomorrow.”
Oh. My. God.
“Noah.”
His lips curved into a grin on my neck. “Hmm?”
“Fuck me. Now.”
It was his turn to shiver, and I thought he was going to keep messing with me, but then his fingers slowly slid free. He planted one more kiss on my neck, sat up, and rested a hand on my hip.
Oh yes. Yes. God, yes.
The slick, blunt head of his cock pressed against me. My toes curled with arousal and anticipation, and I gripped the sheets tighter as he eased himself in. Okay, so maybe letting him finger me a little longer hadn’t been a bad idea. His cock was thick, stretching my hole enough to make my eyes water. I’d definitely been right about him having my favorite kind of cock—just big enough to ride the line between Oh my God yes and Don’t you come near me with that thing. I rocked back, seeking more.
And then he gave me more. He didn’t so much thrust into me. He gripped my hips and pulled me back against him, yanking me off-balance in the same moment he buried himself to the hilt inside me. Before I could stabilize myself again, he started thrusting, and whoa, I was in a circle of heaven I hadn’t known existed. One where I was off-balance, at the mercy of this rough and gorgeous stranger, and taking a pounding from a cock that might as well have been specifically made to fit my ass.
“Fuck,” he said—more like grunted—and exhaled hard. “Fuck, you feel good.”
I tried to tell him he felt good too, but all that came out was a string of incomprehensible babbling. Whatever. Pretty sure he got the message, because he kept right on going. And then he shoved me all the way down to the mattress, pinned me there with strong hands on my ass cheeks, and drilled me deep and hard. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t complement his thrusts. Couldn’t roll my pelvis. Couldn’t move. There was nothing for me to do but lie there and take it, and he felt so damn good I was almost in tears.
“Oh God.” He released a low, throaty groan. “Gonna . . . fucking come.”
I squeezed my eyes shut and did the best I could to clench around him, and apparently I did it right. He gasped, forced himself as deep as I could take him, and released a long, loud moan as he shuddered on top of me.
I expected him to slump over me, pant for a moment, and then pull out. Instead, the instant his orgasm seemed to have dissipated, Noah pulled out, and before I could think of something hot and snarky to say, he’d flipped me onto my back like I was a fucking ragdoll. One second I was on my stomach, still feeling every thrust he’d taken into my tender ass, and the next, I was staring up at the ceiling and his mouth was around my cock and his fingers were—
“Oh God, yeah . . .” I moaned, kneading his short hair. He was relentless. Not only enthusiastic, but hungry. Demanding. Like he couldn’t get enough of my cock, and I was going to come whether I was ready to or not, and oh, I was so ready to, and I was so going to, and he had me right there, so close, right on the edge . . .
“Fuck!” I levitated off the bed, light exploding behind my eyelids, and he just didn’t quit. His fingers, his mouth—they didn’t stop until I couldn’
t take anymore, and when they did stop, I collapsed in a panting, trembling heap on the bed.
Noah sat up, licking his lips. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”
Stay here? Kay. Not sure what else I could do. Christ.
By the time he came back—he’d probably gone to take care of the condom—the smoke had started to clear and I wasn’t quite such a shaking wreck. Not exactly ready to be seen in public or say anything coherent, but the room had stopped spinning and I could focus my eyes again.
He joined me in bed and pulled the sheet up. Which was good, because now that he’d done it, I noticed I was starting to get a little cool.
“Oh my God.” I slid closer to him, loving the heat of his body against mine. “I so needed that.”
Noah chuckled. “You’re welcome.”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t need it.”
“Oh, I did.” He kissed my brow. “I absolutely did, and as soon as you can move again, I’m gonna need some more.”
Fuck, man. He was going to kill me. Either by too much sex or by turning me on with the way he talked.
“Deal.” I squirmed next to him. “Shame I’m only in town for a short while.” I slid my hand up his chest and through the fan of soft, dark hair. “Because you are welcome to fuck me like that anytime.”
He smirked. “What happened to that feisty power top I met at the bar?”
“Never said I was a power top. Just that I wanted to top you tonight.” With a wink, I added, “And I never said I wasn’t still planning on doing that.”
Noah’s smirk vanished, and he shivered. “Jesus . . .”
“So you still want me to?”
He nodded vigorously.
“Good. And I will. As long as you promise to keep saying all those filthy things while I do.”
“You like dirty talk, eh?”
“Mm-hmm. Guys who are direct, and guys who can talk dirty without sounding like they’re reading porno cue cards are basically my Achilles’ heel.”
“Oh yeah?” In an exaggeratedly husky voice, he said, “So you want me to fuck your tight hole with my big, fat cock, and—”
We both burst out laughing.
“You’re a dork,” I said when I could speak again.
Noah grinned like the dork he was. “But hey, I can talk dirty and turn you on, so I’ll call it a win.”
“I’m not complaining.”
“I should hope not.” He kissed me lightly. “So what brings you to Anchor Point, anyway? Don’t tell me you’re a tourist.”
“In this town?” I winkled my nose. “Please.”
“Oh come on, it’s not bad. Well, okay, maybe not something that’ll be on the Travel Channel’s top-places-to-visit-before-you-die list anytime soon.”
“Exactly.” I sighed. “No, I’m actually here because my sister and her ex-husband are introducing their kids to his new boyfriend, and she needed some moral support from her gay little brother.”
Noah pressed his lips together like he was trying not to smile. “Sorry. Moral support? Really? You?”
“Hey.” I swatted his thigh. “I’ll have you know I am a perfectly well-behaved brother and uncle. Which is exactly why I needed to take a break for some debauchery.”
“Ah.” He gave a single, slow nod. “That explains why you walked in there looking like you were ready to sink your teeth into the first man who made eye contact.”
I clicked my tongue. “You make it sound like I’d have fucked the first sleazeball who gave me the time of day. I do have standards.”
He snorted. “You’re in bed with me, sweetheart. I’m not convinced.”
“Don’t sell yourself short.” I sidled up close to him and snaked a hand over his waist. “I haven’t been ridden like that in years.”
Noah laughed, sliding his hand over my thigh. “Well, if you want me to do it again, all you have to do is ask.” Beat. “And, I mean, wait a few minutes while I recharge. I’m not twenty-one anymore, I’m afraid.”
I chuckled. “It’s okay. Neither am I. And actually . . .” I trailed my fingernail down the middle of his chest. “I’m still in town for another week. If you’re game for a rematch after tonight, you wouldn’t have to twist my arm.”
“But could I?”
I blinked. “What?”
Noah grinned. “You kind of strike me as the type who doesn’t mind getting a bit rough.”
Goose bumps instantly came to life along the length of my spine and up into my hair. “Oh, I am. And if that’s the way you like things, you’d better give me your number before I go.”
“Why don’t we do that now? So we absolutely don’t forget?”
“I like the way you think.”
We found our phones in our pants pockets and came back to bed, where we exchanged phone numbers. With each other’s contact saved, we dropped our phones on top of our clothes and pulled each other back in for a kiss.
“You have anywhere else to be tonight?” he asked against my lips.
“Besides balls-deep in you?”
He shivered.
I grinned. “Nope. Definitely not.”
I could barely move at work the next day. It wasn’t unusual at all for me to have a bit of a headache in the morning, but it had been a while since my hips had been this sore or my back this tender. Then again, it had been a while since I’d been laid, never mind by a feisty, demanding switch with the stamina of a twenty-year-old.
A pleasant shudder rippled through me, hard enough to make my aging desk chair creak. I still couldn’t believe how last night had turned out. I mean, it wasn’t like I never hooked up. Hadn’t done it recently, but stranger things had happened than two guys drinking in a gay bar and winding up naked together.
Weirdly, I’d only been halfway through my first drink when he’d come strolling into the High-&-Tight. He hadn’t touched a drop. A sober hookup before the club had come to life for the evening. And on a weeknight, when the place was usually dead anyway. That was definitely new.
Shivering in my office chair, I grinned to myself. The best part was, I had his number, and he’d made it very clear he wanted more. He wasn’t in town for long, after all. Good thing, too—if he’d been local, we’d probably kill each other.
Someone knocked at my office door, startling me out of my thoughts and back into my workday. I gave myself a second to put on some military bearing before I called out, “It’s open.”
Thank God, it wasn’t one of my junior MAs coming in to tell me someone had fucked up somewhere. That accounted for the vast majority of people knocking on that door.
Instead, my friend Will came in and shut the door behind him, and I relaxed. In front of our shipmates, he was Senior Chief Curtis and I was Chief Jackson. Behind closed doors, though, he was just Will, and Will and I went way back. It wasn’t unusual for members of the chiefs’ mess—anyone who was a chief, senior chief, or master chief—to be buddy-buddy, but we’d been tight since long before either of us had joined the mess. We’d been in the Navy almost the same number of years—eighteen for him, seventeen for me. He’d flown through the ranks faster than I had. Okay, so I was kind of a fuckup, and it was a miracle I’d stayed in the Navy at all, never mind made rank, but he’d been promoted again and again like it was nothing.
And he deserved it too. The guy was dedicated to his job, and he was a damn good leader. People above and below him respected him. Rightfully so.
Out of sight of our junior Sailors, Will dropped unceremoniously into one of the empty chairs in front of my desk. The fact that he could move so freely and flop down without flinching made my whole body ache harder.
“Morning,” I muttered.
“Morning.” He always sounded so much brighter and more refreshed than me at this hour.
It’s six thirty in the goddamned morning, dude. Give a man a break. Especially when that man is only running on a few hours of sleep thanks to . . .
Anthony.
My spine prickled. God, I couldn’t wait to se
e him again tonight. He had said he was coming back, right? I hadn’t hallucinated that part? Because after he’d gone, I’d dreamed about sex with him, and now that I was bleary-eyed and clinging to my coffee cup, it was hard to say how much of what I remembered was—
“Noah?” Will cocked his head, giving me a bemused look. “You still with me, shipmate?”
I laughed and brought my coffee up to my lips. “Yeah. I’m good.”
He studied me, then snickered. “Somebody got lucky last night.”
Heat rushed into my cheeks. And below my belt. Because . . . yeah. Yeah, I’d gotten lucky. Dear God.
I cleared my throat and muttered into my cup, “No idea what you’re talking about.”
“So you’d be game to put on some PT gear and go for a run?”
I glared at him.
Will snorted. “That’s what I thought.”
“Yeah, anyway.” I tilted my head and tried to read between the lines. “How are, uh, things? At home?”
He bristled. “Better.”
“Are they?”
Will locked eyes with me, and the hardness in his said he didn’t want to talk about it. Better? My ass. He and Vince might have been “better” than when Vince had cheated on him last year, but things hadn’t been good in a long time.
Clearing his throat, Will glanced at his watch. “So did you read this morning’s briefing from the CMC yet?”
Yeah, right. The command master chief’s “briefings” were usually twenty pages long, single-spaced, and the man was allergic to punctuation. I didn’t open his emails until I’d had at least five cups of coffee. “Not yet, no.”
“Don’t bother. The short version is they want to move some sentry posts around . . .”
It was the same shit, different day. The CMC was relatively new to the base, and he was constantly trying to shuffle things around in order to make base security leaner and more effective. It never dawned on him to talk to the CO about things like, say, opening up some more billets so we could transfer in more personnel instead of stretching our current people too thin. God forbid we try things that made sense.