A Younger Man (21 page)

“I don’t need to,” Duncan drawled out. “I keep telling you I’m not a little kid anymore.”

His voice soft, Zane answered, “I’ll be there anyway.”

With Duncan’s soft, “Okay. Bye,” Noah suspected the boy wasn’t quite the grown-up he wished he was in his young warrior’s heart, and that he would peek out the window or door at least once to look for Zane.

“Bye,” Zane said into the walkie-talkie, and then turned to find Noah in the cabin.

First, because he was still bare-ass naked, Noah got out of the line of the open doorway. He grabbed his pajama bottoms with one hand and Zane’s tangled shirt and zipper sweater with the other. With a quick toss, he sent Zane his clothing. Zane caught his stuff, but as Noah went to put on his bottoms, Zane said, “Wait.”

Noah jerked his stare up. “What?” His cock still raged against his belly, and it hurt like a motherfucker. Still, Noah ate up Zane with his eyes, even as he pointed toward the interior of his cabin. There was no way Duncan would be able to see him in this position, but Noah still said, “I really can’t keep standing here like this, honey.”

Zane suddenly beamed from within, as if someone had just gifted him with a new house, car, and a million dollars. “I like that.
Honey
feels nice to hear.”

Holy mother.
Pretty much every day, this guy made Noah feel like a Nordic god. “I like it too,” Noah admitted, his tone way too gruff. Still, he added anyway, “Been thinking of you with those kinds of words in my head for a while now.”

Pink dotted Zane’s cheeks, making him look younger and somehow even sexier. He glanced down to Noah’s crotch, and the most innocent yet somehow sinful grin appeared. “Take care of that right here,” he said, making eye contact again, “where I can see you.”

Shit.
Noah stumbled. “I can’t.” Fucking A, his voice croaked. With a fast glance at the open door, and then to Zane, Noah whispered furtively, “Not now.”

Zane leaned against the door frame, half in and half out of the cabin. “I’m the only one who can see and hear you. Come on.” He openly looked at Noah’s hard-on again. “You have to be more than a little uncomfortable.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Even as Noah said that, he couldn’t hold back a grin. When had this young man become so bold? It was heady to witness and have directed at him. Noah let the wadded-up pajama bottoms fall to the floor. He stroked just into the crease of his thigh to under his swollen sac. With a hiss, he said, “I’ve been unbearably hard for you before without getting the final result I wanted, and I managed to take care of it in private, on my own.”

Zane’s pupils flared. “Think about if we could have kept going. God, Noah.” As he bit his lip, Zane briefly shifted his focus to the wooden sculpture and now cleared space. “I was on the floor there begging for you.” He rested his shoulder and head against the door, but his bare toes curled against the treated porch flooring over and over again. Softly, he said, “I’ve never pushed my ass at somebody before and pleaded for them to fuck me.”

As Noah stared back, he slowly dragged his hand up and down his shaft. “You have the sweetest ass in the world.” With that admission, Noah recalled the small taste of that sweet hole he’d already had. He pulled harder on his dick, unable to hold back. “It’s perfect in every way.”

“You have the fucking biggest cock in the world,” Zane replied, flicking between eye contact and Noah pulling on his dick.

“Not true,” Noah said, surprise shocking a bark of laughter from him. His hand stilled. “You own the fact that you’ve never even seen any others.”

Zane quirked a brow. “And how many asses have you seen to know mine is the best?”

Heating as he admitted it, Noah answered, “I’ve seen enough in porn over the last year to know yours is something special.”

Once again, Zane flashed that sunbeam of a smile. “Flatterer.”

Stone-cold sober, Noah shook his head. “Fact.”
Christ.
Using an overhanded grip, Noah started working his dick from root to tip, driving every nerve ending in his penis into a frenzy. “You are something incredible to witness, Zane, and it’s hard to keep my eyes off you.”

Zane’s hips jerked. “You’re going to make me hard again.” A visible twitch pushed against his jeans.

With the taste of Zane still on his tongue, Noah’s mouth watered. “Your cock is something spectacular too.” Needy now, Noah pulled on his balls while stroking his cock, his muscles tensing with renewed desire.

A pretty blue fog started to glaze Zane’s stare. “That was my first blowjob, what you did to me just now. I never knew being in your mouth could feel like that. More than that, though,” a soft huskiness took over Zane’s voice, “every time you moaned you made me more excited.”

“I liked what I was doing a hell of a lot.” His attention fully on Zane, getting lost in every piece of the man, Noah produced bead upon bead upon bead of early seed; the early cum slicked his dick up all that was needed. He increased to rougher pulls under Zane’s watchful stare. “I want to touch you and taste you everywhere.” The slow burn in Noah’s core intensified, and he slipped back into that place of unquenchable desire for this person. “I want into your ass, and I want your cock all the way down my throat, and I don’t want to stop licking your body until I’ve memorized every little freckle or birthmark dotting your skin.”

“Oh God, Noah.” Now facing fully inside, Zane rubbed his cock through his jeans, and it felt as if he ate up Noah’s naked body with his eyes. “Every time I see you without your shirt on I spend half the time we’re together thinking about running my hands and lips all over your back and chest and arms.”

“Go for it next time.” Rubbing across his chest, wishing his hand was smoother so it felt more like Zane’s, Noah tweaked his nipples and scraped at his flesh, his body tight with its need. His balls rolled in his sac, so fucking good it hurt; with each drag on his cock, Noah picked up speed, his world full of everything Zane now. “Tell me more,” he ordered, his voice harsh.

“I want to do what you did to me too.” Still fully clothed, Zane might as well been stripped bare, for Noah only saw the nakedness they’d shared a short while ago. “I want to get on my knees and smell you up close,” Zane admitted, and Noah jerked, working his cock even harder.

Staring at Noah, Zane went on, “I’ve already felt those two veins that run up the underside of your cock with my fingers. Next time I want to lick along that line, and then I want to learn to get as much of you in my mouth as I can. I want to go up and down, sucking and sucking and sucking you, until you’re so hard it feels like you might shatter. Then I want to get on my hands and knees, my ass in the air, begging, like we were before, and then I want you to take over. I want you to put your cockhead against my hole,” Zane gasped and bit his lip, as if he could feel Noah doing that very thing right now, “and I want you to push and push and push, until”—
Oh Jesus Christ, yes
—Noah’s prick burned with the speed with which he jerked himself off—“your cock is inside me so deep and fully, digging and digging inside me, I don’t know where you stop and I begin.

“Noah…” Zane’s voice cracked, and his frame tensed from stem to stern. “Oh God, Noah…” Gazes locked, Zane’s so glazed with desire that he reached back, as if he could feel Noah behind him, inside him. “You’re fucking me…”

With a roar, Noah punched his hips forward, and release exploded through him. His cock, so fucking rigid, pointed straight north, and Noah shot a load that rained ejaculate high into the air, each jet coming so fast it was like one consecutive stream of milky white seed. Fat drops hit the floor while Noah continued to come, his focus entirely on Zane, and he swore the younger man shuddered and came right along with him.

Noah came hard and fast and long, with far more intensity than he had in forever, and the fact that he could maintain his legs in the aftermath amazed him. Fuck, he could hardly breathe.

“Wow, Noah.” Zane practically breathed Noah’s name. “You don’t even know what perfect is because you didn’t see yourself just now.” Sparks of blue diamonds lit his eyes. “You were beautiful.”

Heat of a different kind burned Noah’s cheeks and the tips of his ears. Still, he didn’t dip his head or look away. “You entice me and tempt me and inspire me like nobody else.” Cum dotted the floor all around Noah, and he blushed even more furiously.

Zane grinned. “Now you’re back to flattery again.”

“Just back to the facts, Mr. Halliday.”

“God.” Zane rolled his back against the door frame and looked toward the lake; a groan filled his tone. “I don’t want to leave you yet.”

“Will you stay for coffee?” The request, the need for more time with Zane, spilled from Noah unchecked. Quickly, though, he understood Zane’s dilemma and rushed to add, “I know you have to head back soon, but we can sit on the porch for a little while, just in case Duncan or Hailey looks for you, and we can watch the sun rise together first.”

That smile of Zane’s grew bigger, and it brightened his whole damned demeanor. “There’s nothing else I’d rather do.”

“Go get comfortable.” Zane’s jeans remained stain free, so Noah figured that even if he had come again, he hadn’t spilled enough seed to make him uncomfortable in his clothes. Noah, however, took one look at himself, remembered how goddamn stark naked he still was, and took a step deeper into his cabin. “I’ll throw on some jeans, get us a couple of cups of coffee, and meet you out there in a few.”

Motherfucking Christ.
Zane blew Noah a kiss before disappearing in the direction of the deck chairs. So hell, if Noah moved with record speed, and the coffee sloshed onto the counter in his effort to pour as fast as he could, then so be it. He would clean it, along with the ejaculate all over his floors, after Zane left.

Noah needed as much time with Zane, sitting on his porch at the man’s side, just talking and spending time together, for as long as he could get before life intruded and separated them again.

Chapter 11

Oh my God, Noah. Yes.
As Noah slid his fingers into the back of Zane’s jeans to get at Zane’s ass, Zane lifted up on his tiptoes and sank even deeper into Noah’s kiss. A cool early morning breeze drifted from the lake and caressed Zane’s heated flesh—just not nearly enough to cool his desire for Noah Maitland. Five days’ worth of stolen kisses and touches fueled Zane’s need, and from the feel of titanium-hard cock pushing against his equally hard dick, Zane knew Noah felt the same.

With a low moan, Zane slashed his mouth across Noah’s and swept his tongue inside to take control in a way Noah usually maintained whenever they came together. Just as fast as Zane licked deeply, tasting orange juice and toothpaste, Noah shuddered, and he picked Zane up, right off the ground. Turning him, Noah shoved Zane against one of the cabin’s support beams, bit and kissed at Zane’s sensitized mouth, and regained complete control.

Oh please.
Zane wrapped his legs around Noah’s waist, squeezing his thighs and grinding his cock into Noah’s bare belly, clumsily doing anything he could to get closer to this man’s delicious heat. In response, Noah groaned and ground his cock back at Zane just as hard. His fingers slipped into Zane’s crack and moved on a shiver-worthy slide toward Zane’s clenching pucker. Zane raged hard enough to spurt, but God, even though he knew it might hurt, he desperately wanted to come this time with Noah’s cock in his ass. Even though Zane had yet to feel Noah inside him in even the smallest way, he knew this time not even Noah’s finger would do.

Breathing heavily, Zane pressed kisses all over Noah’s face and then put them nose to nose. “Noah…” He looked into bright, espresso-colored eyes and trembled at the depth of passion clouding Noah’s stare. “Help me.” His own snap and zipper already undone, Zane fumbled with Noah’s jeans fastenings, sliding his legs from around Noah’s waist as he did. “I need you.” The second Zane got Noah’s jeans and underwear down past his hips, the man’s thick, steely pole rose and plastered itself to his flat belly.
Good God, that is insane.
Zane took Noah in hand—
oh yes
—and stroked his searing length. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for you forever.”

Noah hissed with first contact, and Zane eagerly tugged on the man’s cock again. Until Noah, Zane had never understood how much pleasure he could receive in watching someone he liked become aroused and needy. But over these last days, every time Noah moaned, twitched, shook, or grew ridiculously big and hard as a result of something Zane did, Zane became excited to touch Noah even more. With another firm tug on Noah’s cock from Zane, Noah barked a hoarse noise. A fat bead of early cum appeared at his tip, and Zane suddenly knew what he wanted to try more than anything else.

Before that pearl could drop to the ground, Zane fell to his knees, in line with Noah’s glorious cock. Locking in on Noah’s heated stare from above, Zane darted out his tongue and licked across Noah’s wide, weeping slit. Warm salty essence flooded Zane’s taste buds, filling his system with base desires. Without thinking he leaned forward and licked all around the thick mushroom head of Noah’s prick.

Noah bucked in front of Zane, and his haunches and stomach tightened visibly. “Shit, Zane.” He grazed his fingers through Zane’s hair, down his cheek, and Zane rubbed against that rough skin he’s so quickly come to love. “You have no fucking idea how much you stir me up.”

With his lips pressed against the tip of this big man’s cock, amazed at how perfect and right it felt to taste another man, Zane said, “Nobody has ever said such sweet things to me.” Zane licked in a whorl again, loving the smell, feel, and taste of every hot inch of Noah’s penis. “Nobody makes me feel special the way you do.” Parting his lips, Zane then sucked Noah’s cockhead fully into his mouth.

Noah swelled and reared against Zane’s lips. “Jesus Christ, honey.” It seemed a blender had cut Noah’s words up into all jagged edges. “Suck me harder.” Noah wrapped his hand around the thick base of his shaft and pushed forward hard. “Fucking take it all.”

Just as Zane felt Noah slide deeper into his mouth, the sight of Noah’s wrist, and the metal watch wrapped around the strong bone, penetrated Zane’s brain. Real life came rushing back to Zane.
Shoot.
Before Zane could get a good taste of Noah, he spit Noah’s cock out and shot to his feet. “Shoot. Shoot. Shoot.” He fell backward, against the cabin’s support beam, and struggled back into his pants.