A Younger Man (24 page)

On their shuffle toward the passenger side door, Zane pushed his hands under Noah’s T-shirt, lifting the fabric as he brushed his palms up Noah’s belly and chest. Each caress of Zane’s fingers, soft at first, and then rougher when he scraped his chewed-down nails across Noah’s nipples, made every nerve ending in Noah’s body clamor toward the surface of his flesh, eager to get just a little touch from Zane’s wonderful hands.

Zane managed to get Noah’s T-shirt off; the second he did he rubbed his face all over Noah’s shoulders and collarbone and chest, making the most shiver-inducing humming noise as he did. “Your skin is always so hot.” Zane dragged his fingers down Noah’s back and then shoved into his jeans, clutching at his ass, helping to keep them close. Kissing his way back to Noah’s mouth, he looked up, his eyes drugged with honest need. “At night I dream about burrowing into you and crawling all over you to keep warm.”

Shuddering from top to bottom, Noah pushed Zane a measure away. “Shit, baby.” Noah yanked the door open nearly hard enough to rip it off its hinges. “Get those clothes off,” he ordered as he dug into the glove compartment, searching for where he’d hidden the condoms and lube. “Right now.”

Zane instantly shrugged off his shirt, revealing firm skin, now a light golden color from being outdoors more often. Noah moaned in response. Looking into Zane’s pretty eyes twisted the sweetest sensations in Noah’s heart and gut, but staring at his body did an even harsher number on other particular parts of his body—parts beyond painful right now. Precum coated Noah’s cockhead completely and drizzled down his shaft, and his balls pulled with exquisite discomfort.
Shit.
Noah forced himself to turn away and put his full attention on finding the box where he’d stored the necessary items, needing a moment to regroup.

Turning away barely cleared the need coursing through Noah enough to focus, but at least by actually looking into the glove compartment, rather than feeling around, he could see the double-size box of staples he wanted. Noah had known if either of his kids had need to get into the glove compartment they wouldn’t have any reason to open a box they thought held industrial-strength staples. As Noah grabbed the cardboard case he caught sight of a blue plaid bundle from the corner of his eye.
Yes.
Before backing out of the truck, he leaned over the seat to grab the faded flannel blanket.

With his treasures in hand, Noah spun, and his heart staggered to a stop at the sight before him.
Sweet merciful God.
Zane stood a half dozen feet away, gloriously nude, his cock lifting high from a soft patch of dark fur. Noah’s knees got a bit shaky. “Holy fuck, honey.”

Zane rubbed one bare foot against the other, studying Noah with dreamy eyes. “I’m okay then?”’

“Baby,” Noah rushed forward and grabbed Zane around the back of his neck, letting the items in his hands fall to the ground, “okay doesn’t begin to describe what I feel when I look at you.” Tunneling up into Zane’s hair, Noah held the man’s head in place and descended, taking his mouth once again.

Zane rubbed his tongue against Noah’s, kissing Noah back while writhing against him, and Noah quickly lost himself to lust again. When Zane stood on his tiptoes, his cock lined right up with Noah’s, and the shock of bare contact again had Noah groaning and tripping Zane down to the grass. The blanket had opened partway on its own when it had fallen to the ground, and that would have to be good enough. Noah had no intention of stopping to spread the material out as if they were having a Sunday picnic. The lube, condoms, and open staples box were nestled in the grass next to the fabric.

Panting heavily, Zane whispered, “Please,” and clung to Noah, kissing Noah with a desperation that pumped a flood of endorphins into Noah’s blood. Noah locked an arm around the small of Zane’s back and shoved them both a foot to the side, onto the partially open blanket, and then came down on top of Zane with all of his weight. Zane immediately wrapped his legs high around Noah’s waist, almost at his armpits. The hot, guileless move put the younger man’s cock against Noah’s stomach and his sweet ass right against Noah’s rigid erection.
Holy mother.
Noah shuddered on top of Zane. He barely had his jeans down at his hips, but his cock was free, and he had mobility, and right now he didn’t need any more than that.

Zane nipped and licked at Noah’s parted lips. He clutched Noah’s upper arms with digging fingers too, and Noah felt the white-hot flame of his long suppressed need ignite straight through his limbs to combust in his core.

Gotta have him now.
As Noah grabbed the lube, he bit at Zane’s mouth, but then pulled back to look into his eyes. “Tell me if you’ve done anything with your ass.” His voice was rough with his desire and fear, but he would find some way to stay attuned to every cue from his partner. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Red burned through the pink already darkening Zane’s cheeks, but his dick surged, pressing hard against Noah’s belly. “I only stuck a finger in once when I was thinking about you.” Flaming crimson traveled down Zane’s neck to his chest, and he added, “It made me come.”

In response Noah dumped a lake’s worth of early ejaculate onto Zane’s balls. “Fucking A, honey.” He tore the wrapper off the lube with his teeth, dumped a dollop onto two fingers, and pushed them between their bodies to Zane’s pucker. “I swear if you keep saying such sweetly hot stuff to me, one day it’s gonna kill me.”

Right then, Zane’s striated bud quivered and pulsed against Noah’s finger, and Noah lost a little bit more of his mind.
Oh Christ.
He leaned down to capture Zane’s mouth, clinging to his soft lips, and at the same time pushed his pointer finger all the way into Zane’s ass.

Zane’s channel instantly squeezed in a vise-tight hold. He exhaled sharply against Noah’s mouth, moaning, “Oh God … God … Noah, please,” against Noah’s lips, and crushed his fingertips even deeper into Noah’s arm muscles.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. It’s not working.
His heart cracking, Noah shifted to ease up his weight and withdraw his digit, but Zane held tightly to Noah with his thighs around his back.

Too much brightness lingered in Zane’s eyes, and the sight of it killed Noah. Still Zane said, “Don’t leave.”

“Babe…” Noah’s voice was strangled, and he couldn’t get another word out.

“Give me a minute.” His face still pinched with too much pain for Noah’s peace of mind, Zane bit his lip. He gasped as he shifted his tail end, the move making Noah’s finger move within his hot, tight passage. “Your finger is bigger than mine. Let me get used to feeling you there.”

Noah couldn’t bear to see the twist marring Zane’s beautiful mouth, but at the same time he wanted to give the man the time he needed to acclimate. Whispering, “I’m sorry it hurts,” Noah dipped down and brushed a kiss to Zane’s mouth, then did it again, desperate for this man’s kiss as much as his body. Zane parted his lips for Noah, and Noah licked just inside at first, then deeper, softly though, just grateful for the gift of Zane’s taste, always dipped in honey, and always seemingly with warm welcome.

Grazing brushes of lips meeting time and again and gentle forays into each other’s mouths were the only movements either man made. Soft moans from each of them mingled into one joyously masculine sound. Noah had no idea how long they kissed, just loving those touches of their mouths and flicks of their tongues, when Zane slid his fingers up from Noah’s arms to around his neck and then into his hair. He grabbed at Noah’s locks, holding him close, and then rocked his lower body onto Noah’s finger, once, then twice, and experimented with guiding his fluttering passage up and down Noah’s stationary penetration.

On the third bump up of his hips, Zane gasped, shivered, and then bit at Noah’s lip. He wiggled his ass on Noah’s buried digit again, and with another moan switched to biting his own lip. “Oh God, Noah … right there, right there.” With each tiny nudge of his buttocks, Zane worked himself off on Noah’s invasion. He pinned Noah with a wide-eyed, wondrous look. “It feels so good.”

Feeling a grin kick up his lips, Noah licked the tip of Zane’s nose. “I got your sweet spot,” he shared, and worked the pad of his finger over that little bump in Zane’s ass once more.

“Goddammit.” With a small buck of his hips—as much as he could surely move in his folded position—Zane pulled harder at Noah’s hair. “Whatever it is, get at it more.”

Noah parted his lips against Zane’s to kiss him, but then he chuckled and whispered, “My pleasure.”

Slipping into kissing Zane again, this time Noah added working his finger in the man’s ass at the same time. This time around Zane not only accepted Noah’s penetration, but he also exhaled an eager little breath against Noah’s lips with each full slide of finger in his hole—and Noah went rock hard again in victory.

His blood now humming at top speed, Noah pushed in and out of Zane’s channel in a steady pattern time and again. Every glide of his digit inside Zane’s steamy channel drove his imagination wild with thoughts of that snug, hot tunnel surrounding his cock instead.
Fuck yes.
Back to full speed, not sure how much longer he could wait, Noah held against Zane, looking into the blur of his bright stare, and warned, “I’m giving you two now.” He locked on the man’s open gaze as he forced another finger into Zane’s ass, doubling the thickness of the invasion.

Zane’s lips parted, his breathing still choppy. His chute throbbed fast and powerfully around the thicker taking. Zane groaned with each deep pulsing in his ass, though, and his cock reared hard against Noah’s belly.
Amazing.
His two fingers still fully embedded inside Zane, Noah twisted his digits, lubing and stretching Zane’s passage as deep as his fingers could go. In response Zane moaned. He fluttered inside too, and he smeared more early cum on Noah’s abdomen.
Damn.
Noah marveled, studying Zane as he turned his two fingers within Zane’s passage again.
He loves it.

The knowledge went straight through Noah like the purest North Carolina moonshine. All of the adrenaline and arousal he’d been trying so hard to control flooded straight into his cock—his long-denied, hungry cock.
I can’t wait.
In a flash, Noah withdrew his fingers and moved his cock into place, telling Zane, “You are so ready for a fucking.”

The word “Yeah,” started to leave Zane’s lips. But right then, Noah’s tip kissed the pulsing entrance to Zane’s body, and Noah couldn’t wait a second longer to take what he’d coveted for so long. Noah pumped his hips, drove his cock straight into Zane’s ass, and Zane’s agreement morphed into a sharp, strangled cry.

Oh fuck.
Zane’s ass channel suffocated Noah’s cock in the sweetest, hottest way, and Noah couldn’t control the second and third thrust of his hips, or the groan that filled his being as he experienced his cock in another man’s ass for the first time. He wasn’t even in to the base yet, but Christ, each lick of Zane’s passage around the portion of Noah’s shaft that was buried sent frissons of awareness up the rest of his dick, making the neglected nerve endings cry for part of the action.

Noah rocked into Zane repeatedly, losing himself in the act of fucking. Simultaneously, Zane grunted with each push in of Noah’s cock, and the sound assaulted Noah like shrieks in the dead of night.
Shit. Damn. Fuck.

Using supreme willpower, Noah forced himself to stop. He wrapped his arms around Zane’s head, put them forehead to forehead, and tried to penetrate into Zane’s soul via his glistening gaze. His voice gritty with too much emotion, Noah’s voice barely held sound. “Tell me you’re okay.”

Still clutching Noah’s hair, Zane held him close and scraped their lips together. “I’m okay.” He winced though. “It hurts,” Zane admitted, his skin ruddy. His breath caught as Noah slid inside him once more. “But sometimes it feels good too.”

Instinct had Noah clinging to Zane in a kiss. He whispered roughly, “Hold on to me.” Reaching back, Noah unlocked Zane’s legs from around his back, but didn’t move them far. “Clutch your thighs against my sides.” As soon Zane complied, Noah held tightly to Zane and rolled them until Noah was on his back and Zane was on top. Noah pushed his fingers through Zane’s thick, glossy hair and looked into his eyes. “Now ride me, baby. Set whatever pace you need to make it feel good all the time.”

Zane parted his lips, but nothing came out. Finally, his pupils widening, he said, “I-I don’t know what to do.”

This man’s uncertainty melted Noah’s fears right into the grass. “Honey,” Noah brushed his rough knuckles against Zane’s smooth cheek, “I won’t know any better than you will if we’re doing it right or wrong.” Noah’s cock felt mighty happy buried partway in Zane’s hot, tight ass, though, so he figured they were at least a good way down the right track. “Do whatever you want.”

Sucking the edge of his lip between his teeth, Zane lifted upright and slowly rocked himself on Noah’s embedded cock. Both men shivered, and Zane did it again. Undulating his hips, Zane found a gentle rhythm that Noah had to figure the sexy young man liked because his lip slipped from between his teeth and a small smile appeared.
So pretty.
Noah gritted his teeth against the urge to slam his full length all the way up into Zane’s ass, repeatedly, ferociously, and instead let the burn of sinful pleasure coursing through his cock drive him slowly insane.

With Zane now steadily fucking himself on Noah’s cock, Zane’s own shaft rose, stiffening to a thing of true beauty, into something Noah could not ignore. Noah took the long, slender length in his hand, stroked the full, velvety-firm shaft from the base to the perfectly shaped mushroom head. In response Zane gasped and jammed himself a little harder onto Noah’s penis. Groaning, loving every little and big response this man gave him, Noah spit in his hand and pulled on Zane’s prick again, working the reddening shaft repeatedly, wishing he was dexterous enough to fold over to take the burning hot, throbbing pole into his mouth.

Just thinking about sucking Zane’s cock made Noah’s prick swell and throb ridiculously in the man’s rectum.
Fuck. It feels too good.
Noah pumped his hips automatically, unable to pull the action back, and forced a rougher shafting of Zane’s ass.