Unhinged(Necessary Evils #1)(23)

Noah sucked in a sharp breath as Adam’s hand cracked across his ass, fire trailing in its wake. He whimpered when Adam’s lips ghosted over the abused flesh before his hand came down hard on the other side. Noah bit down on his bottom lip, stifling another helpless noise as Adam’s mouth soothed that wound, too.

He braced himself for the next slap, but it never came.

Noah cried out as Adam’s tongue suddenly laved over his entrance. “Fuck,” he whined, falling to his forearms, back arching, hands fisting in Adam’s pillowcase. “Oh, God.”

“Oh, yeah. That’s it. Arch your back for me. Fuck, you taste amazing,” Adam growled against him, gripping Noah’s hips, holding him still so he could bury his face in the heart of him, mouthing over his hole.

Noah couldn’t think of a response. He couldn’t think at all. He dragged the pillow closer, burying his face, moaning like a whore when Adam’s hand closed around his aching cock, working just the head, thumbing over his slit as he stroked in time with the tongue probing Noah’s hole. He wasn’t going to last.

When Adam’s mouth slid lower, to suck Noah’s balls, he ripped his face from the pillow. “Oh, fuck. I’m so close. Please, don’t stop. Please.” He knew he was babbling, fucking Adam’s tightened fist, eyes rolling as he picked up the pace. “Please, Adam. I need to come.” Another desperate noise fell from his lips as he picked up the pace. “Oh, fuck. Yes. Please. Please. I’m so close. I’m so close. Just a little more. Please, Adam…”

The sound Adam made was animalistic, teeth sinking into Noah’s ass cheek before going back to spearing his tongue against his hole. “You gonna come for me, baby?” he asked.

Noah was nodding, even though Adam couldn’t see him, his hands mangling his fancy pillowcase as pleas continued to spill from his lips. “Yes. Oh, fuck. Right there. Oh, yes. Please, Adam,” Noah begged. “Please, can I come?”

Adam chuckled. “You can come, baby. Let me hear you.”

One more twisting pull of Adam’s hand over Noah’s cock and he was gone, crying out as he spilled onto the comforter, Adam’s hand working him until he batted it away with a hiss of pain.

Noah’s stomach fluttered when Adam rumbled, “My turn,” flipping Noah onto his back and dragging him down the bed before crawling over him.

He gripped the headboard with one hand, feeding Noah his cock with the other. His hands flailed before finally coming to rest on Adam’s ass, muscles flexing beneath his fingertips with each shallow thrust. His panting grunts and the increasingly protesting headboard told Noah that Adam was close, but that was his only warning. Then he was pulling free of Noah, jerking himself a few more times before cum painted over his lips, his tongue, his cheeks. Once more, Adam rocked forward, smearing his cock over the mess on Noah’s face before slipping back in for Noah to suck him clean.

When he had nothing left, Adam sat back on Noah’s chest, panting, a smile spreading across his face as he used his thumbs to attempt to clean Noah off. He finally rolled off Noah and the mattress, grabbing his t-shirt, carefully wiping Noah’s face before cleaning himself off and tossing it away.

“You okay?” he asked, smiling soft enough to make Noah’s heart ache.

Noah nodded. “Yeah, better than okay. You?”

“I’m good. Yeah,” Adam said. Noah’s smile faded as Adam leaned down and kissed him softly. “That was really hot.”

Noah shook his head in wonderment. “You’re definitely too good to be true.” His eyes widened. He hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

Adam’s responding grin was teasing. “I’m a murderer. And you”—he dipped his head once more to trail kisses over Noah’s chest—“are sexy as hell. I love how you just babble whenever you’re about to come. It drives me crazy.”

Noah snickered. “Thanks?”

When Adam laid down beside him, Noah snuggled up against him, letting his fingers trace the outlines of his tattoos. The snake he’d seen that first night wrapped around Adam’s neck. But there was also a butterfly in the center of his chest with angel wings on either side, a rose on either arm and a dagger piercing his side. All seemingly unrelated but, somehow, all Adam.

Noah wasn’t sure what they were supposed to do now. He’d already slept with Adam—just slept—but most of his sexual encounters ended with him rolling out of bed and shoving his clothes on before the cum had even dried on the sheets. He didn’t know if he was supposed to stay and cuddle, sleep in Adam’s arms. Should he leave? Or at least offer to go?

Before he could think on it too much, Adam’s phone began to vibrate from somewhere over the edge of the bed. It had to be after midnight. “Who’s that?”

Adam groaned, not even bothering to look. “One of my idiot brothers, I’m sure.”

Noah frowned. “You’re not going to answer it?”

Adam’s fingers began to trail along Noah’s arm. “If they’re calling this late, they want something. If I don’t answer, I can pretend I was sleeping.”

Noah mulled that over while Adam’s phone vibrated three more times, then stopped, before starting once more.

On the third attempt, Noah said, “I don’t think they’re going away.”