Unhinged (Necessary Evils #1)(27)

What was he going to do about Adam? Adam, who had claimed Noah as his after just forty-eight hours, like some prehistoric caveman. Adam, who swore he’d never let anybody hurt Noah, like he was taking a blood oath. Adam, who had given him the most intense orgasm of his entire life before tucking him into bed and kissing his forehead.

Fuck. Noah wanted to believe Adam’s instincts. He wanted to think that the part of Adam that could feel had somehow recognized the parts of Noah that couldn’t and tried to close the gap. But the realist in him screamed that he was just ignoring a million red flags and, at best, he’d get his heart broken and, at worst, he’d end up in a ditch. He honestly wasn’t sure which was worse.

But as uncertain as he was of Adam’s intentions, he was very certain he wasn’t leaving. He wasn’t going to run. Noah had spent so much of his life feeling sad and lonely or feeling nothing at all. Adam made him feel good, made him feel excited. When he woke up that morning, Adam’s arms around him had made him feel…safe. And nothing had ever really made Noah feel safe.

Noah had been certain when Adam left that he’d pass the time in the darkened room staring at the shadows on the ceiling. But as soon as he’d buried his face in Adam’s scent, still drunk from his recent orgasm, his consciousness just faded to black.





*



Noah stirred as the soft comforter slid down and away, leaving him exposed to the frigid air conditioning pumping through the loft. He made a noise of disappointment at the disruption of his cocoon. He rubbed his face in the pillow, still in that space between awake and asleep.

The bed dipped near his feet, and then Adam’s naked body blanketed his back, his knees forcing Noah’s legs wide as he made himself at home between his legs, his hard cock pressing against the crevice of Noah’s ass.

“Adam?” He hated how breathless and nervous he sounded.

Adam’s response was a low throaty purr, his fingers threading through Noah’s hair, his breath hot against his ear. “I told you I wasn’t done with you yet.”

Noah’s breath hitched as Adam’s erection slid between his cheeks, not trying to enter him, just working against him, like Noah was his own personal sex toy. The glide was easy, his cock slick. Had Adam stripped off his clothes and coated his cock with lube before climbing on top of Noah to rut against him?

Noah hardened instantly.

Fuck.

He was so damaged.

He wanted Adam to use him, was already so gone over the panting grunts against his ear, the way his legs were splayed wide, like Adam wanted him as open as possible for him, the way his arms caged Noah in, trapping him beneath him.

Adam bit at his earlobe hard. “You fucking love this, don’t you? I can practically smell it on you.”

Noah whimpered, managing a wavering, “Yes.”

The hair in his hand tightened, craning his head back to slant their lips together. “Yeah, you do. My dirty boy. I can’t wait ‘til I’m inside you,” he growled into Noah’s open mouth.

Noah groaned at the thought. He wanted Adam inside him, filling him up, holding him down, taking what he wanted. “You can. Fuck me. It’s okay. I want it. I want you.”

He canted his hips upward as much as he could, grinding back against Adam’s hard length just in case he wasn’t getting just how willing Noah was.

Adam chuckled. “You want it so bad. I bet I could make you beg for it.” Noah shivered. “Yeah. You’d definitely beg for it. But not tonight, baby. When I fuck you, it’s going to be an all night affair and tonight, we both need sleep. Still, when I saw you there, sleeping on my pillow, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep without my cum on your body.”

Noah moaned, hips spasming at Adam’s words, working his cock against the sheet, not even caring how desperate he looked. Adam bit at his throat and shoulder hard enough to make Noah cry out.

“Yeah, be loud for me. Fuck, I love it. I’m going to make a mess of you.”

Noah’s eyes rolled as a shudder tore through him. Adam forced two fingers into his mouth, working them in and out in time with his thrusts. “Suck,” he rasped. Noah did as Adam demanded. “Good boy. That’s it. Suck my fingers like you suck my cock. So fucking good for me. You’re gonna make me come.”

Noah whined around his fingers as Adam started to move faster, worked his thighs wider, so he could get better traction to drive against him. Just thinking about Adam fucking into him with those same long, sure strokes made him crazy, his trapped cock throbbing, his toes curling, his hands fisting the sheets.

Adam came with a harsh shout, spilling between them, sinking his teeth into Noah’s shoulder hard enough to leave a mark. He then collapsed onto Noah, breathing hard. He slipped his fingers free of Noah’s mouth, using the hand in his hair to crane his head back for another greedy kiss. “Sorry. I can’t keep my hands off of you.”

Noah flushed, grateful the room was dark. Adam’s weight disappeared, and then Noah was being flipped over. He cried out as his aching cock was enveloped in the wet heat of Adam’s mouth. “Oh, fuck,” he managed, breathing ragged as pleasure shot sparks along his nerve endings. “This is gonna last, like, thirty seconds,” he warned.

Adam pulled off him with a pop, grinning up at him. “Then I’m doing something right.”