Page 74 of Like Father, Like Son

I nudge my glasses up my nose after placing the last stack of plates into the sink. Noah’s arms are around my waist before I even realize he’s locked the front door.

His lips brush my ear and heat melts down my spine like lava. My bare toes curl into the hardwood. “Leave the dishes.”

I nod, warmth already rushing up my throat, settling along my jaw and in my cheeks. The dishes clank lightly as I let them go and dust my hands along the dish towel. We work in tandem to turn off the kitchen lights and lock up,hitting the bottom of the stairs at the same time. He kisses my neck and swats my ass. “Up, go up now.”

I snort. “You’ve turned caveman.”

His hand slides up my shirt and skims my spine, calloused fingers along my warm flesh. My entire body shudders and a second later, we slam into our room and topple onto the bed. His mouth thrashes against mine, teeth and tongue, moaning, both of us hard, grinding together.

Sometimes we take our time, but other times, we’re like this. Hot. Bothered. Been teased by sultry looks across a crowded dinner table all night. Been brushing fingertips all day. He left me aching this morning when I got an emergency call from Kat during a blowjob.

I’ve grown addicted to his mouth.

His hands.

Everything.

But right now, our hands seem to be working just fine. Before I know it, we’ve pulled each other out and we’re fisting one another. He strokes me a little harder than I stroke him, but I cup his balls, and he lets out a groan.

“You looked so handsome tonight. And you did so well hosting everyone,” he says to me, skating his lips up the underside of my chin before crashing to my mouth. His kiss is tender but deep, urgent but sort of slow, too. We stroke faster, and desire coils tight in my groin. I’ve been horny for him since this morning. This won’t take long.

I like that I don’t have to be embarrassed if that’s the case. It’s okay. Sometimes, the reality of being with Noah isjust far too exciting, and sometimes it’s the same for him, and he’s just so good at making me feel safe. It’s too much, then we’re working on round two instead of round one.

But that’s okay.

Still, right now, I think we’re both right there on the edge, already, immediately. His grunts spill down my collar and slide against my skin, slippery and hot. I bite his bottom lip as I smooth my thumb over his slit, smearing precum down his shaft. He’s thick and veiny, and I clench my ass when I stroke him, just imaging tomorrow, when we have more time and more energy.

“You were amazing,” I tell him, licking along his jaw as I thrust my hips, our fists colliding as our jerking speeds up. His bicep flexes, and his skin glistens.

“Cade,” he groans, his mouth searching for mine in a panic. Our mouths collide as we topple over the edge, heat splashing between us as we pant and groan, mouths sliding together as we try and catch our breath.

We clean up, and slip into pajamas, falling asleep ten minutes later.

It’s the best night of my life.

The next morning, lying in bed, I ask Noah to move in with me and to get rid of his place. I tell him we’ll put his name on my place, too. And he accepts.

That summer, we go to Greece, and Noah gives me a ring, and we make official plans for forever.

The End.