Page 11 of Chains of Nightshade

With slow fingers, he unbuttoned and unzipped Cooper’s pants before dropping to his knees in front of him. He slid his hand in the back of Cooper’s jeans, and cupped his ass before pushing his jeans and underwear down.

Coop thread his hands through Noah’s hair, letting his head drop back, when Noah leaned forward, burying his face in Cooper’s pubic hair. “You smell so fucking good.” He sucked one of Cooper’s balls into his mouth, then the other. He felt that one touch everywhere, making him weak. Cooper tightened his fist in Noah’s hair, pulling slightly.

“You’re gonna make me come before you even get inside me.”

“Don’t,” Noah ordered. “Hold off. I wanna play a little. I’m gonna savor every part of you, baby.”

Cooper moaned. Oh yeah. “I like the sound of that—Oh, fuck.” He hissed when Noah took his prick all the way to the back of his throat.

Noah licked his head before saying, “I’m getting to the fucking.”

“Get there quicker,” Cooper gasped.

“No. Go lay on the bed.” Noah walked over to his bag, pulling out the rubbers and lube. Coop went straight to the bed like he said, but wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking.

“That’s my job.” Noah tossed the stuff to the bed.

“Then get me off. I don’t want to wait.” His whole body felt primed, eager, frenzied. He’d decided he wanted this and he wanted it now.

Noah’s hand covered his, making Cooper open his eyes to look at him. “Do you want me to hurry because you want me, or because you don’t want to change your mind?”

That was Noah, always over-thinking, always wanting to make sure he was being the nice guy.

“Shut up and fuck me. If I changed my mind, you know I’d tell you.”

A slow smile spread cross Noah’s face. It took Coop’s breath away.

“You asked for it. Roll over.”

He almost said he wanted to do it face to face, but he trusted Noah. Cooper flipped onto his stomach, spreading his legs wide.

“Holy Christ you have no idea how fucking hot you look like that. So damn sexy, Coop.”

Cooper’s skin burned. His insides tingled. He was afraid one touch would send him over the edge. “Want you.”

He watched over his shoulder as Noah took off the rest of his clothes, watched his prick--thick, and hard, the head purple and swollen--as he walked toward him. He lay on the bed, moved on top of Cooper and said, “You have me.”

Noah slide down Cooper’s body, spreading his cheeks wide. Cooper moaned when his tongue traveled down his crack, settling on his hole. He licked and probed, as Cooper started moving against him, needing more. His own cock rubbed against the comforter, creating a delicious friction he couldn’t get enough of.

Behind him, Cooper heard the lube open, felt it cold on his asshole before Noah pushed a finger inside.

There was that moment of discomfort and then his body went loose. “That’s damn good. Fuck…you inside me…”

Noah’s fingers pumped in and out. “I gotta give you more to get your ready. Tell me if it’s too—”

“Shut the fuck up, Noah. Don’t treat me like I can’t fucking handle this.”

Cooper gasped, as Noah’s teeth bit into his ass cheek. “You’re right.”

Then his teeth were gone. More cold and… . “Fuck…yeah.” Cooper didn’t know how many fingers were inside him; how many were fucking him, and loosening him up for Noah’s cock. It was tight, stretching him in a way his body had never been stretched before. He couldn’t breath, couldn’t move.

“You got this. Just enjoy it. I can’t make you come yet or you’re body will be tight and it’ll be harder for you.”

In. Out. In. Out. Each time Noah’s fingers fucked him, it hurt less. The fingers went in easier. And soon he was moving his ass so he met Noah’s movements. He started to move faster, his body now wanting more. Wherever Noah was concerned, he always wanted more.

“I need you. Please…”

Behind him, Noah groaned and pulled away. “Turn over. I wanna look at you when I make love to you.”