Ignite (Unbreakable Bonds 7)

Noah reached for Rowe’s fly, but Rowe took him by surprise, dropping to his knees. He looked up at Noah and the passion on his face made Noah’s belly tighten in anticipation. Rowe loved giving him head and half the time came just from doing that. Watching him revel in the pleasure was truly one of Noah’s favorite things.

A warm hand grasped his cock and brought it to Rowe’s mouth. His boyfriend licked along his shaft, swirling his tongue around the head. Soft lips enveloped him as Rowe pulled him into the hot cavern of his mouth. Noah nearly closed his eyes at the heady pleasure that filled him, but he wanted to watch Rowe. And as always, it was a true delight.

Between the tight sucking on his cock and the way Rowe obviously got off on it, he was soon counting in his head to make it last. Rowe had his eyes closed and every now and then, a small moan would vibrate in his throat. He ran his free hand up Noah’s inner thigh, then brought his fingers to his mouth. He looked up at Noah as he sucked on his fingers.

He was so fucking hot, Noah couldn’t believe how lucky he was to belong to this man.

Rowe brought his wet fingers to Noah’s hole and pressed them up inside of him as he took his cock back into his mouth. He never once took his eyes off Noah’s, and the stark intimacy of the moment wasn’t lost on him. The warmth that filled his chest threatened to take him out at the knees. He loved this man so much.

Fingers hit his prostate and he sucked in a breath and began to pant as Rowe relentlessly massaged it as he ran his tongue over Noah’s cock and sucked him deep into his throat.

“Oh babe,” Noah growled, bending over Rowe’s head. Hoarse cries escaped his throat as Rowe didn’t let up with the dual attack. It felt so good, he couldn’t believe he was still standing, and he longed for a bed so he could better focus on what Rowe was doing.

As if he read his mind, Rowe pulled off and said, “Walk to the bed in the other room.”

Noah didn’t hesitate. He hurried out of the bathroom, made sure the door was shut, pulled down the bedspread, and sprawled across the massive king-sized bed. Rowe strolled into the room slowly, his eyes at an intense half-mast, his dick hard and sticking straight out since he’d removed his pants.

Neither of them paid any attention to the window next to the bed. Anyone looking into this room would need binoculars. Instead, he enjoyed the moonlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling glass. It gave the room a dreamy, surreal feel that went with the mood.

Rowe licked him again, moaning as he loved on Noah’s cock. He went right to sucking him down again, fingers going straight to his prostate. He pegged it over and over as he made love to Noah. Noah spread his legs, head tilting back as he panted and writhed. The sheets were sinfully soft under his skin and Rowe’s mouth was sinfully hot around him. Rowe licked and sucked, bringing his mouth to Noah’s tip, then sending it back down to the root. He tightened his suction.

Pleasure built and built inside Noah until he hovered right on the precipice, entire body tight; then his vision grayed out as he burst and spilled down Rowe’s throat. Rowe groaned his pleasure and sat up on his knees, reaching for his dick, stroking it a few times before he aimed over Noah’s chest. Hot splashes hit him as Rowe moaned and bucked above him. He fell on top of Noah, sprawling and breathing hard in his ear. “Fuck, I love you,” Rowe breathed, nuzzling into the side of Noah’s neck.

“Love you, too.” He turned his head and pressed a soft kiss to Rowe’s lips. “You’ve gotten so good at that, I may have to demand it daily.”

“I’d happily do that daily. Love your dick. Love that silky skin in my mouth.”

Noah could tell and again, he thought about how lucky he was. Not just that Rowe loved oral sex, but that the man loved him. There wasn’t a doubt in his body over how Rowe felt about him, and Noah reveled in the knowledge that his longest running dream was still coming true. He ran his hand down Rowe’s spine, loving the supple muscle and smooth skin under his palms. “We’ll have to shower again. I got all sweaty.”

“I like you sweaty. Smell so damn good.” Rowe’s nose was still buried in his neck. “Hope JB is good at fending for himself, because we may just stay in here and do that again.”

Noah snorted. “Give me a few minutes.”

“What’s wrong, old man, need recovery time?”