Torch (Unbreakable Bonds 3)

“I was going to go with bi,” Noah said, his voice becoming lighter, almost teasing, as he tried to lift the mood. “I don’t doubt that you loved your wife, that you were genuinely attracted to her.”

“I’m not talking about Mel,” he snapped.

Noah continued as if Rowe hadn’t spoken. “I’m just saying the hard dick I felt pressed against me last night indicates that it’s not just pussy that turns your crank.”

“I don’t know. I’ve looked, but never really wanted to take it further. You’re the only one…” Rowe started to say and then his words drifted off.

Noah fell back in his seat, thrusting his hands through his loose hair so that it was pushed back from his face. Thick muscles strained the sleeves of his T-shirt, but it was his stunned expression that drew Rowe’s eyes.

The air between them grew thick, leaden—like a mass of rain-heavy clouds had risen.

“Say that again,” Noah commanded. His voice dipped low and turned rough with lust.

Heat suddenly coursed through Rowe’s veins, adding a new tension to his frame while sending blood from his brain to his hardening cock. “What?”

“Am I the first man to ever turn you on? To make your dick a fucking steel pole in your jeans?”

Rowe swallowed twice against the tightening in his throat. “Yeah.”

Noah moaned and Rowe felt himself grow even harder at the sound. He fucking loved that sound. Noah’s left hand tightened in his hair while the right slid down his chest. Unfortunately, the table was between them and Rowe couldn’t see what he was doing. He could guess from the way Noah shifted in his seat that he’d adjusted himself. He wanted to shove away the table that separated them, but instead he continued to hold the edge, knuckles growing whiter by the second. It was safer with the table between them.

“That turns you on?” Rowe asked, unable to take his eyes off Noah.

“The idea that I’m your first anything turns me the fuck on,” Noah growled. “Keep talking. What else?”

Rowe was pretty sure that they’d both lost their minds as they sat at the eat-in kitchen table, the remains of their meal between them, his cock straining against the confines of his jeans, but he couldn’t stop himself. Noah stretched out in his chair, his golden brown hair shining in the light, face flushed, and lips parted—the man was a fucking wet dream. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen anything quite so sexy. And the idea that he could turn this man on was too much of a temptation to pass up.

“You’re the first man to stick his tongue in my mouth. The first man to suck on my tongue.”

Noah groaned and his hips lifted slightly, muscles straining in his arms and neck. “So many things I want to do with that tongue,” Noah murmured. “What else?”

“You’re the first man I’ve ever made hard.”

A low, dirty chuckle rumbled from Noah. His piercing blue eyes captured Rowe’s again. “I can guarantee you that’s not true at all. But I’ll give you that I’m probably the first man who’s gotten rock hard at your dinner table just thinking about sucking your dick. That I want to get on my knees, spread your cheeks, and tongue your ass until you fucking lose your mind.”

“Fuck, Noah!” Rowe groaned, pressing the heel of his palm into his cock. He nearly came just from his words and the blistering images passing through his brain. His ass muscles clenched and unclenched over and over again at the thought of Noah’s intimate touch.

When he was sure that he could stand without his knees buckling, Rowe grabbed his plate with shaking hands and carried it to the sink. He dropped it in with a loud clatter and smacked on the water. They needed to stop before he gave in and they did something they’d both regret.

Rowe never heard Noah move, but a wall of heat was suddenly there, pressing against his back. Hot breath brushed against his bare neck and he could feel Noah’s hands burning through the jeans at his hips.

“We have to stop,” Rowe bit out. He held onto the edge of the counter so he couldn’t give into the urge to turn and continue what they’d started last night…what they’d started so many years ago.

“One more. Give me one more.”

Rowe closed his eyes, but he couldn’t halt the words. “You’re the only man to suck my dick. Only man to make me come so hard I thought I was going to die.” Because that’s what had happened that night. Kisses that lasted so long, their faces had been rubbed raw and Noah taking him down his throat.

Noah shivered, pressing his body even closer so that he could feel his hard length against his ass. Rowe bit his lower lip, fighting the need to push his ass back against him, the desire to have no clothes between them, just the feeling of sweat-slicked bodies.