CHAPTER FORTY

F inn

I CONTINUE TO KISS Noah right here in the open. I was so eager to leave the wedding, and this so isn't doing anything for our travel time.

I don't know what I'm doing, but then I often don't know what I need to do with Noah. Things feel better when we're touching, and they feel even better when we're kissing.

"I need you," I murmur, sucking on the soft skin of his neck.

"You have me," his tenor voice rumbles against my ear, but we both know it's a lie. If I had him, he would stop talking about how we're only in this for one year.

"I'm going to spend this year worshipping you," I vow, and he tenses, before he wraps me tighter in his sturdy arms. His hand explores my ass. It's not a sensation I ever thought I might like, but nerve endings jolt all the same.

"I, um, need to get this belt off," I say.

Noah laughs beneath me. "I thought you would never suggest it."

Then I move up and remove my belt, zipping down my fly for good measure, then helping Noah. The sound of his buckle moving through the loops shouldn't send a zing of pleasure tumbling through my body, but it totally does.

I lean down to bathe Noah's cock in my mouth, but he pulls me up into his arms .

"I believe I was doing something else," he murmurs, and my heart skitters when he reaches down and cups my bare ass in his big pro-athlete hands.

"Ah... It's, um, coming back to me."

"Interruptions are bad, Finn," he says.

"I'm, um, s-sorry..." My words turn jumbled and stammering when Noah rubs my tail bone. I squirm, suddenly wishing his finger would go in an even more southernly direction, even though that's never been something I craved.

Noah's chuckle is low and deep and appealing, vibrating below me. He moves his finger down, going where none of my hookups ventured. But then if you're together for someone for an hour or two, maybe paying attention to the whole body isn't something you do. Maybe I'm always supposed to be the big strong pro-athlete in those circumstances, lifting them into various positions, then fucking them hard.

This is different. It's almost sweet. My nerve endings continue to explode, and my cock hardens. I can totally take any of these rocks on this beach.

He presses the pad of his finger against my hole, and I moan in need. Noah kisses me. "Shhhh...baby."

My heart glows, and I thrust against him. My cock makes contact with his hardness, and now he's stuttering a slew of moans into my mouth.

His finger presses inside me, and it's so good.

"Do you like this?" he asks.

"It's amazing."

"I wish we had lube," he says. "Then I'd stretch you, and..."

I kiss him so he shuts up. Then I start to giggle.

"What is it?"

"We so weren't going to show up at Isaiah's wedding with sex supplies."

Noah giggles beneath me, and the world is happy and bright.

"That might have been inappropriate."

"Totally inappropriate," I agree, but my voice is fucking fond because Noah makes me feel light when the world is dreary, when even the perfect arrangements at weddings make me sad.

"You know I'm going to have to do the same for you," I say.

"You gonna finger me, baby?" Noah asks.

Then I grunt. I mean, maybe actual words come out, I'm not sure. But I'm licking my finger, then sliding my hand down Noah's tuxedo pants, then doing some exploring of my own.

"Saliva," he mutters. "You're so smart."

I laugh. "That's me. Want to write a thank you letter to all my prep schoolteachers?"

Then my finger is inside him. "I want to fuck you one day."

He nods against me, moving desperately, and I smile and capture his lips with mine again. I move my finger, marveling at the heat and tightness of his ass.

I suddenly wish we were on my bed after all, and I could watch my finger disappearing into his tight hole over and over again. I want to see his thick cock leak. I want to taste his pre-cum .

But the sounds he makes as I finger him are amazing. His moans, his pants, even the sound of him squirming against the sand, are my new favorite noises. Taylor Swift has nothing on him. No way.

"My sweet puck," I murmur. Then I hit something spongy inside his ass, and he shudders.

"Do that again."

And so, I do. I'm pretty dutiful.

"I think that's your prostate, baby."

"My prostrate is amazing."

"Guess I better give it lots of attention. Show my respect."

"Guess you better."

I finger him harder, sliding into that silky canal over and over again. And then Noah tenses beneath me, and I know he's come.

I pull my finger from him.

"Climb up," Noah says.

I straddle his face and feed him my cock. It doesn't take me long to climax, and I collapse beside him.

"This is awesome," Noah says, his gaze on the thousands of stars above us.

Maybe if I can make every day awesome, I'll get to keep him.

It's a nice thought, and my chest swells as I stare at the shimmering diamonds on the inky sky.