Chapter 15: The Connection

Rain

CONTENT WARNING!

If you are NOT comfortable with sexual content feel free to skip this chapter :) Nothing important plot wise happens. This is just two guys being dudes alone in a room ;)

At this point, my body was moving on its own, loosely guided by Noah's actions. He had straddled me, his eyes locked on mine. The ring of his words, ‘I know what we can do about it,’ consumed all my thoughts and movements.

Noah tugged at the bottom of my shirt. “Can I?” He asked.

I nodded my head. I would have said this was a dream, but nothing good ever happened in my dreams.

I lifted my arms to help him with the action. Noah had my shirt off in one movement. Noah’s stare burned a hole into me. We had just been shirtless in a pool together, but being alone in his room felt different. It was different. 

Noah’s hands left no part of my chest untouched. His touch felt hot, and I melted with every movement his hands made. 

“Can I take yours off too?” I asked, pulling at the hem of his shirt. 

“Yes.”

Noah’s voice sounded strained and eager. I nervously started pulling up his shirt, afraid to embarrass myself. I stopped to absorb him. My hands moved up to feel his chest. Noah was smaller than me in height and body mass but still fit. His skin was dry yet smooth, and I adored the texture of it. 

Noah pushed me back on the bed, climbing between my legs. He took my hands and held them above my head. Noah looked at me with hungry eyes, like he had waited a lifetime to have me on my back. He leaned down to me, the tip of his nose touching mine. 

“I want to hear you scream my name,” he whispered, right before he bit into the side of my neck. 

A helpless sound escaped from my lips at the feeling. Of course, Noah knew I had a sensitive neck. My body trembled with every slide of his tongue. I bit my lower lip to try and prevent more embarrassing sounds from being made, but it was difficult. The more he sucked on my neck, the closer I came to letting his name slip from my lips. 

The tightness in my pants became apparent, and I knew Noah felt it too. 

“Holding back? Lucky for you, we have all night. And the next night too. For as many nights as you want,” Noah breathed against my neck.

The question he was asking was discreet. A hidden message, and I already knew my answer.

“Yes,”  I breathed. I wanted this. I wanted Noah.

Noah had leaned up, releasing my hands, to look at me with more emotions than I could name. Emotions, that for once, he wasn’t forcing away. Emotions he was letting himself feel. I grabbed Noah’s face and dragged his mouth to meet mine. His mouth opened for me, my tongue greeting his. Noah let out little sighs, and I memorized each sound with my heart. 

I slowed this kiss down to appreciate each small movement of his lips on mine. I could tell he enjoyed the slow kisses because the slower I made them, the more Noah placed his body on mine. His body began trembling. Soon our bodies were pressed together. Skin touching skin. Noah’s body ran a bit cold, but somehow it still made me melt. 

I let out a soft sound when Noah pushed his hips into mine. I could feel Noah smile against my lips, and I quickly gave his lip a bite. 

Noah leaned up again, looking down at me. His full lips started to swell from my bite. Maybe I bit him a bit too hard? Again he held my hands in place above my head. I didn’t know why he did that, but I wasn’t going to argue.

“Say my name,” he said seductively. 

I stared at him, my mind still appreciating and processing the small sounds I heard him make. 

“Say it.” Noah gave me a quick kiss before he started rocking his hips again and again. 

My eyes fluttered closed, and I licked my lips, unable to stop the grunts and moans that came out of my mouth. Noah’s breath quickened the harder he rubbed against me. 

I wanted the pants that separated us to be gone, so I could fully feel the heat of him rubbing on me. He did one last slow grind on me before my body was shaking from anticipation. 

“Noah,” I said, out of breath. 

Then he kissed me ferociously, sucking on my tongue repeatedly. With his left hand, Noah laced our fingers together. He pressed our hands into his mattress. His other hand had made it to my waistline. It stayed there for a minute, playing with the delicate hairs before I realized that Noah was teasing me, gently tracing the muscles of my abdomen. My hips thrust up into him, then I was pleasantly rewarded with a sudden moan. Then in a fast, practiced move, Noah had unzipped my pants, relieving the tightness from before. 

I melted under his touch. His grip around me was firm, and I stopped breathing. The first stroke was slow, and my body instinctively arched into his fist. Noah’s other hand gripped my hand tighter, and then he started sucking on my neck. I tried and failed to stop the sounds of pleasure coming out of my mouth when his other hand stroked me faster. The sensation was controlling my whole body. 

“Say it again,” Noah begged. 

His breathing was quick and hot against my neck. Noah was just as turned on as I was, but I wanted my hands on him. I wanted Noah to feel what I was feeling. Noah gripped me tighter, his thumb gently swiping across the tip. Stars flashed in my vision. Noah. Noah. Noah.

I surprised Noah by using my larger body to turn him over, so I looked down at him. I wanted us both to feel good, so I reached down to pull his pants off, removing the last piece of clothing that separated us. 

“Like being on top, do we?” Noah asked with a breathless laugh. 

“Actually,” I breathed. “I’ve never been on top before.”

“Well, fuck,” Noah laughed. “I guess we’ll figure that out later,” he said as he wrapped his legs around me and pulled me down to him. His hand gripped the back of my neck, bringing me to a kiss. My hair fell all around my face and his. When I pushed my hips into him, Noah made encouraging sounds in my mouth. 

I wanted to know every inch of his body, to satisfy him with my body. Together. Noah was moaning in my mouth, and I slipped my tongue into him with every sound. I wondered what I would have to do to make his body tremble with my touch. Where was Noah most sensitive? What do I do to give him pleasure? I wanted to know all these things about Noah. 

I ventured down his chest, dragging kisses along the way. I made it. Down to his waist and planted kisses on the delicate skin. My tongue explored over the hip bones, slightly perturbing from his skin. Noah whined at the feeling, and I did it again and again. 

Even though I hadn’t been on top before, I did the one thing I had done. I wasn’t confident in my skills, but I wanted Noah to feel good. I kissed my way down Noah’s body, stopping at his hips. I flung his legs over my shoulders and planted a kiss on his inner thigh.

“Is this okay?” I asked before I proceeded. 

“Fuck, Rain. Yes. I want it—”

I cut his words short when I swallowed him. Noah arched his back, and he slipped farther down my throat. It wasn’t until he called my name that I knew why Noah wanted me to say his name so eagerly. When my name came from his lips, I wanted him to repeat it. I moved my head in rhythm with Noah, sliding my tongue around him. Noah had motioned to move my hair from my face, tucking a few strands behind my ear, being careful to avoid my hearing aids. He wrapped my hair around his hand to get a better grip before thrusting up into my mouth. 

Noah cried out above me, on the edge of climaxing. The tighter he grabbed my hair, it provoked me to tighten my grip on his thighs. I was rewarded with the scream of my name before hot liquid poured down my throat. 

When I pulled off Noah to look at him, he had shifted slightly. The navy blue markings on his face were prominent, and his ear fins had appeared. I liked the sound he made the last time I touched his fins, so my body moved to touch them again. He made the whining sound again when my finger brushed against it, and I swore it was my new favorite sound. I recorded it with my heart.

Noah gave me a messy kiss before rolling me on my back again. My body was on display for him to study. The whites of his eyes were transitioning to black. He closed his eyes and tried looking away, but I extended my arm to trace the lines on his face. 

“It’s okay,” I said. “You don’t have to hide from me.”

Noah’s eyes were completely dark when he opened his eyes. This time I knew the look he gave me. The kind of look that told me this meant something. That I meant something. I leaned up to kiss him slowly, just the way he liked it.

 I was still aware of myself when I stared up at him. Noah wrapped his arms around my neck while straddling me. He pushed the hair out of my face, softly massaging my scalp at the same time.

“I want you to come for me,” he said so sensually that I agreed right away. I wanted to do that for him. My pulse skyrocketed at the thought of what he was about to do next.

Once again, Noah used his free hand and tangled it with mine. Then he placed them above my head. It wouldn't take long before I gave Noah what he wanted; what I wanted. When he touched me, everything moved in slow motion. 

Noah went slow at first, making sure I was comfortable with his touch. I could feel him staring down at me as he slowly unmade me. Enjoying every second of my probably flushed face and sounds escaping my throat. Sparks flashed in my vision again. 

Noah stroked me faster, no longer being gentle. My vision faded, and my body started shaking. “I’m going to come,” I said in warning. 

Noah pushed our entwined hands deeper into his mattress while encouraging me again. I closed my eyes and focused on the movement of his hand sliding up and down. Lighting shot up my spine. My moans filled the small space of Noah’s room. 

“Fuck. You’re so fucking sexy,” Noah said above me, then pressed a soft kiss at the corner of my mouth.

His hand gripped me tighter. My vision started spotting with white dots, pushing me over the edge. I called his name. Screamed it. Hot streaks soaked my stomach and chest, and I felt entirely free and happy that I could share a moment like this with Noah. 

My mind was floating. I haven’t felt this way in so long, in years. There had been times after Romaris passed, but I barely remembered those times before rehab. The feeling I was experiencing now was new to me. The sparks in my vision had been so blinding that I hadn’t even seen Noah leave to get a towel to clean me off.

With Noah laying next to me, his head on my chest, the events from earlier today with my family seemed so far away. Deep down, I knew that Robyn probably couldn’t change our father’s mind, but I’d like to think that maybe I could have this; to be like this with Noah every night. I wanted to lay next to him until the sun burned out of the sky. 

His hand softly curled around mine. The gesture almost made me forget about my thoughts and fears of tomorrow. 

Almost.