Page 220 of Becoming Us

His body was covered in sweat, his skin gleaming in the soft morning light. His lips were red and swollen from biting down on them. He looked like a fucking dream.

I beckoned him. “Get back here.”

He leaned in to kiss me, his tongue slipping into my mouth without hesitation. I angled my head to deepen it, groaning as he grabbed my cock and sank down onto it.

He straightened, head thrown back, palms braced on my thighs, pinning me to the bed as he began to ride. Hard.

“Fuck,” I breathed, eyes fixed on him.

He rose and dropped, over and over, his cock bouncing with the movement, slapping against the tight plane of his stomach. Every thrust turning more demanding, more urgent.

“Next time we do this, I’m getting a cock ring—just so I can watch you do this for hours.” My toes curled, the pleasure tightening low in my gut.

“What’s that?” he asked, breathless.

A laugh escaped me, dissolving into a groan at another hard dip of his body over mine. “I fucking love you.”

One hand anchored on his hip, guiding him faster. The other wrapped around his cock, stroking him.

His eyes squeezed shut, mouth open in a silent moan. “Fuck…”

“Are you close?” I prayed to god he was—because I wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Yeah. This feels so good—you feel so good.”

“You like that? Riding my cock?”

“Yes!” he half-moaned, half-yelled. The banging on the wall picked up, and then some. The bed creaking in the most obscene way.

“Atty.” I slapped his hip gently, and his hazy eyes met mine. His hips slowed just enough for me to say, “Spit.”

His gaze dropped. I watched as he worked his tongue, then spit—right onto his cock, right over my hand.

“Again.”

He did, and I started stroking him again. Slowly, at first. But as his pace quickened, so did mine.

“That’s it, sweetheart.” I drank him in—his parted lips, his flushed chest, the thick muscles of his thighs, working for both of us. He was so tight around me, impossibly hot too. “Take what you need. Take fucking everything.”

His face scrunched, and I braced myself.

“I’m coming,” he gasped—and a second later, he did. His whole body trembled, his ass clenching even tighter around my cock. The sight of him was utterly mesmerizing, burning itself into my memory as rope after rope of cum painted my chest.

I couldn’t force my hips to stop, hovering on the edge while he still spasmed around me with the aftershocks. He slumped forward, bracing his hands on the bed, head bowed, sweat dripping from his jaw. I grabbed his hips, keeping him seated as I thrust up into him—once, twice, three times—until I was spilling inside him, groaning so loud it barely sounded like me.

My arms wrapped around his back as I caught my breath, forehead pressed to his shoulder.

Then, in a voice rough and low, he whispered, “I’ve never—fuck… I’ve never felt anything like that. You’re amazing, Noah.”

I shut my eyes, letting those words sink into my skin like sunlight. Like worship. Like something I’d never believed I’d deserve—but still craved like air.

“That definitely wasn’t just me. Take credit where it’s due.” I chuckled, shaken by the sudden flood of emotions behind my ribs. “Holy fuck, that was the best fuck of my life.”

Atty let out a breathless laugh of his own, his hand finding the side of my neck.

I hung my head back, and his lips found mine in a second.

“Right?” I snuck a peek at his face to make sure I wasn’t the only one floating.