Page 24 of Glitches and Kisses (The Havenwood #2)

Noah

The door to my apartment had not even shut when Evan pushed me against the wall right inside my apartment.

Evan’s mouth was dangerous. It was hot and needy, his breath warm against my lips as he pushed me back onto the couch, his hands tangled in my shirt, dragging me closer. Every kiss, every press of his body against mine sent my pulse racing and my brain shutting off.

He tasted like heat and wine and something familiar now, something that had already started to feel like home, which terrified the shit out of me. But fuck, I still wanted him. Needed him.

But there was more than just desire thrumming between us.

There was tension, not spiked and reactive like before, but thick and unmoving.

A lingering ache in the way he touched me, like he was still searching, still asking without words.

Like every kiss, every drag of his hands over my skin, was trying to reach the parts of me I kept just out of reach.

And maybe I wasn’t ready to give all of that. Not yet. But I didn’t stop him.

Because God help me, I wanted to be ready.

I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to stop. His grip curled into my hair, yanking just enough to make my breath catch, and I felt the curl of a smirk against my mouth. The bastard knew exactly what he was doing.

“I want you,” Evan growled, his voice low and primal.

I froze. A split-second moment where reality threatened to crash in. Where I should have pulled away. Should have stopped. But I didn’t.

Instead, I grabbed him, one hand on his jaw, the other gripping his hip, and pulled him against me so tight I felt the gasp in his throat.

If he wanted something from me, if he wanted me to say it, I couldn’t. But I could show him. And so I did.

I kissed him like I was drowning in him, like I could never get enough, like the feel of him was the only thing keeping me tethered to the fucking ground.

Evan groaned into my mouth, his hands slipping beneath my shirt, skimming the lines of my stomach.

My breath stuttered as heat raced down my spine.

Clothes became a problem fast. His shirt, gone. Mine, somewhere. I didn’t care. I needed more of him, needed to feel him, needed to get rid of whatever space was left between us.

“Bed,” Evan rasped.

We barely made it.

Hands tangled in each other’s hair as we stumbled towards the bedroom. We fell onto the bed together with our mouths still locked. Hands. Teeth. Heat.

Evan’s hands were everywhere, roaming over every inch of my body. He was everywhere. Pressed against me, under me, pulling me apart. Every roll of his hips, every slow drag of his hands, every fucking sound he made, it was too much, not enough, perfect.

”I need you inside me,” he moaned as he reached for the band of my underwear.

I didn’t know how to do the boyfriend thing. Didn’t know how to give him what he wanted.

So I gave him this.

I gave him everything else.

And he took it.

Took me.

And fuck, I let him.

I pushed Evan onto his back; there was no hiding the sudden hunger in his eyes as he hit the bed.

I followed him down, my hands grasping his hips, holding him in place.

I reached for his boxer briefs and guided them down his hips, thighs, calves, and feet until they were no longer in the way.

I threw them to the side of the bed. For a moment, I just looked at him, taking in the perfection of his body.

His chest rose and fell with each breath, his nipples tight and inviting.

His abs were chiseled, defined, and I could see the faint outline of his hip bones as he lay there.

But it was his face that really caught my attention.

His eyes were wanting, burning with a need that seemed to match my own.

His teeth were biting into his lip, a small gesture that spoke volumes about his arousal.

And then there was his cock, perfection personified.

It lay against his stomach, hard and pulsing with life.

At the base, perfectly trimmed dark hair.

His balls hung between his legs. Heavy and full.

Evan’s voice was low, thick with heat as he sat up, pulling me to him, lips brushing my ear. “Get your underwear off, Noah.” I didn’t hesitate.

I slid them down, slow at first, half daring him to change his mind, half desperate to feel his hands on me again, and then shoved them the rest of the way off, casting them to the side of the bed like they didn’t matter. Because right now, they didn’t. Only he did.

I wanted to explore every part of him, to touch and taste and feel every inch of his skin. But Evan didn’t seem interested in waiting. He reached up, his hands grasping my arms, pulling me down towards him.

“Now,” he whispered, his voice husky with need. “Need you inside me, Noah.”

I felt a surge of heat at his words, my own body responding to the urgency in his voice.

I reached for the condom and lube in the nightstand drawer, ripping open the package with shaking hands.

Evan watched me, his eyes never leaving mine as I rolled on the condom and applied a generous amount of lube.

As I positioned myself over him, he spread his legs wide, inviting me in. I slicked my fingers with more lube and reached down between his thighs. He spread his legs wider for me without hesitation.

I traced his rim first, slow and deliberate, before easing one finger in, then another. The heat of him, the way he clenched around me, was almost too much.

Evan let out a soft, broken moan. “Fuck, that feels good,” he breathed, his hips rocking gently. “I want you now. I can’t wait.”

I took a deep breath, heart pounding, as I pulled my fingers free and let him guide my cock to his opening. And then I slowly began to push inside

Evan’s eyes went wide as I entered him, a low moan escaping his lips as our bodies joined together. He was hungry and ready as I entered him all the way in one thrust. I felt like I was home, like this was where I was meant to be.

“Look at me,” Evan whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of our heavy breathing.

I lifted my eyes to meet his, locking together. The connection between us sparked, intensifying our movements. We moved together, fast, rough, and desperate strokes seeking release. Needing each other .

It wasn’t gentle or soft. It was raw, animalistic passion that consumed us both. Sweat dripped off our bodies, the air thick with the heady blend of us. His body arched upwards meeting my thrusts.

In this moment nothing else existed, only the sensation of pleasure building higher and higher.

Our breathing grew ragged. Gasps escaping his lips.

Between my rushed breathing I exclaimed, “Fuck, you feel amazing, Evan!”

Our bodies moved with a frenzied intensity, our hips slamming together in desperate need. The air was thick with the smell of sweat and sex, and I could feel Evan’s eyes burning into mine as he stared up at me.

Evan’s hands grasped my arms, digging deep into my skin as he pulled me closer.

“Work your cock, Evan,” I growled, my voice low and rough.

And then I saw him reach down, his hand closing around his own cock as he began to jack himself off.

His eyes never left mine, his look burning with a fierce intensity as he worked himself towards climax.

“Ah fuck,” Evan gasped, his body tensing up, his hole clenching around my cock as he started to cum. His cum shot out in thick ropes, splattering across his chest and stomach. I saw it warm and wet against his skin, and it only seemed to fuel my own desire.

“I’m close,” I grated, my voice barely above a whisper.

Evan looked up, eyes searing with the kind of heat that made my breath catch. “Cum for me,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “Fucking cum for me, Noah.” His words were like a spark to dry tinder, igniting a fire within me that couldn’t be contained.

I felt myself teetering on the edge, my body coiled tight like a spring ready to snap. And Evan’s words pushed me over the edge, sending me tumbling into an abyss of heat. I came hard; my semen pumped out of me and filled the condom as I collapsed forward onto his chest.

For a moment we just lay there, our bodies locked together, our chests heaving with exertion. My hard cock still sensitive inside his ass. I couldn’t move without my body spasming. The only sound was our ragged breathing, and the faint tremors that still ran through our bodies.

As the intensity of our passion began to subside, we slowly started to unwind, our muscles relaxing as we drifted towards exhaustion.

I gently pulled out of Evan, removing the condom as I did so.

I turned over and laid beside him, my hand instinctively reached out to rub his chest and stomach, smearing his semen across his skin.

As we lay there, our bodies still radiating heat, I felt our fingers intertwine.

I leaned in, my lips brushing against Evan’s in a soft, gentle kiss.

His mouth was warm and inviting, and I felt a spark of tenderness ignite within me.

The kiss deepened slightly, our tongues touching as we savored the moment.

As we broke apart for air, Evan’s eyes locked onto mine, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. “That was fucking awesome, Noah,” he whispered, his voice filled with gratitude. “Thank you.”

I smiled back at him, feeling a sense of pride and satisfaction wash over me.

Evan’s eyes fluttered closed again, and I felt my own eyes grow heavy with sleep.

Our hearts beat against each other’s chests, a soothing rhythm that seemed to lull us deeper into relaxation.

Sleep gradually claimed us, its gentle grasp settling over us like a warm blanket.

The sheets were tangled, the air in my apartment heavy with the remnants of last night’s heat. Sunlight crept through the blinds, striping Evan’s back with gold as he lay beside me, one arm stretched across the mattress.

He was still asleep. Peaceful. Fucking beautiful.