Page 20 of In the Middle of No(ah)where (Rockport Ridge #2)

Marcus

I 'm about to come just by feeling the heat of Noah around my fingers. The soft moans he's making are going straight to my dick. He wiggles and bears down, sending electricity through my arm. I pull out slowly and hear him whine, "No… don't stop…please, Daddy."

I slide open the drawer of the nightstand next to me, pull out a condom and the half-empty bottle of lube I use to jerk off with, and toss them on the bed.

I know I'm clean as I was just tested and haven't had intercourse in a long time.

Usually, I play with a few guys at the club, but never intercourse.

I'm more into taking care of my partner. It feeds my daddy side.

Noah flips on the bed, and his dick hits the lower part of his stomach. His cock is perfect. Pale and a slight upward bend. The skin is soft, and his dark brown pubes have been trimmed.

"I want to see you when you fu– I mean, enter me," he corrects himself, and I smirk. I'm definitely not going to fuck him as he was about to suggest. Not this first time, anyway. I want it to be more than that. I want to feel the connection between us.

I stand to remove my pants, but Noah stops me.

"Let me," he whispers. His hands already replacing mine on the button.

He licks my naval up to my pec, where his tongue lands on my right nipple.

He sucks, and I let out a moan. "Oh, fuck, Puppy.

" He bites down gently, sending shock waves through my body.

His fingers tweak my other nipple, and my hands land on his ass, squeezing the flesh and pulling him up so he's flush with me.

Noah kisses me hard to distract me while his hands make quick work of my zipper, and as he drops to his knees in front of me, he takes my pants and boxer briefs with him down to my ankles. My cock hits his chin. He rubs his cheek against it affectionately–like a cat marking their territory.

Doesn't he already know he's mine?

The warmth of his mouth around the head feels euphoric as his tongue plays with the slit on the underside.

He moves his tongue around the ring of my cockhead before taking me all the way to the back of his throat.

He gags a little when it hits the wall, and he pulls back a little.

His hands move up and down through the back of my thighs, and after a few moments, I can't wait any longer.

"Noah, you need to stop," I warn before I lose it and shoot cum down his throat.I certainly don't want this to end so soon. Especially not until I have been inside him. Claiming him.

He pulls off of me and sits back on the bed. I press on his chest for him to lie down back. His pupils are shot wide before he asks, "Will you…you know…raw? I want to feel you skin-to-skin."

I'm sure he wanted to say fuck me raw , but this isn't fucking. This is connecting.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm clean," he rushes to tell me."I was tested the day after we ran into each other at the zoo. I wanted to make sure we had a clean start."

"Me too. I was just tested a few weeks ago, and I haven't been with anyone like this in a while," I admit.

"Same."

I reach over and pick up the bottle of lube, and the snick of the cap echoes in the quiet room.

I drizzle some down Noah's cock before doing the same to mine.

He quirks a brow, trying to figure out why I added some to him.

I respond by lying my body on top of his, my cock pressed against him as I use my arms to hold me up while our bodies press together.

Slowly, using my arms for momentum, I slide my body up and down on his, our cocks rubbing together while my mouth takes hold of his neck. Sucking the skin hard to mark him.

Mine .

"Marcus…please." He begs.

I lift Noah's legs, and he holds them up for me as I lean forward.

Lining the head of my cock with his hole, I press forward, breaching the ring of muscle.

I'm thicker than most and give him a second to adjust before pushing in further.

"Relax, Puppy. Breathe." He does and bares down, and I slide in deeper.

His tight heat feels like I'm on one of Noah's alien planets because it feels out of this world.

When I feel Noah relax underneath me, I slide all the way to the hilt. Burying myself in this beautiful boy. I freeze in worship and admiration of him.

"Marcus."

"Yeah, baby?"

"I need you to move. Now," he demands.

Thank fuck because I was going to die if I didn't. I slowly withdraw before sliding back inside. I find a rhythm that helps me discover Noah's prostate, and I know I found it when he moans out his pleasure. "Do it again," he insists, and I oblige.

I pick up the pace as I nail his prostate over and over, sending him flying. His hands grip the sides of my waist as if holding on for dear life. His own dick flopped against his stomach. I reach down, and my hand easily slides over it from the lube.

"No," he tells me, stopping me with his own hand. "I'll come too quickly."

"Me too, you're so tight," I confess.

Noah wraps his hands around my neck and pulls my head down to meet his.

He presses his lips to mine frantically as I feel hot liquid splash between our stomachs.

He bites down on my lower lip, and his body quakes under me as I empty into his tight channel at the thought of him coming hands-free.

Holding myself deep inside him, my body collapses on top of Noah's.

Staying inside him, I roll him over so he's lying on top of me, his head pressed against my chest.

I stroke his back with my fingertips. "That was–"

"Everything," I finish for him. "It's like you were made just for me."

"A perfect fit."

After a few minutes in each other's arms, my dick softens enough to slide out of his ass, and with it comes a stream of cool liquid. Noah's face scrunches, and I chuckle. "You're the one that didn't want a condom," I tease.

"Was I wrong?" He questions with a raised brow as if I should ask him about his choice to bareback.

"Definitely not wrong."

I've never fucked bare before, and now that I have, I never want to use a condom again. But only with Noah.

I head into the bathroom and wipe myself down before getting a fresh washcloth for Noah.

Once we're cleaned up, I tuck him under the covers, head to the other side of the bed, and crawl in next to him.

There's no question about whether he's staying the night because if I had it my way, he'd never leave.

I hold out my arm, and he instantly gravitates to my side, tucking himself in for the night.

As we both begin to let sleep take hold,entwined in each other, a sense of peace and contentment fills the room.The exhaustion I feel is not just from physical exertion but also from the emotional stuff. It's been a night of trust, vulnerability, and acceptance.

A stream of gentle sunlight filters through the blinds, painting stripes across the rumpled sheets.

My eyelids flutter open, and a grin splashes across my face at the feel of Noah's breath on my shoulder.

It wasn't a dream . I turn to look at him, and his face is soft.

Peaceful. The memory of the previous night, the culmination of a playful evening and a hesitant but ultimately triumphant plunge into intimacy plays through my mind as I watch Noah's chest rise and fall with each breath.

Noah begins to stir slightly, his eyelids fluttering open, meeting my gaze. A sleepy smile graced his lips. The moment is filled with unspoken understanding and the warmth of lingering affection.

"Morning," Noah murmurs, his voice husky with sleep.

I lean over, pressing a soft kiss to Noah's forehead. "Morning,"

Noah burrows himself into me, and I wrap my arms around him. Letting him take what he needs.

We lie entwined in comfortable silence.

"Sorry I fell asleep so quickly," he finally says, breaking the silence in the room.

"No need to be sorry; I fell asleep right after you," I tell him, rubbing my hand up his back mindlessly. "Would you like breakfast?"

Noah's stomach grumbles at the mention of food, and we both laugh.

"My stomach says yes. But…can I get a shower first? I feel…sticky."

"Of course," I let out a laugh. "Do you want some privacy, or would you like some help?"

"Tempting." He kisses my nose. "Would you mind if I had some privacy just this once so I can wrap my head around last night?"

Shit. Does he regret what we did? Is he having second thoughts? My chest has a different fluttery feeling, and before I can spiral too much, Noah reaches up and rubs his thumb between my eyes.

"You get this wrinkle right here when you think too hard. It's nothing bad; I just want some time to process everything. And trust me…I want to do it again," Noah reassures me with a wink.

"No worries. How about you stay here and rest? I'm going to take a quick shower, and then while I'm making breakfast, you can take all the time you need."

I kiss his forehead and make my escape after he agrees.

While we enjoy the pancakes I made, the conversation between us flows effortlessly—a gentle reminder of who we could be as a couple. A shared vision for our future.

"What's on your agenda this week?" I ask Noah as he pours a moat of syrup around his pancakes. I make a mental note to monitor this boy's sugar intake and ensure he's eating a healthy diet.

His cheeks blush. Taking a calming breath, he sets the bottle of syrup down. "Next Sunday, the local community college is having an open house for prospective students." He takes a bite of pancake, syrup coating his lips.

"And…are you a prospective student?" I know Noah has been wanting to take classes. After our talks about the additional support he can receive, he seems a bit more motivated to try. I want to support him in any way that I can without being too pushy.

"I'll be honest about it." He sets his fork down. "I'm scared."

"That's understandable." I turn my chair to face him fully and hold my hand out on the table. He takes it in his. "I want you to know that I'm not going anywhere. I'll be here for whatever you need. Always."

He looks like he wants to say something but refocuses on his pancakes.I follow suit.

While cleaning the dishes in the sink, Noah sidles up next to me and wraps an arm around my waist for a side hug. "Thanks for breakfast." I feel the tension radiating off him.

"You're welcome, Puppy. Everything okay?"

"I think so." He lays his head on my shoulder and kisses my neck. "Did you mean what you said about always being there for me?" He asks quietly.

I remove my hands from the dishwater and dry them on the towel next to me before facing him.

"Noah. You stole a piece of my heart over two years ago.

I knew back then that you belonged to me.

Now that I have the chance at a real relationship with you, I'm all in. In whatever capacity you need or want."

Noah swallows. His eyes long before he confesses, "Marcus, I want you to be my boyfriend and my Daddy. But…I don't like to share."

Ever since our reunion, we've discussed his age regression frequently.

Typically, he hangs out with his roommate, Carlos, playing video games or drawing.

Practical jokes seem to be another common thing they like to get up to and a tell-tale sign that Noah is in middle space.

I know that with this boy in my life, he will keep me on my toes for sure.

I wrap my arms around him and squeeze him to me. "I didn't want to push you, but I would love nothing more than to be both for you." Sealing the deal with a lingering kiss, I swat him on his butt. "And I don't like to share either. You're mine. Completely."

Noah leans in for another kiss. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable in the living room and find a book to read while I finish up here. Then we can properly talk about things."

"I have my drawing pad in my backpack. Can I draw instead," he asks.

Since it's away from screen time, I'm down for it.

"Of course."