Chapter 246

Aiden

“I’ve got him, Mr. A,” Hale said smoothly as he stepped up to the controls.

He adjusted the bull with practiced ease, rotating it until Noah was facing me directly. I caught the way Hale leaned in to murmur instructions to him—low, calm, grounding—before starting the ride. It began faster than a tease, slower than a real challenge, enough to make Noah focus, enough to make his body react. Then Hale eased it down, stretching the moment instead of rushing it.

And just like I’d imagined when I walked into this place, I had the best view in the house.

Every muscle in Noah’s body came alive under the lights—abs tightening, shoulders rolling, arms flexing as he found the rhythm. He shut the world out completely, eyes locked on mine, hips moving in a way that made memory and fantasy blur together. The way he rode it—slow, deliberate, sinful—dragged me straight back to the night he’d straddled me and nearly undone me before I could stop myself.

It was too much. Entirely too much.

I glanced at Hale. He met my gaze and gave me a knowing, unapologetic wink.

That was all the permission I needed.

The crowd barely had time to react before I crossed the floor and scooped Noah up in a clean, effortless fireman’s carry. The roar of laughter and cheers followed us instantly. He protested between laughs, swearing at me, telling me to put him down—but I didn’t slow. I carried him straight out of the bullpen, as our friends whooped and clapped as we passed, away and into the back hallway.

“Sir,” he laughed breathlessly, squirming against me, “where are we going?”

Somewhere close. Somewhere private. Somewhere we could crawl under each other’s skin and remind ourselves—without doubt—that we were still fully here. Still choosing this. Still choosing each other. “Turns out sucking your cock isn’t gonna be nearly enough, baby boy. I need to be inside you—hell, I might want you to be inside me, next…”

The sound he made told me he was more than on board.

I pushed open the door to one of the private rooms in the back—the same one we’d used before on that fateful night… The same one tied to memories we hadn’t entirely outrun. Stepping inside with him in my arms felt like another line crossed, another piece of fear faced head-on. Another step toward healing.

Noah wasn’t light, not even close, and when I tossed him onto the mattress, he landed hard. I opened my mouth to apologize, but he grabbed me instead, pulling me down on top of him with a laugh that turned breathless fast.

Clothes became an afterthought. He fumbled with mine, hands everywhere, urgency replacing precision as I helped him strip away the last thing keeping him from being naked—the flimsy silver thong sliding free beneath my fingers.

We were both undressed in seconds, and he wasted no time at all pushing me down and swallowing my cock as I threw my head back, fisting the covers.

"Fuck, you're so good, baby." I panted, grabbing a handful of his golden hair as his throat tightened around the head of my dick, swallowing, then sliding his tongue all the way up to lick the tip.

He continued to suck me for a little longer, but when the tip of his tongue brushed against my slit, my entire body tensed, and my cock began spurting cum suddenly, like a horny teen who couldn’t hold his own urges for more than a few minutes.

"That was so fucking hot."

"You’ve taught me well, Sir," he said, looking me in the eyes, stroking my cock till the last drop was released.

He began lapping it off my abs, but I stopped him with a gentle pull of his hair.

"Use it, baby boy. But this time, show me what you can do," I said, laying back on my elbows.

He scooped some of the mess from my stomach, coating his own cock with it and pumping it a couple of times as I watched.

"Don't stop." My voice came out low with need. I watched him stroke himself, propping myself against the pillows and opening my legs wide. Using some of my cum, I rubbed it slowly around my asshole, coating myself up for him.

Normally I only enjoyed being the top, but ever since that night when I gave myself to him, thinking it was our last, I had missed that foreign feeling. That intimacy I felt being the bottom, when I had always been the dominant one. By letting him take that control, I felt like I was giving him a part of me. And it also felt really fucking good.

Noah crawled up from between my feet, taking my cock in his mouth. He went back to finishing what he had started earlier, licking and sucking what cum was left on my shaft, and by the time he was done, I was hard as a rock again and ready to go all night.

“Spit on my hole, babe,” I commanded.

Obeying, Noah leaned forward, letting the cum from his mouth drip on my ass before circling his tongue around my hole and sliding a finger inside.

“Oh, God, yes—” I moaned at the pressure, gasping when he took me back in his mouth, introducing another finger.

He took turns sucking and fingering my ass until it was slick enough that he could comfortably insert a third finger. Only then, Noah lined up his erection and pressed inside me. He let me feel it for a second before he pulled out and thrust back in a few times. I watched his cock sliding in and out of me and driving me insane. When I finally looked up, his eyes were on me, filled with lust and adoration.

“You are so beautiful,” he muttered.

Pressing me deeper into the pillows, he kissed me with hunger, then licked my neck, my earlobe…, devouring every inch on its path before he sucked at my Adam's apple.

Soon his thrusts became more urgent as his hands pressed on the back of my thighs. The angle was perfect, hitting me just right, slamming against my sweet spot.

“Fuck me, baby boy… harder… Oh God, Noah—yes…” Pure pleasure ran through me with every thrust until I was a pleading mess, desperately holding on to him and babbling his name.

Noah pounded me faster and deeper, rocking his hips and moaning as his cock swelled inside my ass.

"Oh, Sir, fuc—Oh, fuck—" he cried as he came deep in my ass with a loud grunt.

"Pull out, baby. Now," I said, about to become undone once again.

Just as he did, I flipped him around, sitting him on my cock. "I want you to ride me now, just the way you rode that bull, baby."

He looked at me with the same wicked grin as before, rolling his hips while he fucked himself with my cock, tensing his muscles around my erection. I watched with hunger every time he went up my shaft and sank back down, and the moment he began to moan and pant again, I reached out, finding him hard once more.

Noah rested his chest on mine, still grinding his ass on my hard-on as I stroked him hard and fast. Before I knew it, his entire body was shaking with the intensity of the moment as he leaned forward, panting and riding me wildly.

I held on to his hips, bouncing him up and down my cock while watching him jerk himself off, and I could tell he was close.

“That’s it. Come for me again, babe."

His body jerked as I said the words, meeting each of my thrusts until we both released our loads once again, holding on to one another and calling our names with desperation till there was nothing more to give.

Completely spent, trembling, and too exhausted to move, we collapsed against each other, feeling the weight of everything between us—our emotions, our need to never let go, our overwhelming love.

We stayed like that for a long time, silent. I watched Noah’s lashes flutter against my chest, his eyes still open, his mind most likely racing.

“Hey,” I whispered. “You okay, baby boy?”

“I’m just happy… and a little scared.” He looked up at me, eyes glossy.

“What are you scared of, Noah?”

“I just—I love you so much. I don’t ever want to lose you. I can’t…” he breathed.

I pulled him closer on instinct. “Noah, my love, you will never lose me. Not now, not ever. I don’t know what the future will bring—but whatever it is, we’ll face it together. For now, we hold on to that. And the rest… we’ll figure out as we go.”

“Yes, Sir,” he murmured, finally relaxing in my arms, while the world outside went on celebrating another summer night.

Winter would inevitably come—

but that was tomorrow’s problem.