Lovin’ Every Minute
“Yeah you pull me in now I feel so free
I wanna do to you what you do to me
Yeah you lift me up, I never been so high
Now you're making me feel that I'm alive
No matter what I do, I always want more of you.”
—More of You, GOO GOO DOLLS
He moved as if in a dream, and indeed he wondered if he were dreaming. Everything felt too perfect, too…right…for this to be real. There was no uncertainty or hesitation in Noble’s eyes as he gazed back at him, no sense of shame or guilt for being here with Jonah. And that wasn’t something Jonah was accustomed to; a guiltless Noble. He wasn’t entirely sure what to do with this new man – well, yes he was, he had plenty of ideas – or what to expect in return. In the young man’s eyes he was reading with clarity his desire to let go, possibly…take charge? The back side of Jonah’s belly button quivered and caused a funny zing to snap through his lower stomach and spiral pleasantly downward.
Noble didn’t speak as Jonah came to the bed, just watched him with a powerful want in his stare. It was torture in the fact that he couldn’t take Noble all the way, right now. He ached for the boy with such depth of passion and need that it was beginning to crack his mind. It was feasible that he might literally go crazy if he couldn’t make love to him soon.
A sweet, agonizing tremor rushed through him when Noble’s heavy eyes caressed his body, lingering at his most intimate location. Just a very short time ago, Noble would have been swallowed in shame to have looked at him this way, allowed himself to admit how desperately he wanted Jonah. Ah, but now…the guy’s hands gripped the blankets tensely and Jonah could feel Noble’s need to touch him, pleasure him. The thought of the man’s hands on him was nearly more than he could take. His knees weakened a bit as he neared the end of the bed.
“You look…like an angel.” Jonah murmured and reached down, sliding his palms gently down the tops of Noble’s feet, over his ankles and slowly up his shins as he placed one knee on the bed.
A smile quirked the corner of Noble’s mouth. “How do you know?” he asked quietly, a thickness to his voice. “Have you seen an angel before?”
“Just you.” Jonah whispered and leaned down, touching his lips to Noble’s right knee then kissing on up his strong thigh muscle. A rush of breath pushed out of Noble and he squeezed the blankets harder, his legs instinctively parting to allow Jonah access. Taking the cue, Jonah let kisses fall to Noble’s inner thigh then draw a path upward. His eyes traveled ahead of his lips and watched his lover grow increasingly aroused by the moment. The memory of their recent date set his body ablaze; Noble had been so ready to make love to him that night…as he was right now. The love inside his heart for the man pushed out against his chest wall, the pressure so great it seemed it would explode out of him. He was finding it increasingly hard to breathe as it became more and more difficult to contain his emotions, his pure passion and longing for Noble.
Rather than satisfy his hunger and take Noble in his mouth, he moved up past his stiff arousal and hovered over his body, careful not to let himself press down against his injured ribs. Supporting himself on his arms, he descended for a kiss, taking his time drinking the young man in. He allowed his hips to press gently between Noble’s thighs, gliding his hardened member against the man’s rigid shaft, feeling Noble jerk beneath him then moan deeply through their kiss.
Gripping Jonah’s arms, Noble shifted his hips and began to move with his light strokes, then gasped and whimpered in pain as his body refused to comply.
“Don’t move.” Jonah whispered against his lips. “Just let me take care of you.” He kissed him softly. “When you’re healed…you can think about returning the favor.”
Noble trembled, breath quick, uneven. “I’m thinking about it now.”
“Well,” Jonah nuzzled his neck. “Thinking is okay.” His arms strained as he continued to hover over Noble, his lower body moving in a continual motion, rubbing, grinding. Wetness from both their members was creating a slick lubrication, allowing them to glide against one another more smoothly. Jonah groaned hard and pushed more firmly, wanting, aching to wrap the man in his arms and just take him all the way.
“Jonah…” Noble whimpered and bit his lower lip, panting softly. His face pinched as Jonah shifted the motion of his hips, creating a slightly alternate sensation. He shuddered then choked on an agonized moan. “I want you…so bad.” His hands shook as he caressed down Jonah’s ribs and rubbed slowly across his hips, resting there momentarily as Jonah rocked against him gently. His touch was tentative but clearly wanted to guide Jonah’s movements – which Jonah found sexy as hell.
He shoved his forehead against Noble’s shoulder and groaned as he moved against him with barely controlled rhythm. “Oh fuck, baby…” he trembled hard. “I want you too.”
Hesitation faltered Noble’s hands before he slowly rubbed his palms around and down through the depression of Jonah’s lower back, hesitating again when his fingertips touched the upper swell of his rear. Oh god, baby, please don’t stop. I need to feel your hands on me. Noble’s fingers pressed into his heated flesh then moved lower, his warm palms sliding almost shyly over his ass cheeks. Oh god yes, baby…keep going. And he did until his hands were filled with Jonah’s tight, flexing muscles. He quivered with delight as Noble squeezed his ass and pulled him in closer, his thumbs playing in between the crease of his cheeks. Oh fuck, I’m gonna lose it. Noble squeezed harder, his breath coming quicker as he began to massage his ass, rubbing his hands firmly over the tight cheeks, fingers kneading his flesh.
“Your hands…are amazing.” Jonah shuddered, his cock increasing in size and hardness with each squeeze of the man’s hands.
Noble kissed him hard, his needs resonating out of him as he thrust his tongue into Jonah’s mouth and moaned loud.
Ah fuck, baby. He backed off all of the sudden and dropped back down between Noble’s thighs, taking him into his mouth in one shot, sucking with the desperation of a starving man, stroking with urgency, need.
“Uuuhh!” Noble cried and clawed the blankets. Jonah flattened his hands on his hips, holding him down against the bed to prevent him from thrusting and causing himself pain. “Oh god! Uuh! Fuu…fuuck!”
The man strained against his hands as Jonah took him higher and higher, propelling him towards a mind shattering orgasm. He slowed his pace and sucked slowly up and down his throbbing cock, moaning softly, letting his lover feel how much he desired him, hungered for him, loved him.
“Jonah…oh god…” Noble trembled with the need to release. His fingers sank into Jonah’s hair, gripping. “Baby…” His voice shuddered and cracked with emotion and sexual tension.
Jonah slipped one hand under and massaged his tight balls and Noble whimpered more loudly. Increasing the pace again, Jonah sucked him faster, moving up and down every inch of his cock.
“Fuck!” Noble shouted and gouged his scalp, struggling to lift his hips and thrust into Jonah’s mouth. “Jonah, please! Please! Uuuhh!! Fuck, baby – make me come!”
That single plea shoved Jonah over the edge and he wasted no time taking Noble where he needed to go. The guy wailed and clutched fistfuls of Jonah’s hair, unloading hard shots of cum down his throat. Noble’s body was locked up tight and had to be hurting from the tension, but he seemed oblivious of it as the orgasm coursed through his body.
When he finally whimpered hard and shuddered, then sagged against the bed, Jonah released him and moved up beside him, kissing his shoulder and neck then his mouth. “I love you, baby.” Jonah was trembling, his own need to release shoving him to the bare edge of insanity. His head dropped against Noble’s shoulder and he shuddered fiercely. “Pardon me, baby.” He groaned and rolled onto his back. “But if I don’t take care of this, I will go stark raving mad.” His hand wrapped around his pulsing erection and began to stroke.
Noble shook his head slowly, chest heaving and glistening with sweat. “Let…me.” He whispered thick, uneven. “Please?”
A rush of spine-tingling shivers raced down through Jonah’s body; Noble had never handled him before. He’d had many sleepless nights since meeting the man, fantasizing about his hands holding him, stroking, squeezing…
“Huh?” Jonah cleared his throat then smiled. “Sorry…got lost in a quick fantasy there for a moment.”
Noble reached over and rubbed the back of his hand across Jonah’s fevered chest, slightly tacky with sweat. “Why?” Noble’s lips jerked. “Is the fantasy better than reality after all?”
“Oh hell no.” Jonah growled and kissed his cheek. “Nothing beats reality…not when it comes to you.” He shifted from his cheek to his lips, kissing him with meaning. “And you don’t have to ask please, when you want to touch me. You don’t have to ask at all.” He kissed him again and grinned. “Although I can’t deny that when you beg and plead…it turns me on like mad.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” Noble murmured. His quickened breath puffed warm against Jonah’s mouth and Jonah’s need for him swelled both his heart and other, more prominent regions. “Can you…” Noble faltered, his words sticking, eyes glancing away.
“Can I what?” Jonah smiled softly and tugged at his earlobe with his lips. “Tell me, baby.”
His voice still hesitant, clearly not accustomed to making sexual requests, Noble licked his lips slowly, nervously, “Can you…straddle me?” Jonah’s mind nearly imploded at the initial implication, but he knew that Noble wasn’t asking for that…not yet, anyway. So he waited. “If you…sit on my legs, it won’t hurt me. I want to…see you when I…” And he let the words roll away, his gaze working its way back to Jonah’s face anxiously, even shyly.
Oh god, baby, you’re going to be the death of me yet.
“I can do that.” Jonah kissed his neck softly, then shifted and straddled Noble’s thighs. Though he had just come, he wasn’t necessarily soft. A heaviness remained in his member and as Jonah carefully sat down against him, their crotches rubbing, an instant firmness stiffened Noble’s cock. If they had had previous love making sessions, Jonah could easily take him in and ride him without hurting him in his current injured state. But Noble was one hundred percent virgin. And when they made love for the first time, Jonah wanted to be the one guiding him, teaching him. And he couldn’t do just yet, not until Noble could function without bodily pain. For now they would have to simply make do with hands and mouths…which wasn’t entirely a bad thing. Not bad at all, in fact.
When Jonah was settled comfortably, not putting his full weight on his thighs despite Noble’s insistence it wouldn’t hurt him but not willing to take the chance, he gripped Noble’s eyes. The man was visibly nervous. There was little doubt he’d pleasured himself many times over, but he had never touched another man before, not like that. It was natural for him to worry that he might not be good at it, or maybe not do it right so as to bring Jonah pleasure. That notion about caused Jonah to laugh out loud; just having his hands on him at all would blow his mind.
“Touch me.” Jonah said softly – though it came out as more of plea. He wanted to grab his hands and place them on him just to feel his sweet touch, but even more so…he wanted Noble to do it himself, take that step. If Jonah always made the first move…then Noble might never learn to initiate, and Jonah didn’t want that aspect to be missing from their relationship. He was fairly certain that the times when Noble initiated…those would be their hottest, wildest sessions.
Noble’s hands moved slowly, uncertainly, but Jonah just let him feel his way. And when his fingertips grazed across the surface of his rock hard flesh, his cock jumped and he flinched, unable to quiet the groan in his throat. He swallowed thick and gazed at Noble with heavy, hungry eyes. The more Noble touched him, caressed his manhood, the more the boy relaxed – perhaps fully understanding now that he was really free to be himself and love who he chose.
“Baby…” The surface of Jonah’s skin sizzled, from head to foot, his toes curling back against the balls of his feet as Noble’s fingers closed around his stiff cock and began to stroke slowly, both hands at work. “Oh my…fuck.” His heart beat at his ribs, stomach muscles jumping and quivered at Noble’s intense touch. He leaned back and rested his hands on Noble’s knees behind him and lifted his hips somewhat, pushing through the boy’s fists. A hard exhale of breath rushed out of him as his head dropped back, chest heaving. “Oh god, Noble…ah fuck….yes…” He couldn’t prevent himself from moving in rhythm with his hands, thrusting through his warm palms, tight fingers. He gripped Noble’s legs harder as his sexual hunger escalated. A steady bubbling of cum juice trickled from his cock head, slicking his shaft as Noble stroked him faster, with more urgency.
Jonah tilted his head forward again and looked down at the man. Noble’s eyes burned with the need to make him come. The pure love and desire in his lover propelled Jonah to the very edge of that sweet, longed for abyss. His hands released Noble’s legs and lifted up, lacing behind his neck, his eyes never leaving Noble’s beautiful, intense face. The young man’s lips were parted slightly, breath puffing out as he worked Jonah’s cock with increased urgency, the muscles in his forearms flexing and shifting beneath his sweat glossed skin, his lean biceps popping and chest muscles jumping. Jonah knew he needed to tell him to ease up before he ended up causing himself pain, but he couldn’t speak. His mind was lost in a fog of passion and sexual ecstasy as his hips pumped against Noble’s grip, his hands squeezing the back of his neck, body curving and swaying gently but intently.
“Oh fuck.” He gasped hard when he felt the orgasm right there, then dropped forward, hands planted on the bed on either side of Noble’s head, arms stiff and tight as he hovered over the man on hands and knees, breath erratic, fucking Noble’s fists with raw desperation. His head dropped lower and he kissed the man hard, skin on fire as he dripped sweat onto Noble’s hot body. The swiftness of Noble’s hands caused cock juice to flick across his stomach as it bubbled from Jonah’s cock in a steady stream, mingling with the droplets of sweat.
“Noble…” Jonah pressed his forehead to the boy’s damp, hot brow. He squeezed his eyes shut as the cum churned in his balls, pushing upward. “Oh fuck…baby…I can’t hold it…Uuuhh!”
Noble pumped him harder, faster. He clawed the bed, back bowing as a tight, strangled wail pushed up his throat, then his back arched suddenly, hips thrusting forward, driving his cock forcefully through Noble’s hands – releasing.
“Fuuuck!” Jonah yelled then pumped erratically through his fists as the guy continued to stroke him and work him as tendrils of hot, thick cum shot out across Noble’s stomach and chest. “Oh my god! Fuck…yes…” Jonah’s thrusts slowed but didn’t stop as his head hung down, resting against Noble’s brow, breath bursting out in hard puffs. He slid his cock through Noble’s heated fists, now fully slicked up with Jonah’s fluids. “Oh my god, baby…that feels so damn good.” He shuddered hard, his member ultra-sensitive to his lover’s touch, having just come.
With great reluctance, he finally slid out of the man’s grip and dropped onto the bed beside him, struggling to breathe. Noble’s arms stretched loosely above his head against the pillows, a smile playing on his lips, gazing at the ceiling. His own breath as erratic as Jonah’s.
“You are so fucking good at that.” Jonah panted softly, grinning. “So if you were at all worried you might not be…you can put those fears to rest.” He shook his head and laughed low, shoving his hands through damp hair. “Fuck. You about stopped my heart.” He twisted his head and smiled wryly. “Of course, if you had…all it would have taken was a little mouth to mouth to bring me back to life.”
Noble looked at him, that sexy little smile skipping back and forth across his lips. “I can’t wait to make love to you.” His voice shook with both emotion and sweet anticipation. He swallowed thickly. “I’ve never in my life…felt like this. I swear…I feel like I could fly right now.” He turned away and laughed softly, with a trace of embarrassment. “Sorry…that probably sounded cliché and…cheesy.”
Groaning, Jonah chuckled and kissed his shoulder. “Not at all, baby.” He murmured, pretty sure that he himself could fly away right now as well. “You took the words right out of my mouth.”
Noble turned back towards him, eyes wet but the smile still on his lips. He caressed the back of his fingers down Jonah’s cheek. “I really love you. I want you to know that.” He licked his lips slowly. “I’m not just with you because you’re the first man to pursue me, make me see reality. I’m really in love with you.”
Scooting closer, Jonah pressed his brow to Noble’s temple and whispered, “You don’t know what it does to me when you say that, baby.”
Noble smiled softly and turned his face, kissing Jonah’s mouth. “I know what it does to…parts of you.”
“Fuu-uck.” Jonah flopped back on his pillow, laughing. “Oh god, baby.” He looked at him then rolled onto his side and propped on his elbow. “You make me so damn happy.” He kissed him slow, deep, his fingertips tracing through the creamy wetness on Noble’s stomach. When he came up for air with a soft gasp, he smiled slyly and panted, “Now that I got you all dirty…guess I’ll have to give you sponge bath.” He gave a soft tsk and sighed, “Damn my bad luck.”
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Book / Erotica
Book / Gay and Lesbian
Short Story / Gay and Lesbian