Jake was speaking everything I’d been too scared to put into words, and he was also moving closer, and his hand was on my leg, and it was moving up my thigh now, and his fingers were going under the shorts, and his face was closer, closer, lips on mine.

The rest of that night was history in the making.

12. Jake Perez

12

JAKE PEREZ

Fuck. I tried to stop myself. I really did. I just couldn’t help it. My brain had malfunctioned. Melted next to the heat source that was Noah Barnes. Nothing made sense, and everything made sense, all at once. I knew this could end in disaster, or it could end in something totally opposite; this was a way of demolishing our budding friendship or shifting gears in a different direction, and I had no way of knowing what was about to happen.

And truthfully? I didn’t really care. Not in that moment. Not when Noah was giving me those big brown puppy-dog eyes, his lips pouting and his cheeks flushed, matching the same rosy-pink color that started climbing up his neck. It made the perfect target, marking the spot I wanted to sink my teeth into.

Fuck friendship. I wanted more. More of Noah, more of him on me, skin to skin, hands exploring every damn inch of him.

Our lips crashed together, his immediate moan giving me the green light. We’d deal with the aftermath of this later. Right now, all I cared about was tasting Noah on my tongue, his swirling around mine. I reached for the back of his neck, gripped it. Steered our kiss, directing his tongue deeper into my mouth, our noses rubbing and our breaths melding.

It was paradise. I got a taste of nirvana, and I was already addicted to it.

More. I needed more. I left his lips, gleaming as they curled into a smile, and I kissed my way down his jawline, running my tongue over his chin. He jerked up on the couch as my lips closed around that throbbing spot on his neck, my tongue swirling and my teeth nipping. He moaned again, louder this time, his hands on my shoulders and fingers beginning to dig for purchase.

From the corner of my eye, I could already tell he was rock hard. The tent he pitched himself in my shorts was big enough to house an entire family. It twitched as I sucked his neck a little harder. I grinned, enjoying this to the nth degree.

So I took my time. I sucked on his neck, moved to a new spot, moved my hands over his chest but left his throbbing cock alone. He gave himself a couple of needy strokes once I had lifted his shirt and started to suck on his pebbled nipples. It was clear he couldn’t get enough of this, and I wanted to show him that I felt the same.