Fearless (Pier 70 #2) (22 page)

Twenty-Six

Dare wasn’t sure why he’d admitted that to Noah. It wasn’t like he’d asked or anything. But the way Noah had been looking at him when he’d produced the condoms had made him want to explain. He was always prepared because one never knew what might happen.

And to think, he wasn’t even a Boy Scout and he knew that rule.

But he honestly hadn’t expected to use them.

Thankfully, Noah hadn’t moved from where he was, so after tossing the condoms and the lube onto the mattress beside him, Dare returned to his previous position, directly over Noah. Now that he had minty fresh breath (hey, a guy had to pay attention to the important things), he could get back to what he’d been doing.

Noah.

As he crawled over the sexy, naked guy on the bed, he smiled. “I see someone was waiting for me.” He reached down and stroked Noah’s cock, fisting it slowly.

In turn, Noah tweaked Dare’s nipple piercings, making him hiss.

“That hurt?”

“Only in a very,
very
good way.”

“Good to know.”

“Now where were we?” Dare leaned down and brushed his lips over Noah’s once more.

Within seconds, their brief interruption was completely forgotten, and Dare was once again lost in Noah’s kiss. The way his mouth moved against his, his tongue skillfully controlling Dare’s… Yeah, he could get used to this.

Although he enjoyed the foreplay, there was only so much he could take before the chance of him blowing before he was ready became a real possibility. He was closing in on that moment now. Just from Noah’s kiss.

Dare wanted … no, he
needed
to feel Noah inside him, and he didn’t want to wait any longer.

Blindly searching the bed beside them, Dare located one of the condoms without ever breaking the kiss. It wasn’t easy, but he managed to open it and roll it over Noah’s thick cock, then lubed him up, still hovering over him.

Using his own legs to force Noah’s legs down, Dare straddled his hips, their mouths still fused, feasting on one another as the cabin warmed from the heat generating between them.

“Inside me, Noah. Need to feel you … inside me.”

Noah reached around him and worked his cock against Dare’s ass. He probably could’ve used more lube, but he didn’t want to stop to get it.

“You sure about this?” Noah’s mouth traveled over his jaw, his teeth nipping, while Dare forced his hips down, taking Noah inside.

“God, yes.” The pain was intense, his body requiring a few seconds to acclimate to the intrusion. The muscles stretched and burned as Noah’s cock worked him open.

Noah’s hands gripped his hips and stilled him when he attempted to take him deeper.

“Slow,” Noah whispered. “Not in a hurry.”

Maybe Noah wasn’t, but Dare was. He was eager to feel him all the way inside him. If it were up to Dare, Noah would be pounding him by now, except that clearly wasn’t on Noah’s agenda, which meant Dare had to adjust to Noah’s pace.

Not an easy task, that was for sure.

“Ride me,” Noah instructed softly.

Dare managed to lift his upper body, planting his hands on each side of Noah’s head as he rocked forward and back. Noah still controlled the pace with his hands on Dare’s hips, but this was better. Easier.

So fucking good.

It was difficult to look at Noah; so many emotions swamped him. He’d never thought in a million years that they would see each other again, much less be making love again.

There was a pang in his chest that stole his breath. This wasn’t making love. This was fucking. It couldn’t be love, because Dare had no intention of going back there again. No matter what he was willing to risk, no matter how much he wanted Noah, how desperate he was for more of this, he refused to fall in love with him again.

Sex. Sure. The rest… Nope, not happening.

But he didn’t need to worry about that now because this was what he wanted.

“Beautiful,” Noah breathed roughly, pulling Dare back to the present.

Dare lifted his gaze to meet Noah’s eyes, watching him while Noah fucked him slow and easy. It was a sensual thrust and retreat that felt so fucking good Dare never wanted it to end. When Noah reached between them and stroked Dare’s cock, he sucked in air, holding it in his chest as pleasure slammed into him.

“Need more…” Dare leaned down and brushed his lips against Noah’s. “Fuck me harder, Noah. Harder.”

“On your back,” Noah insisted.

Dare thrust back again, then smiled. Didn’t need to tell him twice.

Noah wasn’t sure why he hadn’t thought to push the beds together while Dare had been in the bathroom. It would’ve made this a hell of a lot easier.

Despite how small the bed was, Noah managed to get Dare on his back, then guided his cock right back into Dare’s tight ass before practically folding Dare in half. Dare had asked for harder, and Noah couldn’t hold back any longer.

It might not have been a year since Noah had last had sex, but it had been pretty damn close. It’d been even longer since he’d felt something as incredible as this. He knew it had more to do with the connection he had with Dare than anything else, but still. This was fucking heaven.

While he pressed his hands against the backs of Dare’s thighs, Noah began fucking him. Slowly at first, then faster, harder, deeper. He watched as his cock penetrated Dare over and over, the sensations so intense his mind went blank for a little while as he took his pleasure from Dare’s body. He could hear Dare’s moans and his pleas for harder and faster. Noah even managed to give Dare what he asked for, but he was so lost in the moment it was a wonder he held on for as long as he did.

His balls drew up close to his body. The electrical current started in his fingertips and shot all the way down to his toes without warning. “Gonna … come.”

“Come for me, Noah,” Dare growled.

That sexy rumble and the way Dare’s ass hugged his dick sent him over the edge. He fought for air as his dick erupted, pulsing inside Dare’s body.

It took a minute to catch his breath, and when he finally managed, he realized Dare was holding him, his big, warm hands caressing Noah’s back. He felt safe like this. As though nothing else in the world mattered.

Dare’s hand slid down to Noah’s ass and he squeezed. “My turn.”

Noah chuckled, getting to his feet and tossing the spent condom in the bathroom trash before returning to find Dare suited up already.

“Bed.” The sharp bark of Dare’s voice made his dick jump. He doubted he could get hard again so quickly, but stranger things had happened. Considering he was about to get fucked by Dare, it was highly possible.

“Where do you want me?” He met Dare’s gaze as he challenged him.

“On your knees. Chest on the bed.”

Without complaint, Noah crawled onto the small bed, keeping his ass in the air. Dare stopped him from moving too far, then jerked him back so that he was practically hanging off the end of the bed.

Fully expecting Dare to impale him, Noah nearly came up off the mattress when he felt the warmth of Dare’s tongue against his sensitive flesh.

“Oh, fuck.” He hadn’t expected Dare to rim his ass so exquisitely. His dick returned to half-mast almost immediately. Using his hand, he worked his shaft, enjoying the warring sensation of his hand on his dick and the tongue fucking he was receiving from Dare. “Fuck, that feels good. Too good.”

Dare spread Noah’s ass cheeks and tongue-fucked him harder, making brilliant flashes of light pulse behind his closed eyelids. He never wanted him to stop. When Dare’s mouth traveled up the center of his back, Noah prepared himself for Dare’s cock to spear him, but it didn’t come.

“Relax, Noah. I’m not in a hurry.”

He laughed because that sure hadn’t been the case a little while ago. Then again, he knew Dare enjoyed the teasing because, when he finally did come, it would be explosive. Noah moaned softly when Dare worked one lubed finger into his ass, then a second. He rocked back against Dare’s hand as those fingers brushed his prostate, making his body hum to life again.

“Dare…” Noah gripped the comforter with one hand, spreading his legs farther apart so Dare would fuck him deeper. “Don’t stop. Feels so good.” Better than good, actually.

“You ready for me yet?”

Noah nodded his affirmation but realized Dare couldn’t see his head. “God, yes. Fuck me. I need to feel your cock inside me.”

Dare’s fingers slipped out and the head of his dick pressed against him. Noah relaxed, then pressed back against the intrusion. As promised, Dare didn’t rush, tormenting Noah as he slipped past the ring of muscle, then pulled back, repeating the exquisite torture for what felt like forever.

“Aww, fuck… So fucking tight. Relax for me.” Dare’s hands gripped Noah’s hips roughly. “Ahh, yeah. Just like that… Love your ass.”

Noah swallowed hard, wondering if Dare even knew what he was saying.

Dare retreated, thrust forward again. Over and over, Noah took the sweet penetration, meeting every drive of Dare’s hips with his own until Dare was pounding him over and over, leaning over him and holding Noah’s shoulders to keep him in place.

Dare’s rough groans echoed in the small room.

“Dare… Oh, fuck… Don’t stop.”

“Never gonna stop…” Dare was breathing hard as he slammed into him again and again. It felt like hours passed by the time Dare’s thrusts became erratic, his fingers digging into Noah’s shoulders as he fucked him harder and harder.

“Come for me, Dare. Come for me, baby.” Oh, God, it was so damn good. Noah never wanted him to stop, but he was going to come again, and he didn’t want to until Dare found his release.

“Noah… Oh, God… Noah. Can’t stop… Gonna…” Dare’s body stilled above him.

Noah jerked his dick roughly, his climax slamming into him as powerfully as Dare had been fucking him.

They collapsed on the bed, and Noah pulled Dare against his side, kissing his head and holding him. He never wanted today to end, never wanted to leave this cabin. They only had a couple more days on this ship, and he wanted to spend it right here in Dare’s arms for as long as he could.

Because no matter what, reality was going to come back in roughly forty-eight hours when they docked in Florida, and Noah knew that it wouldn’t be like this forever. Nothing this perfect would last forever.

“Food,” Dare grumbled a short while later. “Feed me, Noah.”

Noah chuckled, then kissed Dare’s forehead again. “Fine. Let’s shower. Then I’ll feed you.”

“Food, not cock.” Dare opened his eyes and looked at Noah. “Although I’ll take that for dessert. Oh, and we’re gonna need to get more condoms.”

That they were.

And just like that, the easiness returned, and Noah was eager to see what the rest of the trip would bring. They still had two more nights together, so he had that to look forward to.

For now, it would have to be enough.

Twenty-Seven

Sunday, June 5
th

Cruise, day eight, back in port

“Dare…”

Noah tried to break the kiss, but Dare wasn’t going to let him. He wasn’t ready just yet. The ship was docked, and they’d been advised to disembark, but Dare wanted to stay right here for as long as he could.

“If we don’t get off this ship, we’re gonna miss our flight back to Texas.”

Dare slid his lips along Noah’s jaw, kissing him while he worked the button of Noah’s jeans open. “There’ll be another flight.”

“Dare…” This time the word held a warning.

Dare worked his lips up to Noah’s ear, nipping the lobe. “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”

Despite his objections, Noah pivoted away from him while Dare worked Noah’s jeans down his legs, then freed his own cock and suited up with the condom he’d produced when Noah had been in the shower.

“We’re gonna be late,” Noah muttered.

“We’ll be fine. Now spread those beautiful legs for me.”

Dare watched as Noah worked one foot out of his jeans, then did as instructed. Because they really were short on time, Dare opted to forego the foreplay, greasing his cock with lube before slipping inside the tight warmth of Noah’s body.

For the past two days, they’d fucked more times than Dare could count. He felt like a damn teenager, his dick always hard and ready. Hell, Dare had already fucked Noah once this morning, but the thought of getting on a plane and having to wait several more hours before he could do it again wasn’t at all appealing.

“Fuck…” Dare hissed when he pushed in deep. “I could do this forever.”

Noah flattened his face against the wall, then reached back and grabbed Dare’s hip while Dare pressed into him, thrusting slowly at first. Standing up wasn’t the easiest position for them, especially since they were the same height, but Dare didn’t care.

“You like that? Like feeling my cock in your ass?”

Noah nodded, his breathing ragged already.

“Yeah? Tell me. Tell me how much you like it.”

“So … good…”

“Bend over.” Dare needed more leverage, especially if he was supposed to hurry this along. He wasn’t lying when he said he could do this forever. They’d spent the last two days fucking like rabbits and still Dare hadn’t gotten enough of Noah.

Noah turned, planting his hands on the vanity counter while Dare moved with him. Once Noah was bent over, Dare grabbed his hips and fucked him harder, slamming in deep, retreating, then slamming in deep again.

“Damn… Noah… I can’t get enough.”

“Less talking… More fucking.”

Dare chuckled, then focused all his energy on sending them both over the edge.

Several hours later, Noah was sitting on the airplane next to Dare, thankful that they’d somehow ended up on the same flight home with the rest of Dare’s friends. Then again, since Milly had been in charge of all of the travel arrangements, perhaps it hadn’t been a coincidence. And everyone was there—Milly, AJ, Hudson, Teague, and Roan. Well, everyone except for Gannon and Cam. Those two were off on their honeymoon. Noah recalled Cam going on and on about Gannon’s first time to jump out of a plane or something. He hoped like hell Cam got that on camera.

Dare leaned over, his mouth against Noah’s ear. “Good thing you let me fuck you already or we’d be joining the mile-high club in a few minutes.”

A tremor raced down Noah’s spine at Dare’s seductive words. Maybe they were a little lewd, but it still turned Noah on. And yes, it was a good thing. Considering they’d spent the majority of the past two days doing little except fucking one another, it was a wonder Noah could still get it up.

“So you’re off the hook for a few hours.”

Noah smirked. “Is that right?”

Dare sat up straight in his chair, grinning like a fool. “That’s right. But no promises once this thing is back on the ground.”

Noah had noticed that ever since the first time they’d made love, Dare had turned everything into sex between them. Sure, they talked about anything and everything, but it seemed Dare’s central focus was on sex. It was as though that was his armor, his way of dealing with this connection they shared. At first, Noah hadn’t thought anything of it, but now that they were headed back home, he had to wonder if they would be able to take the next step. If Dare only wanted to keep this as a casual sexual involvement, Noah wasn’t sure he could oblige.

Granted, the sex was phenomenal and he hoped it would never end, but he needed something more. And no, he didn’t miss the irony of the situation. Back when they’d been together years ago, Noah had been all about keeping it physical between them while Dare was the one pushing for more.

Now, it looked as though they were trading places.

Glancing over at Dare, Noah wondered if it was something he should mention.

Dare beat him to the punch. “You working when you get back?”

“I’ve got another week off. Figured I’d need a vacation from the vacation.”

“And do you?”

Noah smirked. “I could use some sleep, yes.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

It dawned on Noah that he didn’t know whether they lived close by or not. He turned to Dare. “Where do you live, anyway? Which lake is the marina on?”

“Lake Buchanan.”

Noah knew right where that was. “Not far from me, then. Thirty minutes, maybe. I’m in Cedar Park.”

Dare looked at him. “So, you think we might hang out this week?”

“It’s possible.”

Dare leaned over and pressed his mouth to Noah’s ear. “A little late to be playing hard to get now. But, if you’d like, I’ll be more than happy to chase you until your clothes fall of.”

Noah chuckled, trying to ignore the fact that the deep rumble of Dare’s voice was making his dick hard. Knowing Dare would only keep on—not a good thing on an airplane full of people—Noah conceded, answering Dare’s question. “I’d like to see you this week if possible. Maybe you can come by my place. I can cook you dinner.”

Dare instantly looked away, pretending to be focusing on something outside the window. “Or you could come by my place. We’ll grab food out somewhere.”

Interesting. It sounded innocent, but again, Noah was already suspecting that Dare was trying to keep his distance. Still, he figured he could play along. “Sounds like a plan.”

Leaning back in his chair, Noah closed his eyes. Sleep wouldn’t come, but no one else would realize that. He needed a few minutes. There were a lot of ways he could see this playing out, but none of them would end well. Although he’d gone and fallen for this man twice in his lifetime, Noah was pretty sure he was the only one willing to give it everything.

And that … that was disappointing.