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  NOAH PACED the small room, his excitement and arousal growing with each tick of the clock. He glanced at the closed bathroom door. Hutch was in there—wet, warm… naked. Noah groaned. He was so going to explode. He knew he should be concentrating on the case, school, his safety, but it was utterly impossible to do so with his lust and need for Hutch demanding all his attention. Knowing Hutch was attracted to him in turn made it all the worse.

  “I’d be doing us both a favor,” he muttered as he continued to pace.

  If they could just burn off a little of the sexual tension that was swirling around them, satisfy their needs and desires, then perhaps they could concentrate more fully on what needed their attention the most—the case. Because currently, what needed the most attention was hard and straining against his pants.

  Noah caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror as he passed and snorted. Jesus, he looked like a crazy man, all wild eyed, flushed skin, hair a mess. He ran his fingers through his hair, doing his best to smooth down the crazy waves. There wasn’t much he could do about the flushed skin or wild eyes, only Hutch could help him with those. He was done with the little game of tease and taunt. What he wanted was real, hard, muscular, and in the next room. Noah wouldn’t be denied.

  He took a moment to move files around to areas far away from the beds. He thought about pulling back the covers on the bed, but quickly tossed the idea. He grabbed the remote, turned on the television, setting it to a music station, and turned it up slightly, then popped a mint in his mouth and went back to pacing.

  By the time Hutch stepped out of the bathroom, the warm scent of clean skin and appealing cologne following him, Noah simply couldn’t hold back any longer.

  Chapter 23

  NOAH SLID his hand gently along Hutch’s neck, soft fingertips running from beneath his ear down to his collarbone. Goose bumps followed behind the touch, and Hutch’s eyes fluttered shut as his body vibrated.

  “This is a bad idea,” Hutch murmured.

  Noah brushed his lips against Hutch’s. “It doesn’t feel like a bad idea.”

  Hutch kept his hands at his sides but had to curl them into fists to keep from grabbing Noah and pulling him closer. God how he wanted to devour Noah’s mouth and taste, lick, and explore every inch of his body, but he didn’t dare. Noah was his responsibility to protect, not someone to be used for his own sexual needs and desires.

  “Nothing wrong with working off a little steam. You know you want to,” Noah whispered and then teased Hutch’s bottom lip with the tip of his tongue. “It will do us both some good.”

  Hutch swallowed down his moan, his resolve beginning to slip through his clenched hands. He’d withstood Noah’s advances up to that point, but a man could only take so much before he caved. His body heated, thrumming with need, as Noah slid his hand down Hutch’s chest, fingers teasing across his stomach. When he moved to undo Hutch’s belt, Hutch opened his eyes and grabbed Noah’s wrist, stopping his movement. Hutch had every intention of pushing Noah away, but the way he was looking at Hutch with such intensity, such lust, the last of Hutch’s control was shredded.

  With his free hand, he reached up and threaded his fingers through Noah’s hair, then groaned as he smashed their mouths together, the sound growing into nearly a growl as he pushed his tongue past those luscious lips, tasting Noah for the first time.

  Noah opened his mouth wide and allowed Hutch to set the pace of the kiss, let him take what he wanted. As Hutch explored with lips, tongue, and teeth, Noah pulled his hand free from Hutch’s grip and wrapped both arms around Hutch’s waist, tugging.

  Hutch’s body heated further, cock swollen and heavy, throbbing against Noah’s groin, and he moaned again, feeding his sounds to Noah as he pressed still harder against him. They were matched in height, but Noah was much broader, more muscular, and it felt so fucking good to be dominating such a powerful man.

  Hutch ended the kiss with a hard nip to Noah’s lip and then grabbed his tight ass, squeezing it hard. “You’re asking for it,” he said warningly.

  “I’ve been asking for it since the first time you showed up at my door,” Noah admitted. “You’re a hard man to tempt.”

  “Oh, trust me, you tempt the fuck out of me. Drive me out of my fucking mind with your teasing.”

  Noah’s grin turned sly. “I knew I would wear you down,” he said smugly and then rolled his hips, causing Hutch to shudder.

  “Keep it up, and I’m going to fuck that smug look right off your face.”

  The look didn’t disappear; instead the smile grew and, if possible, became even smugger. Noah then grabbed Hutch’s ass in both of his hands, squeezing hard enough to sting, and ground their groins together almost painfully.

  “Noah,” Hutch warned again. He was nearly vibrating in his own skin, muscles shifting, insisting that he react to Noah’s taunts.

  Noah stood his ground, his expression not changing, the challenge evident in his blue eyes. “Keep denying me, and I’m going to fuck that hesitant look off your face.”

  The shock caused Hutch to jerk his head back, his hands stilling as he looked at Noah with amazement. Noah had proven himself strong, brave, and he didn’t take shit from anyone, all attributes Hutch found attractive, but this new side of Noah in their cat and mouse game took Hutch aback.

  While he’d been quite obvious in his attraction for Hutch, Noah had been almost shy in his attempt at seduction, another thing Hutch liked about the man. Truth be told, the shyness turned him the fuck on, like seriously made him hard. However, now that Hutch had made the decision to give in to his lust, he found himself unsure how to proceed. Both options definitely had their appeal. Should the fingers he had wrapped in Noah’s hair massage or tighten?

  Noah made the decision for him with a mocking chuckle. Hutch tightened his fingers, and he pulled Noah’s head back roughly and took his mouth in a bruising kiss. The smug smile was gone when the kiss ended, but the challenge was still shining in Noah’s eyes.

  Accepted.

  Hutch released his hold on Noah, grabbed the hem of Noah’s T-shirt, and yanked it up, forcing Noah to release him. He then pulled it over his head and tossed it aside. Hutch shoved Noah back against the wall, grabbing the man’s hips as he bent and sucked one of Noah’s nipples into his mouth, teasing it with tongue and teeth.

  Noah’s hands landed on Hutch’s shoulders, fingers digging in as he clung to Hutch, low moans coming from him as Hutch teased one hard nub and then the other. Noah wasn’t the only one making needy sounds, Hutch made his own as he ran his tongue over Noah’s smooth skin, hands roaming over the ridges of his tight belly.

  Hutch was one sick bastard. He was supposed to be keeping an eye out for the madman who wanted to do Noah harm, but at the moment, with Noah’s soft flesh beneath his fingertips and the flavor of his skin on Hutch’s tongue, all he could think of was rushing Noah off to the bedroom and fucking him through the mattress. Even as he remembered why they were there, he pushed away all other thoughts, happily touching and licking.

  “Damn that feels good,” Noah murmured and slid one hand through Hutch’s hair, not restraining or leading, simply touching while Hutch licked a line from Noah’s belly button down the trail of soft hair leading to his waistband.

  Noah’s gaze was rapt, devouring, as he looked down at Hutch. The desire in those blue eyes and the lust radiating from him in waves exhilarated Hutch. Hutch reached between Noah’s thighs and squeezed the thick bulge, the sound coming from Noah deep and throaty. Hutch stood to his full height, and this time when he squeezed, he took the sound into himself as he covered Noah’s mouth in a demanding kiss, felt his low, hungry sounds vibrate against his lips and tongue.

  Noah tugged at Hutch’s shirt, and one of the buttons went flying, making a small pinging noise as it hit the hardwood floor, followed by another. Noah was rough, manhandling Hutch’s clothes, tearing them, and Hutch didn’t care. He only wanted skin on skin, to feel every inch of Noah’s flesh with fingers, lips, and tong
ue.

  Hutch shrugged out of his shirt, then slid to his knees. It was his turn to pop buttons. He eased the zipper down, and Noah’s cock, an angry plum color, leapt from the fabric, causing Hutch’s mouth to water. He’d felt Noah’s cock, seen it straining beneath the denim of his jeans, but exposed, twitching just inches from Hutch’s mouth, it was impressive as hell. A delight he could not deny. He licked the underside of the fleshy ridge, teasing the soft flesh with his teeth. Noah growled deep in his throat, grabbed Hutch’s hair in his fist, and urged him forward.

  Hutch opened his mouth to take in his full length, and Noah thrust forward, stretching Hutch’s mouth wide and hitting the back of his throat. Hutch fought down the urge to pull away at the gag, swallowed it down, and breathed heavily through his nose as he sucked hard. Every time Noah hit the back of his throat, the impact hurtled down through Hutch and throbbed between his legs. Noah was fucking his whole body through Hutch’s mouth. Loving the sensation, he gripped Noah’s thighs, encouraging him to move.

  “That’s it, suck me,” Noah moaned and thrust, short stabs in and out of Hutch’s mouth.

  Hutch released one of Noah’s thighs and unfastened his own pants as Noah found his rhythm, pumping in and out of Hutch’s mouth, fucking it. Hutch’s cock was hard and throbbing, begging for attention. He didn’t need a second invitation; he wrapped his fist around his length, riding his familiar grip, strokes and thrusts in sync as thick, guttural sounds of pleasure filled the room.

  Hutch’s orgasm rushed up on him unexpectedly, churned his balls in exquisite curls. He tightened his grip around his cock at the base, stalling. Just as he thought he’d come from Noah fucking his mouth, Noah tightened his hand in Hutch’s hair, yanking hard and causing spark of pain to shoot across Hutch’s skull, then pulled Hutch off his cock.

  “Wait…. Oh fuck… stop,” Noah panted harshly.

  Hutch sat back on his calves, moving his aching jaw back and forth, giving it a little relief before Noah no doubt drove back in, but Hutch was wrong.

  Noah reached down, grabbing Hutch’s bicep and encouraging him to stand. “I prefer my knees on a soft bed rather than a hard floor.” Noah chuckled and pressed a quick kiss to Hutch’s lips before shoving Hutch away and heading toward the bed.

  Hutch stood, too stunned to move, dick hanging out and mouth gaping open as he watched Noah wiggle his tight ass across the room. Little shit was swishing and swaying exaggeratedly, tempting, still challenging Hutch.

  “Well, I’ll be damned,” he muttered as he ran his hand over his jaw. And here he’d thought Noah was a bit shy. Jesus, when was he going to stop making assumptions about the intriguing man?

  “You coming, or are you just going to stand there and try to analyze me?” Noah called out.

  Hutch shook his head and got moving. He didn’t even bother tucking his dick away, rather just shimmied out of his jeans as he walked, nearly tripping and having to catch himself on the doorframe. He kicked out of his clothes and then nearly fell on his ass again when he got a glimpse of Noah.

  Noah was gloriously naked, on his knees in the center of the bed, stroking his cock. “I do believe you threatened me,” he said seductively, the smug smile firmly planted on his handsome face.

  Hutch swallowed hard, cock twitching madly as he took in the sight before him. He ignored Noah’s taunt, taking his time to let his gaze wander appreciatively over Noah’s body.

  “Fuck that’s hot,” he murmured huskily.

  Noah’s strokes slowed, an almost shy expression coming over his face as he held out his other hand palm up. Inside were a condom and a small tube of lube.

  Hutch didn’t need to be asked twice. In two large strides, he was standing next to the bed and taking the condom and lube out of Noah’s hand. Instead of rushing to roll it on and slick up, Hutch palmed the supplies and kneeled on the bed in front of Noah. Something shifted in Hutch, the urgency subdued, the need to slowly explore, savor each touch rushing to the forefront.

  Hutch pressed his lips softly to Noah’s and ran a hand down his chest. He lightly pressed against the taut muscles, encouraging, moving, and arranging without breaking the contact of their mouths, until he had Noah laid out beneath him, and Hutch had situated himself between Noah’s spread thighs. He nipped at the skin on Noah’s jaw and chin, pressed his weight down on Noah, hard cocks sliding gently against the other as Hutch began to slowly roll his hips.

  Noah’s fingers played over the sinew along Hutch’s back, the muscles flexing with the tingling soft touches. Hutch wanted it to last, make it good. His lips traveled over the soft skin of Noah’s neck, tracing the thick muscle down, where he swirled his tongue over Noah’s collarbone.

  As Hutch continued to explore Noah’s skin, he shifted, rubbing his hard cock along Noah’s thigh, the soft hairs tickling against his heated flesh. Lying along Noah’s side, Hutch snapped open the tube of lube and squeezed out a generous amount onto Noah’s cock.

  “Oh shit,” Noah yelped and jerked. “That’s cold.”

  “It won’t be for long,” Hutch chuckled as he tossed the tube aside and ran his fingers through the lube, spreading it, slicking up his fingers and Noah’s cock.

  “That was just mean, man,” Noah huffed, then moaned when Hutch wrapped his fingers around his cock and pumped it a couple of times. “Ah yeah, that’s better.”

  “Then you’re going to love this,” Hutch murmured slyly and slid his fingers along Noah’s balls, then farther back to press against his opening.

  Propped up on one elbow, Hutch stared down at Noah and worked his finger inside him. Noah moaned and then bit his lip as Hutch made tiny circles, stretching Noah before pushing deeper into the tight, hot channel. The lust darkened Noah’s blue eyes till they were nearly black, and the blissed-out look on his face caused Hutch’s pulse to speed and his cock to throb.

  “Fuck you’re tight,” Hutch commented as he continued to move in and out, speeding up just a bit.

  Noah didn’t respond beyond low moans and bearing down on Hutch’s finger. His white teeth pushed into his bottom lip, nostrils flaring as if he was trying to hold back the shout that wanted to escape his lips. But it was in his eyes, the pleasure evident.

  Hutch worked in a second finger alongside the first, stretching, curling and twisting. Noah’s sharp intake of breath and the tightening of his muscles alerted Hutch he’d hit the right spot. He did it again and again until Noah finally stopped abusing his bottom lip and cried out.

  “Jesus, Hutch. I need you to fuck me,” he begged and then groaned loud enough to shake the bed.

  “Yeah, you ready?”

  Noah shook all over, and he bore down hard. “Don’t tease. I can’t wait much longer.” His voice was deep, seductive, pleading, the sound going straight to Hutch’s balls.

  Noah whimpered when Hutch pulled his fingers free and watched him intently as Hutch rolled the condom down his length, then slicked up the latex with his wet, sloppy fingers. Hutch went to his knees between Noah’s spread thighs, and his hands shook as he settled them on Noah’s hips. Hutch slid them under Noah, lifting and pulling him forward till Noah’s ass was lying on his thighs, with his knees bent and his lower legs caught around Hutch’s waist.

  Noah reached up and grabbed the headboard in both his hands, his head tilted back as Hutch nudged at the tight opening, pressed firmly, slowly, until the tight ring of muscle opened up to him and they both groaned as the head of Hutch’s cock invaded him.

  Hutch stilled and closed his eyes, breathing heavily as Noah’s ass contracted around the sensitive head as his body tried to adjust to the invasion. “Tight, fuck you’re tight,” Hutch groaned again and dug his fingers into the meaty flesh of Noah’s thighs.

  “Just give me a minute,” Noah moaned. The flush of his skin glowed in the low light, his eyes glassy as he licked drops of sweat off his upper lip.

  “Dammit, one minute you’re begging me, another you’re making me wait,” Hutch sulked, but he couldn’t hide his grin.r />
  Noah looked up at Hutch, brow dropping low as his face darkened, and he clenched his ass, making Hutch growl in warning, then clamp down on his jaw, fighting the urge to bury himself deep.

  Noah must have realized he’d pushed Hutch to his limits, and he tightened his legs around Hutch. “Now move,” he demanded and pushed his feet against Hutch’s lower back, forcing him forward.

  Hutch thrust, going deep, bottoming out, his balls snug against Noah’s ass. He grunted and shifted against Noah’s thighs, trying to adjust the angle. Noah’s cock twitched and he moaned wantonly when Hutch slammed into him again, hitting the sweet hidden spot. He gripped Noah’s hips, pounding into Noah, control lost, hitting Noah’s prostate over and over and over.

  “Oh fuck! There, right fucking there!” Noah cried out and dug his fingers into Hutch’s shoulders, nails digging into tender flesh.

  Hutch curled, hunched over Noah, to run his mouth along Noah’s jaw. Noah arched up, and his hard cock, wet at the tip, rubbed against Hutch’s belly. He pistoned in and out of Noah’s ass as he ate at his mouth, licking, sucking, biting. Hutch was close.

  “I…. Fuck, Hutch,” Noah mewled, forcing Hutch to break the kiss. “I’m so close…. God, harder…. Fuck…. Please.”

  Noah’s words were running together, short broken sentences as he writhed beneath Hutch. Hutch knew Noah wouldn’t last much longer; neither of them would. How could they? The pleasure so great it was surrounding them, pushing them to that perfect place.

  Leaning back, Hutch tightened his grip on Noah’s hip with one hand while he ran his other thumb over the slick tip of Noah’s cock, lower, against the delta of nerves just under the head, making the column of flesh jerk and weep in his hand.

  “Gonna make you come so hard,” Hutch groaned huskily, voice thick, drunk with arousal.

  “God, yes! Do it!”

  Hutch gripped Noah’s cock hard, pulling, tugging in the same rhythm he slammed into Noah’s ass, going deep, pulling nearly all the way out before going all the way back in, over and over and over, slamming against Noah’s pelvis with brutal thrusts. Noah grunted with each connection, harsh noises like a rutting animal.