The Caveman and the Devil (3 page)

For a brief moment, anguish swept through me. What if Trent hadn’t been there in time? What if he’d been only a split second too late to push the damn compartment door shut? At least for as long as it took for Noah to get out there. What if—

With great effort I stopped this unwelcome train of thought, shaking as I did so. Noah must have misinterpreted my shudder for rising arousal, because he bucked up against me. I pressed down on him, using my weight to pin him down, leaving him no chance to throw me off.

“If you ever jeopardize your safety again like this—” I started.

Noah huffed. “Do we have to have this kind of conversation
now
? I already apologized, you showed me the possible consequences and… and this is totally killing the mood, you know? I thought we were going to have steamy, life-affirming sex! It’s supposed to help with near-death experiences.”

I couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Noah smiled. It wasn’t his usual full-fledged smile; this one was much more tentative and subdued. He knew I wouldn’t forget about today, and more importantly, I wouldn’t let
him
forget about it either.

Noah slapped my shoulder hard when I couldn’t stop laughing. “What? Come on, Paul. Life-affirming sex to be had, remember?”

I sat up, pulled Noah onto my lap, and kissed him again. “I’m going to make you a promise, right here and now.”

Noah looked at me, his expression guarded.

“There will be no sex for a month if you ever do something that dangerous again. So, any time you sense your brain is close to short-circuiting—remember this threat.”

It was a stupid threat, but I couldn’t think of anything else. I didn’t want to bluff with leaving him if he pulled such a stunt again. I’d never follow through with it and Noah knew it. I hoped so, at least. Also, I would dare anyone to try thinking of anything except sex with Noah in his arms.

Noah blinked and swallowed several times. “I….” He trailed off before continuing in an exasperated voice, “All right. Now, can we
please
get to the fucking part?”

I nibbled a path along his jaw while at the same time pushing my thumb in his hole. Noah bucked against me, surprised by the sudden intrusion. A breathy moan tumbled from his lips as I found his prostate and tapped it once, twice, then withdrew my thumb.

He whimpered at the loss of my touch and scooted farther up on my lap. Our cocks rubbed against each other almost teasingly. I knee-walked us over to the nightstand where we stashed the lube, found it and flipped the lid open, squeezed a generous amount of lube on my hand, and applied it to Noah’s entrance.

“Geez! How about warming up the grease before smearing it all over me?”

“How about you shut up now?”

“Make me,” Noah challenged.

I grinned. The ferocious kind of grin. Noah’s eyes widened at that, and he licked his lips in a subconscious gesture of anticipation.

Locking my left arm around his torso, I left him no space to wiggle. With my right hand, I teased his entrance, sometimes slipping just one finger into his hole, sometimes three at once. Noah moaned and writhed on my lap, his forehead pressed firmly against my chest, which gave me free access to his neck. I made good use of it and nipped and kissed it. Goose bumps rose all over Noah’s body and his breathing quickened.

I pushed my thumb into Noah, occasionally massaging his gland while my other fingers lightly stroked his perineum and balls.

“Oh God, oh God,” Noah chanted when I tapped his gland several times in a row while at the same time firmly rubbing his perineum.

I couldn’t withstand the temptation and sing-songed, “Just me.”

Noah chuckled, almost chortled because he was so breathless. “That was
bad
! Really bad.”

“But it got you to take a deep breath, didn’t it?” I retorted as I massaged his gland.

Noah’s groan sounded strangled, more like a sob than a groan, actually. His fingers dug deep into my shoulders, and I felt some precome ooze out of his cock.

“Tsk, no getting off before I’m inside you,” I chided.

“Then get the hell on with it!”

“So impatient.”

“Paul,
please
.”

“Since you’re asking so nicely.”

I turned and grabbed a condom. After rolling it over my cock—and seeing stars while doing so—I lathered my cock with more lube. Noah quivered in my arms while I prepared myself to plunge deep into his thrumming body.

“Want you to ride me,” I said.

Noah nodded. I lay down on my back, gripped his hips, and positioned him over my crotch. For a short moment, I stared at my thumb resting on his left hip bone, where a large bite mark stood out visibly. It was one of the scars that hadn’t healed well. The scar was puckered, the skin around it very thin, and when the weather turned cold and rainy I often saw Noah rub that patch of skin, even though he winced every time he did.

Noah interrupted me by gripping my cock to slowly sink down on it. I moaned as I watched my cock vanish into his body, the heat and tightness around me threatening to push me over the edge in an instant.

I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to see the enraptured expression on Noah’s face because I wouldn’t be able to keep it together if I did. When I was completely sheathed inside Noah, he rested his hands on my belly, panting.

“So, how long will it take you to shoot? Thirty seconds? One minute?”

I opened my eyes and scowled at him. Noah feigned innocence. “What? Lost your capability of speech? I heard somewhere it happens to those caveman-like—”

I flipped us around without losing our connection. Noah gasped, the sudden change in position obviously doing something for him. I grinned down at him, proud of having taken him by surprise.

“Hey,” he protested. “How am I supposed to ride you like this?”

“Change of plans. That impudent behavior of yours calls for a severe pounding.”

“And how long will this pounding take? Thirty seconds? One—”

I pulled almost all the way out of Noah before slamming back into him, cutting his teasing remark off midway. He cried out, and I felt more precome spill between us.

“How long will it take for
you
before you come? Twenty seconds?”

“Not fair! You already teased me before and—fuck!” he shouted as I set up a steady pace, thrusting in and out of him forcefully. Noah whimpered and clutched my shoulders again.

He crossed his legs behind my back, his heels pushing into my buttocks, urging me on to go faster, harder. I complied. Snapping my hips back and forth, I plunged into him, using all my strength to give him the pounding he desired. I loved that he could take me completely, that I could let go with him without having to worry about hurting him. Hell, he even pushed back as much as possible.

A constant litany of words streamed from Noah’s mouth, most of them unintelligible. Or maybe I didn’t understand him because the blood surging through my veins, the exquisite feeling of Noah’s channel massaging my erection, sometimes clenching around me, had me preoccupied.

Noah’s cock was trapped between our bellies, but in no way was I able to help him out there.

“Paul,” Noah keened. “I wanna come! I need to come! Please!”

Wordlessly, I tapped his left leg with my hand, beckoning him to lose the death-grip he had on my waist. He uncrossed his legs immediately, and I pushed my shoulders under his ankles. I pressed his knees to his chest, almost bending him in half.

Noah looked up at me with unfocused eyes glazed over with lust and trust, the combination sending another shock of desire through me. Feeling my neck muscles cording and my arm muscles straining, I ordered my climax to wait.

To wait until Noah lost it. I thrust into him relentlessly, the force of my movements pushing Noah against the headboard. With each snap of my hips, the headboard bumped against the wall. We’d receive knowing glances from elderly Miss Malings when we saw her the next time, but no way in hell could I hold back now.

I could barely keep it together anymore—the heat, the delicious friction on my cock was too much—when Noah’s whole body stiffened. He clamped around my cock, the vise-like grip tripping me over the edge just when I felt him spill his seed between us. I gave in to the inevitable and rode out my climax.

Chapter Five

I
T
TOOK
us both a while to stop trembling and gasping for air. It took me even longer to realize I was sprawled on top of Noah, in all likelihood smothering him. With great effort, I hoisted myself up on my elbows, reducing the pressure on Noah’s chest.

“Thank God, you’re still alive! Geez, you’re heavy!”

I bent forward, pressed my lips to his throat, and sucked—hard. Noah squealed in protest and his hands scrabbled for my chest in a vain attempt to shove me off him. When I was certain I had left a visible mark, I relented.

“You fucking Neanderthal,” Noah groused.

I raised an eyebrow and smirked at him. He looked all flustered and deliciously well-fucked. In slow motion, I licked my lips and bent down, blowing a raspberry on the hickey.

“Paul!” Noah shouted, slightly panicked. “Not another one! I’ll never live it down at work. You know how much the others like to tease me about those things.”

I hovered an inch above the hickey and said, “What’s in it for me if I comply?”

“What’s in it for you? What’s
in
it for you?”

“Yeah, what’s in it for me?” I replied patiently.

Noah looked at me, his cheeks deeply flushed, strands of his light-brown hair plastered to his forehead. He rolled his eyes before he whined, “I don’t know. How can you expect me to think after what you just did to me? Come to think of it—why aren’t you asleep yet?”

“Wrong answer.”

“No!” Noah shrieked.

He thrashed his head from one side to the other as he struggled to keep me from leaving another mark. I blamed my recent climax for the fact that he was able to fend me off for a whole minute. He was by no means a weak person—far from it—but I could usually overpower him in seconds.

“Did fucking me drain you so much? My poor old Caveman,” Noah panted, his arms starting to tremble from the effort of holding me back.

“Oh, now that calls for unfair tactics,” I growled in my best fake-caveman voice.

Noah gave up on pushing my face off his throat and instead squirmed over on his stomach, seemingly intent on crawling away from me. I thwarted his attempt easily enough, what with all his laughter. Tickling whatever body part I could reach, I laughed too.

“Stop! Paul, please stop! I call for a truce!”

“Do you, now?”

Noah convulsed underneath me, a fine sheen of sweat covering his back. Gasping, he said, “Yes! Please!”

“You’re saying ‘please’ an awful lot today,” I mused as I lowered myself onto him. “I kinda like that.”

Noah turned his head to the left side, his breaths still coming in little puffs. “Could you
please
not smother me? It would make breathing so much easier.”

“Devil.”

“Noah—nice to meet you.”

I climbed off him, pulled the condom off, and threw it in the vague direction of the wastebasket, then lay down next to Noah and interlaced our fingers. For a few minutes, neither of us said anything as we both tried to calm our breathing. Closing my eyes, I thanked Noah’s guardian angel for a job well done today.

“I knew you’d fall asleep,” Noah grumbled.

“I’m still awake.”

“Not for long.”

I opened one eye to peer at Noah. He smiled at me while he combed through the hair on my chest with his free hand.

“Are you getting up or did you want anything?” I asked.

Noah huffed, got on his knees and hands, and crawled to the foot of the bed, retrieving the duvet. I whistled at the sight of Noah’s firm buttocks, how his ass muscles flexed with each movement.

He winked at me and shook his ass. After I told him to come back, he clambered back toward me, then eyed my sticky abdomen. Sighing, he said, “One of us should probably get a washcloth.”

He flopped down next to me, pulled the comforter up to his neck, and closed his eyes. “And it’s not going to be me.”

“It’s never you.”

“My legs are jelly, for which
you
are responsible. You wouldn’t want me to fall or anything and hurt myself, would you?”

“Wipe that innocent smile off your face.”

Eyes still closed, Noah blew me a kiss. I scooted closer to him while shaking my head. Once I was close enough, I wound my arms underneath his body and lifted him on me, with the duvet as a barrier between us.

“I’m not washing the duvet,” Noah declared.

“We’ll take it to the dry cleaner.”

“We?”

“Yes, we.”

“If you say so.”

Noah must have been incredibly tired not to fight me on that. He hated those chores with a passion that had surprised me in the beginning. Not that we went to the dry cleaner all that often since neither of us had much use for it, but he also loathed the mundane task of grocery shopping. After a few trips to the store with him, I loathed it too. We had agreed that I would do the shopping.

Surprisingly enough, Noah didn’t hate cooking, which had resulted in my gaining one or two pounds. Okay, maybe more than one or two, but hey, I was doing physically exerting work; I needed to eat properly. Noah never missed a chance to tease me about the extra pounds.

Shortly before sleep claimed me, Noah wiggled and squirmed until he could pull the duvet out from between us. I sighed in contentment when Noah’s warm skin came to a rest on me, the puckered lines of his scars oh-so-familiar to me. I spread the duvet over him, then slipped my arms under the fabric to wrap Noah in a loose embrace. A tremor ran through Noah’s body, and he pressed a gentle kiss to my right nipple before sleep finally came to both of us.

Chapter Six

H
IGH
-
PITCHED
mewls interrupted my sleep. Annoyed, I scrunched my eyelids tighter together, hoping the disturbing sounds would stop soon. I don’t know how long I dropped in and out of sleep before my eyes flew wide open.
The cubs!