Sterling didn’t say much. He simply lead Noah along a sprawling hall lined with sleek walls and understated art. Everything gleamed under the soft recessed lighting, cool and modern but somehow not sterile.They reached a wide staircase that curved downwards. Noah raised an eyebrow. "Little early for the Fifty Shades of Grey basement, don’t you think?"Sterling actually smiled, a flash of warmth that made something low in Noah’s gut tighten. "Noted."They descended into the basement and as they reached the bottom, lights flickered on automatically. "I don’t really come down here much anymore... but I thought you might enjoy it."Noah blinked."Holy shit," he breathed.It was the ultimate man cave. Rows of gaming systems, everything from old-school arcade cabinets to the latest virtual reality rigs. Off to the side, a billiard room sat behind glass double doors, rich and moody. The smell of leather, cigars, and old wood spilled out when Noah glanced in, so thick and masculine it was li
The breeze changed. Sharp, cool, damp, slicing through the thin fabric of his hoodie and jolting Noah awake with a shiver.He blinked, his whole body stiff from sleep, disoriented by the fading dream and the press of earth beneath him. It took him a moment to remember where he was and why the guilt hit so hard when he did.The cemetery.He sat up slowly, limbs stiff, his back aching slightly from sleeping against the rough bark. As his eyes adjusted, they landed on the headstone in front of him and the creeping weeds curling around its base.Guilt punched him in the chest once more.He's avoided this place too long. The wind tugged gently at the unkempt grass as if scolding him in silence.He barely had time to take another breath before a voice cut through the stillness."Noah."He looked up slowly.Sterling stood at the edge of the path, dark hair tousled by the wind, his shirt part-untucked beneath a tailored coat. Even now, even here, he looked unfairly good. Like some cruel dream
Noah didn’t run. He didn’t even walk fast. He just closed the door behind him, left the smell of sex and sweat in Sterling’s office, and moved like a man who knew exactly what he’d done.But the weight behind every step wasn't the victorious satisfaction he's expected. He was far from satisfied. This was something heavier. Hotter. He was buzzing beneath his skin, a live wire of want that hadn’t gone anywhere. His body still ached from holding back everything he really wanted. He’d touched Sterling, owned him, but somehow, it hadn’t even come close to being enough.He still wanted more.Worse, he could feel it. His cock half-hard just remembering Sterling’s body, the sound of his moans, the way he gave in completely. Noah had gripped him, filled him, and now his own body wouldn’t settle. It was like some part of him was still inside that room, aching.He wanted Sterling to say his name. To look at him and admit it. Admit that Noah owned every inch of him.It was want. It was power. It
Noah’s hands burned his skin like brands. Sterling’s muscles flexed with every touch, every pass of those calloused palms down his sides, across his hips, locking in and holding him steady. Holding him against another man's cock.Anneliese moaned louder beneath him, her body squirming with overstimulation as Sterling was rocked into her from behind. He barely registered her. Her moans were noise, her touch an inconvenience. The only reason he kept one hand braced near her waist was to stop her from blindly reaching out. Because if she touched Noah, even by accident, he might lose it completely.He felt possessed, like every thrust stripped him down and recast him in fire. Every grind of Noah’s control burned something new into him, the rhythm searing itself into muscle and bone. He wasn’t just being touched. He was being remade. And the rhythm, Noah’s rhythm, was maddening.Intoxicating.Sterling fought his body. Fought the pleasure threatening to boil over, the inevitable undoing tha
Noah’s voice was barely audible. “Need some help, old man?”Sterling almost came right then. Just from the heat of Noah’s breath, the scrape of that cocky voice against his senses, the presence of him so close, so smug, and so fucking hot.The smirk, the gaze, the scent of Noah this close. It was too much. Overwhelming. Dizzying. He couldn’t move. Could barely think. Every nerve in his body was locked on the man nearing him.Noah rounded him like a wolf stalking a wounded animal. Hungry, confident, and impossibly alluring. His scent, sweat and heat and something sharper, wrapped around Sterling like a noose. His footsteps barely made a sound on the polished floor, but they echoed like a drumbeat in Sterling’s ears.In front of him, Anneliese moaned and writhed, growing impatient. “Hurry up, baby,” she whined. “I’m ready.”He didn’t answer.He couldn’t.His pulse drowned out her voice. His lungs barely worked. At some point in the chaos of sensations, Sterling fumbled a condom out of h
Sterling’s pulse pounded in his ears, but his face remained blank. Ice behind his eyes. Steel behind his voice.“Get on the desk.”Anneliese lit up like a spotlight had hit her. With a delighted squeal, she reached for his tie.He didn’t stop her.Not when she loosened the knot, not when her fingers dragged it down and off like it was part of some romantic striptease. She leaned in for a kiss, lips parted, eyes eager—And Sterling pulled back just slightly.“I never said anything about kissing,” he said flatly. “Don’t push it.”She blinked, caught off guard, but then she gave a breathy laugh and stepped back.“Fine,” she said, voice dipped in sugar. “Just don’t take this chance away from me.” But every second of it made his skin crawl.She looked good. She always looked good. That wasn’t the problem. He liked beautiful women. Slept with them. Enjoyed them.But Anneliese? She was like biting into a perfect, glossy apple only to find the inside rotted to mush. All shine, no substance. A