Noah's New Plan - 14. Chapter 14

Eli spent nearly an hour getting ready for his date with Noah. Usually if he was going out, he just threw something on. But something made him want to look good for Noah. Eli knew damn well the man was out of his league. If he needed to do a little something extra to keep him, then he would.

With his head freshly shaved, his beard freshly trimmed, he looked good. He pulled on a pair of his best black jeans along with a shirt he knew would show off his broad chest, shoulders and biceps. He left an extra button open, knowing Noah liked his chest hair almost as much as he liked his muscles.

Not that the sexy little man would ever admit it. He was still stuck in his rigid world of lists. Lists containing buttoned-down, stuck-up, men in business suits.

But not after tonight. Eli had a new plan for Noah. Tonight Eli was going to rock Noah right off that damn list.

Being an optimist, Eli packed an overnight bag. He grabbed one of his clean uniforms still in the dry cleaning wrapper and laid it out on his bed.

After he spritzed on a hint of cologne, he went to his nightstand and opened the drawer. He tore a foil wrapper from the strip. As he started to shut the drawer, he stopped to grab two more condoms. Just in case. Shoving them in his bag, he grabbed his jacket and uniform, and was out the door.

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Dinner with Eli was a sharp contrast to their first time. That first dinner was filled with awkward silence and uncomfortable body language. Noah decided before Eli picked him up that he would let go and try to have fun. And it worked.

The man had kissed him at the door when he arrived. That was some greeting. Noah hadn't expected it, but he didn't stop him. Eli practically ravished him right there on the doorstep.

Tonight was just easy. Conversation flowed like water. Eli made Noah laugh. And he wasn't too hard on the eyes either. Maybe it was something about the security guard's personality, but Noah found Eli more and more attractive as he got to know him. Not that the man was ugly--far from it. He just wasn't Noah's type.

However, a person's tastes can change over the years. And maybe Noah's tastes were evolving.

"What do you want for dessert?" Eli asked.

Snapping out of his thoughts, Noah met Eli's eyes. He patted his tummy. "I don't know... I'm kind of stuffed."

"Aw, come on. You hardly ate a thing. They have a chocolate mousse cheesecake here that's fantastic."

"Mmm... That does sound good... I really shouldn't. I think I've gained some weight."

"A little dessert won't kill you. You could use a little weight if you ask me."

Eli signaled for the waitress. He asked her to box up Noah's leftovers before ordering dessert. With two forks.

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"Oh god!" Noah cried out.

On all fours, he pushed back against Eli.

"Fuck!" Eli grunted as he buried himself to the hilt. He grabbed Noah's hips and began thrusting, using long, slow strokes.

Noah couldn't believe the way he was acting, so wanton. He hadn't intended to invite Eli inside, but they had started making out. And the next thing he knew, they were in Noah's bed. Fucking.

Never before would he have used that word, but there was no other way to describe what they were doing. Noah had hated when Derek took him "doggy style". It made him feel used, like a nameless hole for Derek to use for his own pleasure.

But right now he felt free.

They'd had sex twice last night. And this morning Noah woke to Eli rubbing against him. And by god, Noah wanted it. It had been so long. And it was so good. It seemed to get better each time.

He pushed back against Eli, meeting him thrust for thrust, the two of them developing a rhythm that grew in speed and intensity.

Eli's hands tightened on Noah's hips. The man felt huge inside him. He hit all the right spots. Noah's dick was hard as steel, throbbing against his belly. Pre-cum dripped from his dick, leaking onto the sheets below. Noah fisted the sheets, using them to brace his body as he pushed back against Eli.

Leaning over his body, Eli pressed his lips between Noah's shoulders. "You feel so fucking good, baby."

The man's hard muscles and furry chest felt so damn good against his body. When Eli pulled away and slid out, Noah protested. "Eli. Please don't stop."

His rough hands grabbed Noah and rolled him over. Noah barely had time to process what was happening before Eli spread his legs back and wide. Shuffling forward on his knees, his hard cock found its target.

"Yes," Noah moaned, his body shuddering as Eli stabbed at his prostate. As Eli pumped hard and fast, Noah touched him anywhere he could reach. "You're so big and strong."

Eli flexed his bicep, making it bulge. "You like that, boy?"

"Not. A. Boy," Noah grunted out. But he did like it.

His body trembled as Eli played him, bringing him closer and closer.

After spitting in his hand, Eli reached down and grabbed Noah's dick. His slick hand swiftly brought him to yet another orgasm as Eli let out what sounded something like a curse and a growl.

Embedded deep inside Noah's body, the bigger man's body went rigid as he shot his load into the condom.

Noah slumped boneless against the bed as he tried to catch his breath. Damn, morning sex was never this good.

He hissed with slight discomfort as Eli pulled out of his body. Three times in a twenty-four hour period might just be his limit.

"Fuck." Eli let out a breath. "Whew." He slid off the condom and tied the end off. Reaching over, he snagged a tissue from the nightstand and wrapped up the rubber.

Eli abruptly froze, his head cocked towards the door.

Confused, Noah sat up on his elbows and scrunched his eyebrows together. "What?"

"Shh." Naked as the day he was born, Eli quickly got out of bed and hurried to his bag.

When Eli pulled his gun out, Noah's breath caught as his heart leapt up into his throat.

"Call 911," the man mouthed, sending Noah into a near panic.

Eli stepped out of the bedroom, into the hallway, and pointed his gun. "Don't move, asshole!"