T. A. Chase

Death or Life-NSFW excerpt

Noah Wiltson wants nothing more than to be left alone. His father’s candidacy for President forces him to have secrets. Imagine his surprise when a hired killer gives him the means to live his life without doubt or fear.

The killer knows this hit is going to be his last. Whether he chooses to walk away or whether they kill him. He’s never been a team player, so he ends the game on his terms.

A few months later, Noah meets Cain Packert, a man who intrigues and excites him. Only one of them knows the truth. Can they find love amid secrets and threats?

Cain started unbuttoning his shirt. “Do you have stuff?”

Noah unzipped his pants and stopped. “Stuff?”

“You can’t be that innocent. A stud like you has to have had sex before.”

A surprised but pleased expression came and went on Noah’s face. “Oh, that kind of stuff.” Going to the bedside table, Noah opened the drawer. “I have lube. No condoms though.” Disappointment colored Noah’s voice.

“Good thing I was a Boy Scout then.” Cain pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and removed the condom packet he’d tugged in there earlier that day. “Always be prepared.” He tossed it to Noah.

“That sure of me?” Noah smiled.

“Not sure. Just hopeful.” Cain finished undressing and prowled towards Noah. “You’re not naked yet.”

Noah’s eyes were riveted to Cain’s groin. Cain groaned as he felt the heat of Noah’s stare. His cock twitched and swelled. He invaded the younger man’s personal space. Taking Noah’s hand, he wrapped it around his cock and showed Noah how he liked to be stroked.

Being able to compartmentalize helped. He focused on getting Noah stripped and on the bed while Noah played with his prick. The lube had been tossed on top of the covers along with the condom. When Noah was naked, Cain eased the blond onto his hands and knees in the middle of the bed.

“Enough of that for now. I’ll come and I want to be inside you when I do,” he murmured.

Cain trailed one hand over the smooth expanse of back and ass he’d been presented with. Noah’s skin was soft and flushed with desire. Cain ripped open the foil packaging and pulled the rubber out. He rolled it on his cock with a moan. The touch of his own hand almost drove him over the edge.

With protection taken care of, he picked up the tube and set out to make sure Noah was ready for him. He spread Noah’s firm ass cheeks and squeezed the slick out. When he had enough, he set the tube to the side. He coated his fingers and started massaging Noah’s opening, easing one finger in slowly, an inch at a time.

“Cain,” Noah mumbled, face pressed into his pillows.

The way Noah was pushing back told Cain he wasn’t hurting his lover. Soon one became two and Noah was fucking himself on Cain’s fingers. Cain did his best to nail Noah’s gland every chance he got. Sweat began to cover Noah’s skin and Cain felt it bead on his own chest.

“Soon, Cain. You need to be in me now.” Noah braced his body on one hand and reached back, unerringly finding Cain’s cock.

Cain let the younger man guide him. When the blunt head of his prick rested at the puckered opening of Noah’s body, Cain stilled.

“Are you sure, Noah?” It killed him to ask, but he had a momentary attack of conscience. Cain needed to know this was what Noah wanted, not something he was unknowingly forcing on the man.

“Jesus, Cain. Fuck me already.”

Noah’s exasperated tone made Cain chuckle.

“All right.”

With one hard fast thrust, he buried himself balls deep in Noah’s ass. Their cries mingled together as their bodies learned the feel of each other. Noah’s inner muscles gripped Cain’s cock like the tightest vice and Cain felt his control shatter.

“Sorry,” he whispered, before pulling out and slamming back in.

He didn’t know if Noah heard his apology or not, but his lover moved, welcoming each thrust with moans and little pleas of his own. Cain’s climax moved from his nerve endings to his groin in a flash flood of pleasure. He peeled one hand off Noah’s hip to reach around and take Noah’s cock in a firm grasp.

“Come,” he ordered, his voice harsh.

“Yes.”

Noah’s shout was accompanied by wet heat splashing over Cain’s hand. Noah’s climax caused his ass to clamp down on Cain’s prick, milking Cain’s own pleasure from him.

“Fuck,” Cain grunted, as he filled the condom.

As the last wave of passion drifted away, Noah collapsed on the bed and Cain fell, covering the smaller man with his own body. Safe, Cain thought.

“Stay,” Noah murmured, as Cain started to roll off him.

“Let me clean us up.” He ran his hand over Noah’s shoulder before climbing out of the bed and locating the bathroom.

He took care of the condom and washed up. Wetting a cloth, he went back to Noah and wiped him down. Cain took the washcloth back to the bathroom. When he came back, Noah had pulled the comforter to the foot of the bed and lay under a couple of blankets. Slipping in beside Noah, Cain wrapped his arm around Noah’s waist and snuggled up against the younger man, chest to back.

He brushed a kiss over the nape of Noah’s neck. “Sweet dreams, Noah.”

Noah patted his hand where it rested on Noah’s stomach. “You too, Cain.”

A wry smile drifted over Cain’s face. His dreams were never sweet. They tended to be nightmares more often than not. He’d grab what sleep he could and then go out to look over LeClair’s grounds. He had to familiarize himself with the layout, finding all the likely spots where a sniper might lie in wait. Every instinct he’d gained during his years as a government agent warned him that Senator Wiltson wasn’t going to give up without a fight. A man with the kind of secrets he had to hide couldn’t risk being discovered.

Noah’s soft breathing lulled him. Cain closed his eyes. Might as well take advantage of his exhaustion for some sort of rest.

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