Page 151 of Best Served Cold

He bit his lip.

“Tell me. This won’t work if neither of us can ask for what we want.”

“Can I fuck you again?”

My already-hard dick jumped. “You want to?”

He nodded, his eyes dark with desire.

“How do you want me?”

“On your back.”

We wiggled and shifted, fumbling as we switched places. Noah’s elbow bounced off the wall, and I managed to kick it, but we got ourselves situated without any disasters.

“How quiet do we need to be?” he asked.

“Considering all the times I’ve had to hear him and whatever date he brought home, I’d say not quiet at all.”

He glanced at the wall, still apprehensive.

“He’s wearing headphones,” I assured him. “It’ll be fine.”

“Do you have supplies?”

I pointed to my bedside table.

Noah yanked open the drawer. “Hello.”

“What?”

He pulled a small butt plug, still in the packaging, out of the drawer. “This is an interesting choice.”

I huffed out a laugh. “Look at the bottom, the base.”

He flipped it and spluttered with laughter. “What the fuck? Is that a googly eye?” He shook it, laughing harder.

Warmth filled my chest at the sound. That was Noah’s real laugh.

“Our friend Nick gave everyone matching butt plugs for Christmas last year. It’ll make sense when you meet him.”

He tossed the plug back into the drawer and pulled out a condom and lube.

I stroked my hand over my still-hard cock. “When was the last time you were tested?”

He froze. “Before I moved here.”

“Has there been anyone else?” I pushed back a curl of jealousy at the thought.

“No. Hasn’t been for a long time.” He swallowed hard. “Do you want me to use this?”

“You can, but you don’t need to. I trust you.”

“Are you sure? This is a big decision.”

“I’m sure.”

He tossed the condom back in the drawer and covered my mouth with his, kissing me hard and deep.

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