Page 98 of Man On

Noah does his stupid eyebrow waggle again. “Just you wait, little brother. Just you fucking wait.”

“Your turn.”

“Same question.”

“Really? You came up with this whole game so you could unpack all my secrets, and you’re just copying me?” He shrugs again and turns to put his back against the couch, stretching his long legs out in front of him. I do the same, and we sit there in silence for a moment while I think of my answer.

Dropping my head back on the couch cushion, I sigh heavily. “I hated you because I wanted you. And because you knew it.”

“Yeah, I did,” he says, sounding full of himself.

“And because you’re a cocky asshole.”

He laughs. “That’s fair,” he repeats. “Last question?”

“What do you want from me?” I blurt the question, the words forcing past my lips before I can give them adequate thought. Now I’m going to have to answer the same damn question and I have no idea what my answer would be, because if I’m speaking from my heart, I want?—

“Everything.”

Damn.

We stare at each other for several long moments, his dark blue eyes boring into me like he can see into my soul. After a while, I have to break the tension again, because I can’t handle it. It’s so thick, it’s like breathing in a pool of honey.

“You’re really trying hard to get in my pants.”

Noah’s laugh bounces off the ceiling and wall. “I hate to break it to you, Lane, but it’s never been that hard.”

My mouth opens on an offended gasp, and Noah throws himself at me. Straddling my lap, he kisses me thoroughly, rubbing himself on my hardening erection. I groan and push my hands under his t-shirt, feeling his back muscles contract as he moves against me.

His hand reaches into my pants, and his fingers wrap around my shaft. A strained grunt pushes out of my mouth, and he licks inside, tangling his tongue with mine as he slowly pumps my shaft.

“See?” he says, grinning evilly against my mouth.

“You really are the fucking devil,” I growl.

“Mmmm, yes, use those big boy words. You know what they do to me.”

Flipping the sassy little shit on his back, I pin him to the floor and bite his nipple through his shirt.

“Oh, fuck!” he shouts, loud enough that I worry the neighbors heard, and grinds up against me. He’s feral now, licking and nipping and sucking every exposed inch of me, pushing my shirt up my chest. “Take your clothes off,” he demands, and my body obeys, even while my mind is still distracted by the last question.

We strip until there isn’t a stitch of clothing between us, our skin fusing to each other like magnets. The game is momentarily forgotten, every aspect of my consciousness tied up in the way we’re touching each other. Hands and lips and tongues trace each other all over, taking our time. Noah gets rough with me, flipping me and wrestling me to the ground, pinning me on my stomach beneath him. I love it. I’m so keyed up, it takes me several moments to register that he’s talking to me.

“What is it?” I say, breathless, as Noah licks the sweat from my spine.

“Do you trust me?”

That’s his question? For the game?

Do I trust him?

My answer comes out on a groan as Noah rakes his short nails down my back. “Mmph—yess.”

“Mmmm. Good boy,” he rumbles, rubbing his dick and balls into the back of my thighs. I tense, but he shushes and soothes me. “Trust,” he reminds me, and I relax as he peppers kisses down my back to the flesh of my ass.

“Have I told you that I’m obsessed with your ass?” he says, his voice muffled against my ass cheek. “I want to play with it, love on it, talk to it. I want to do despicable, dirty, filthy things to it.”

A shudder runs through me as he kneads and squeezes my cheeks. My hips push into the floor, seeking friction. Noah grabs the pillows from the couch and directs me to lift my ass up. He stacks two pillows under my pelvis and gives me one for my head. It’s a lot more comfortable, especially for my dick, but it pushes my ass much further into the air, which I feel might not be a safe position with Noah back there talking to himself about wanting to take a bite out of me.

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