Page 106 of Man On

“Noah!”

“Sorry, bro. But you can’t do that around me and not expect me to get excited.”

“Do what? Be angry?”

“It just makes me want to put you on your knees and force you to do dirty, terrible, sinful things,” he says, sauntering forward. I hold up a hand to stop him, although it takes every bit of strength I have to deny him whenever he takes that domineering tone with me.

“I need to know,” I say seriously.

He waits until he has me crowded against the kitchen sink before he answers.

“The bed was all fucked up, and the lube was still out,” he says, too casually. His lips quirk as he says the next part. “And then, as he was leaving, you called me into the shower with you.”

My face falls, remembering exactly what I’d shouted to let him know I was ready for him to join me.

“Please tell me you’re messing with me.”

“I honestly wish I was,” Noah says, and laughs. “I’m never going to live that down.”

“You’re never going to live it down? You?!”

“I’m the one that was eating your ass, not the other way around.”

“Because you love it! And you don’t give a fuck what anyone thinks!”

“Damn right I love it,” he says, dropping kisses along my neck. “Your ass is a fucking delicacy.”

“Dude, I’m all sweaty.” We just came from practice, and Noah has started skipping shower time with the team and coming home with me instead. We don’t always make it to the dining hall for dinner with our friends and teammates because the moment we’ve made it through showers, the towels drop and we get horizontal.

We’ve basically not stopped touching each other since the day after Noah found me in the locker room. And ever since the night he took my virginity? Well, let’s just say we’re getting a lot of extra cardio. So much so that I’ve fallen into the habit of skipping my morning run in favor of morning blow jobs and getting the sleep pounded out of me.

He’s a fiend, and I’m just as bad. All he has to do is look at me the right way, and my hole clenches. I’m having a really hard time hanging onto my anger right now, especially since it makes Noah all hot and dominant, which makes me want to bend over and present myself.

Look at that, closeted prude to full-fledged butt slut in less than three months of living with my stepbrother. I no longer have morals when it comes to the spine tingling, life altering orgasms he pulls out of me.

We’ve tried it the other way, but Noah couldn’t take more than half of me comfortably, and I much prefer being on the receiving end. It’s not that it didn’t feel good, it did. I’ve certainly never felt anything that intensely tight before. But absolutely nothing feels as good as Noah abusing my prostate like he’s on a personal mission to drain me of all my bodily fluids.

“I don’t think you get it,” Noah says, swapping kisses for licks. “I like you all dirty and sweaty. I’ll lick the sweat and cum from your ass right now, baby. I’ll bend you over this sink and eat you so good, you’ll forget to be mad at me.”

My traitorous body reacts in spectacular fashion, although I hate the idea of not being meticulously clean, especially my butt. I know he’s going to be face first in there any chance he gets, so I stay prepped and groomed. But we practiced hard today on a muddy field. I’m drenched in sweat and mud, and we both stink. And let's not forget how he took me against the wall this morning before classes and insisted that I walk around 'sloppy' for him all day. I definitely need a shower before I’m going to be comfortable with him doing anything to me.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To shower,” I say. “I’m still mad, but I’ll let you make it up to me after we both smell better.”

Noah holds my wrist and pulls me back to him, forcing my shirt over my head. Then he licks a path up the middle of my chest and the side of my neck before taking my mouth, plunging his tongue in to feed me the salty flavor of my own sweat. Thinking that’s the end of it, I begrudgingly smile at his antics. But he doesn’t let me go. Instead, he turns me around to face the sink, pushing my shoulders down until my elbows are in the sink with Noah’s dirty cereal bowl from this morning. I’m about to gripe about it and push away, but he whips my shorts down and drops to his knees. Before I can do more than gape, his tongue licks up my crack, literally licking the sweat from my ass like he said he would.

“Jesus, Noah—gross—Nnnggyyuhh.” It’s wrong. It’s disgusting. It’s filthy. But his tongue pushing into my hole is a sensation I crave more than oxygen.

“So fucking tasty,” he groans, muffled in my filth. He stands up, keeping pressure on me so I know not to move. We both know I could throw him off or get away without much effort, but he loves throwing me around and dominating me. And I’ll be damned if I don’t love it too.

Noah digs around in a shelf above our heads, and I don’t know what he’s looking for until I feel cool liquid spill down my ass crack.

“Are you still good from earlier?” he asks, pressing two fingers inside me and turning his fingers around, stretching and lubing me up. “I need to be inside you right fucking now.”

My ass stays sore, but I secretly really love it. “I’m good,” I say, panting. “Take me.”

The bottle of olive oil drops to the counter next to me and I scramble to find something to hold on to as Noah lines up and pushes inside me, bottoming out in one hard thrust. Sharp pain and sharper pleasure spike through me, and I grunt loudly.

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