Page 77 of Noah

"What can I do?"

"You don't have to do anything. It's in the past."

"But it's still affecting you."

Brody sliced through his eggs. "I'm done talking about it now."

Subject change.

"I like how organized your home is," I said.

"I like order. I don't have to think as much."

"Everything in its place."

Brody nodded as he chewed on a bite of toast.

"I need more of that in my life," I continued. "I spend too much time looking for things. I like what you've helped me with at the pub—organizing stuff. It feels good to be more in control."

"You'll notice a difference."

"I hope so. I'd run out of ideas."

We ate in silence after that. When we were finished, Brody showed me the hedgehog and his gecko. They were both super cute and Brody explained so much about them. I liked seeing him passionate about something and speaking in long paragraphs. I became lost in his voice.

After that, we went back to bed. The pub could wait. One of my other managers Carl would have everything under control. Right now, I wanted to enjoy my boyfriend.

After removing our few items of clothing, we crashed onto the bed together. Brody on top of me, our mouths meeting in a new surge of desire. I moaned and clung to him, adrift in the growl in his voice as he sucked on my bottom lip and then set his teeth to it, pulling it away from my gums. He released it and looked down at me.

"Mine."

When I nodded in agreement, my own voice lost, he launched himself at me. He grabbed each of my wrists and drew my hands up over my head, pinning them to the pillow, and kissing me. His chest heaved against my struggling lungs, his cock jammed against mine, his hips thrusting.

We'd both be able to cum like this.

I found my voice.

"Fuck me. I need you to fuck me."

He slowed the assault on my dick and the ferocity of his next kiss.

"Like this," I added when my lips were my own again. "I want to see your face."

He hesitated but then he nodded and moved off me to retrieve supplies. When he came back, the look in his eyes was a mix of intense desire, a desperate need to fuck me and claim me, but also a tentative gentleness that told me what we were about to do, the position, was sacred to him.

I opened my legs and Brody knelt between them, motioning for me to pull my knees to my chest with the use of my hands to keep them there. I groaned, my head jamming back against the pillow as Brody used two lubed fingers to penetrate me, to work me open for him.

I gripped my knees tightly as he added a third finger and pumped it into me. Brody kissed my dangling foot, changed his angle, and brushed the pads of his fingertips over my prostate.

I nearly came.

I reached through my legs and grabbed his wrist.

"Enough." Our eyes connected and held. "I need your cock in me."

Brody shifted, suited up, and stroked a handful of lube up and down his glorious erection, teasing me, a slight crinkle around one eye as he watched me, and a corner of his mouth lifted.

I licked my lips dramatically, and the enticement was enough to get him moving. He hovered over me, supported on one side of my chest with his strong arm, the other, his fist gripping his cock as he circled my hole with his thick cap. I let out a whimper as he pressed inside.

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