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"I get checked every three months." Noah furrowed his brow at me. "You want to—"

"I want to claim you completely. Make you mine."

Noah groaned as his gaze consumed me. "Fuck, that's hot."

"We're both good?"

"Never had a bad result." Noah returned to me, climbed back on, and ground his cock against mine. "I've never done this before … fucked raw."

"Me neither. On both counts." I used my good arm to stroke his back from his tailbone to the space between his shoulders. Noah shivered for the entire trip of my fingers.

"We're still going to need lube," he said.

"There's some in the basket under the coffee table."

Noah raised his eyebrows at me, making me laugh. "Didn't know you were a boy scout … always prepared. Do you entertain yourself out here often?" His smirk slipped into a smile.

I loved Noah's cheeky side.

I loved every part of the man.

"Just get it and stop asking questions."

A quick retreat and then Noah was back, stroking a handful of lube on my tight aching dick as he kissed me into near oblivion. He adjusted the position of his knees and used one hand, his arm slung around behind him, to position my cock at his tight ring.

"We'll go slow," he said, answering my concern about not prepping his hole. And he did, lowering himself in gradual increments of descent and pause until he was fully seated on me. His glove was tight. Tight and warm—and perfect. My bare cock belonged in him.

I gripped his hip tight as he adjusted, his eyes closed, groaning, his lips parted. I licked my lips as I admired him. He was beautiful up there. I'd never wanted anyone more.

Noah's eyes reappeared, lusty, and hungry as he gazed down at me. He placed his strong hands on my shoulders and lifted away from my hips. Then sank back, impaling himself.

"Fuck," we both muttered.

I never wanted to wear a condom ever again. I could feel every velvety surface of Noah's channel as he began to ride me, my dick not compacted and gloved.

"Oh, Jeezus, that feels good," Noah cried, increasing his pace until he was bouncing on my lap, his fingers digging into my shoulders. I licked my palm and gripped his cock.

He bucked up into my fist.

"Yes, baby. Yes."

I stroked him faster—then slower until he whined. It was the most tantalizing sound, his desire. I wanted to bottle it and keep it with me always.

Tongue first, coming at me, he kissed me, tasting and seeking, licking every surface behind my lips. Then my lips. Sucking and biting, his fingers threaded in my dampening hair.

He moaned and tipped his head back as his cock pulsed in my hand.

"Fuck." Noah gripped the back of my head, pulling my forehead to his chin, and spilled into where my hand was teasing his glans, constricting my dick in a spongey vice grip.

His body stilled.

I grabbed his ass and angled up into him. My battered ribs and abs objected, but I was too far gone to care. I could deal with the fallout of the impending increase in pain later.

"Yeah, Brody," Noah chanted, riding each thrust of my hips. "Fill me. Make me yours."

His words tipped me over the edge, and I emptied my cum into him, my cream coating his insides. Where it belonged. With the increased slickness, my cock slipped easily in and out of Noah's hole as he lifted and fell in my lap.

Mine.

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