Page 142 of Echoes of Us

“Noah, we just had sex. You can’t be turned on again.”

He shrugged, his shoulder lifting slowly. “I’m always turned on around you, especially when you’re standing half-naked in my kitchen.”

“I’m not even sure if I can?—”

He moved his hand from my waist down to my underwear, rubbing his palm over me. He nibbled on my ear before running his tongue over it. I closed my eyes. That feltreallygood. I knew I was getting hard again, and he chuckled against my neck.

“You can,” he said with certainty. “So, the real question is, do you want to fuck me here in the kitchen, or do you want to go back to the bed?” he whispered in my ear. His voice was like silk when he got like this; I could almost feel it against my skin.

“Seriously?”

“Mhm. Come on, bend me over the counter and fuck me hard.” This time, his words went right to my cock. It was definitely hard now.

“Noah…”

“I’m serious. Get the lube.”

By the time I was back, he was already naked, standing by the counter and waiting for me. He was still stretched from the last time, and I sunk into him easily, kissing his shoulder and grabbing his hips.

“Good, now fuck me like you mean it.” He arched hisback and pressed his palms on the counter as I started moving. “That’s it, Atty.”

He pushed his hips back on mine, meeting my thrusts. He set a hard pace as I panted over his neck, closing my eyes and feeling him around me.

Nothing could feel better than him.

The next morning, I woke up slowly, feeling pleasure spread through my body. I arched on the bed, zeroing in on the sensation around my cock. Moaning, I shifted the covers off and met Noah’s eyes. He winked before sucking hard. I leaned my head back on the pillow, blinking to shake off the sleep. I reached down, feeling his hair as his head bobbed between my legs. God, that felt good.

I glanced at my watch. It was five minutes before my alarm. I smiled, knowing he had timed it perfectly.

“Noah.”

There was a sucking sound as he let go of me. “Yes, dear?”

A soft laugh escaped me. “What are you doing?”

He climbed over me, straddling my hips. He was smiling, his tongue peeking out. “Sucking your cock.”

I closed my eyes. It was too early for this. He laughed again and reached for his nightstand, the implication of it clear as day. I stared at him, wide-eyed. He shrugged, ripped the condom open with his teeth, and wagged his eyebrows.

“Noah.”

He rolled it on me, moving back on my hips. “What?” he asked innocently, opening the lube and letting some drip over me as he worked it with his hand.

“At least let me get you into it.”

“We’ve been fucking nonstop, Atty. I told you I’d be taking your cock like a pro.” He moved his hips, holding me, and dropping his body over me.

I squeezed my eyes shut and moaned again.

“Besides, I’ve been up for an hour. I worked myself open.” He rocked his hips over mine.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” I followed the movement of his hips, sliding my hand up over his chest. Fuck, he was hot.

“I just did.” He closed his eyes tightly, his body shuddering with pleasure. “Fuck, I fucking love your dick.” He arched his back and rocked harder. “Jerk me off, Atty. I want it fast.”

I grabbed him, stroking quickly. “Like that?”

“Yes.” He moaned. “Fuck, yes.”

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