Page 244 of Bad Pucking Influence

“I’m about to come, and I want your mouth on me when I do. Kiss me.”

Noah pins my wrists above my head as he collapses on top of me, trapping my swollen cock between us. With our fingers laced together, he drives into me long and deep as his mouth gently meets mine.

Our tongues slide together, giving and receiving the love we confessed only moments ago, and making my heart thump in my chest. This is what I needed. His lips on mine, sharing our air as our bodies tumble into heavenly oblivion…. It's perfect.

The orgasm starts as a series of tiny quakes, short but powerful bursts that make me gasp from their intensity. It quickly morphs into a full body tremor, trapping my breath in my lungs as my body bucks upward. My ass clenches around Noah’s cock as if it could somehow take him deeper.

I breathe a soundless cry against his lips as he shudders inside me, his warm cum filling me as my own spreads between our joined stomachs. And while it’s every bit as filthy as I hoped it would be, it’s also hauntingly beautiful. The way our heartbeats pulse in sync as our eyes manage to lock together in the dark room… I'll never forget it.

Tentatively, I tilt my chin up, so my lips brush against Noah’s.

“Yes,” I whisper between kisses.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I want to move in with you.” I bite my lip, waiting for his reaction.

He pulls my lip away from my teeth with his thumb and gives me a lingering kiss. “Good, because this is where you belong.”

I know this makes me the world’s biggest cheeseball, but even though I still have to go through the whole moving thing, hearing him say that makes me feel like I’m already home.

Chapter 23 - Noah

“Will you build me a pool?” Tripp asks as we’re packing up his room.

“If I build a swimming pool I’m going to use it to swim.”

“Who said anything about swimming?”

I’ll build this man whatever he wants, but I see no reason why I can’t have a little fun at his expense first. “As far as I’m concerned there’s only one use for a pool, and that’s to put water in it. Besides, there’s a perfectly good empty pool down the street. You and Xander can skate in that and swim in ours.”

“There’s a major flaw in your plan.” He stuffs a pile of t-shirts into a duffel bag sitting open on the bed. “If our pool has water we’ll have Xander, Niko, Luca and Justus hanging around all the time.”

“Where’s the flaw in that?”

“If they’re always around it will really cut into our sexy times.”

“How much sex are you planning to have?” I empty his sock drawer into the bag sitting on his dresser.

“Noah Tremblay, do not pretend to be ignorant about this. Live-in boyfriends get sex morning, noon and night. It’s the most important requirement.”

I lift my brows in mock surprise. “There are requirements for living together?”

“Several.” He raises his forefinger. “First, do not wake me up at the ass crack of dawn if you have to go to practice or catch a flight or something. Second,” he raises another finger. “If you do wake me up at the ass crack of dawn, the only acceptable way to do so is with a complimentary blow job. Third, I get to wear your clothes but you can’t wear mine because they’re too small, boxer-briefs excluded because your cock will look fantastic in my smaller underwear. Fourth, the aforementioned sex, and fifth,” he lifts a final finger, “while it’s not a rule per se I propose we don’t need clothes in the house.”

“I accept your terms.” I hold my hand out for him to shake it. “Except for the last one. If you’re naked all the time I’ll be hard all the time, and there are some things it’s not smart to do with an erection.”

“Name one.”

“Cooking.”

“Pfft. You have a chef for that.”

“True, but you like when I cook for you and neither of us wants me to burn my dick because I’m distracted by your sexy ass.”

Tripp purses his lips as he seems to consider my point, finally taking my hand when he relents. “I suppose preserving your manhood is an acceptable reason not to be naked all the time.”

Once I have his hand in mine I pull him toward me and slam our mouths together, swiping my tongue against his as I tease the hair on the back of his neck. “I’m glad you agree,” I rumble. “Now let’s finish packing.”

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