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All of it landed on the floor in a pile before I pinned Noah beneath me, sucking and branding his neck.

Then my lips sought out his again.

My tongue twisted around his.

My moans crashed into his.

My dick was hard against his.

It stole all of my attention.

I wanted his hands on me, wrapped around both of us while I fucked against his palm.

Just like we had last night.

Yet I still had too many clothes on. Too many things between us.

“Noah,” I panted.

It was all I had to say before he flipped us over and he rose to his knees on top of me.

My pants.

His shirt.

My boxers.

I blinked and they were finally gone. My dick was free and bounced once against my lower stomach, warm precum dripping from the tip.

“Lube,” I grunted, thrusting against nothing, desperate for his dick on mine but all he did was hover. Just out of reach. Smirking at me.Teasingme.

“Noah…baby.”

“Stop topping me from the bottom.”

I wound my hips again, ignoring his words and relief washed over me when I heard his nightstand drawer open.

My dick was so hard it ached until he touched me. The pressure was minimal, but the relief it gave me made me grind harder into his hand.

“Take off your boxers.”

The bottle of lube landed on the bed beside me with a soft thud. Noah eased up, still on top of me as he followed my order.

Then his dick hit my thigh, heavy and hot against my skin.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned, his facade cracking when he felt us together.

He threw his head back and I rolled on top of him, wrapping my hands around his waist so he was flush against me. So his dick was touching mine. So his heart was beating against mine.

I kissed the fuck out of him while he was pinned beneath me, whimpers falling from his lips and his hips desperate to move freely.

“You taste so fucking good, Noah.” Some days, I felt like I could get off on kissing him. But I was too greedy to test that theory. Too needy for his dick to deny myself the feel of it when it was my new obsession. “Fuck, you feel good.” I pressed into him, pushing my dick against his until he hissed out my name.

“Grey, please.” His face fell into a frown. “Fuck, I need more.”

Freeing one hand from under him, I grabbed the lube and popped the top.

“Give me your hand,” I said hoarsely.