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“I know it now.” He whispered too, hot and urgent. A little broken. “I should have known it then, but...”

“You tried to scare me off. Naughty, naughty Noah. You know that was wrong.”

“I know but...” He interrupted himself to give me more of those perfect kisses. “I didn't want you to get hurt. I thought I could scare you away or I could just ghost you and you'd forget, I'd be some strange story about a homeless kid that one time got in the fancy multi-million-dollar team locker room and then eventually you'd forget even that...”

“Oh, Noah, sweetie.” I interrupted my words with kisses too. “How could you think that? How could you think anybody could ever forget you?”

And so, again, we forgot all about talking. We were kissing, nibbling, gobbling. Sometimes, we couldn't help but laugh from the sheer pleasure of trying to give each other more than we were taking.

The sixty-nine came easily and naturally, which isn't always the way with sixty-nine. We were so perfectly in sync. We soared to the crescendo, our hearts thumping loud enough to be felt in our dicks. It was a foregone conclusion that we'd come hot and quick and simultaneous in each other's mouths.

Hot morning sex is the sweetest sex. Stolen, secret, something we could take while the rest of the castle was sleeping.

(Or maybe they weren't sleeping. Maybe they were watching us.)

But I couldn't think about that. I wouldn't think about that.

Only Noah existed at that moment. Slick with spit and sweat instead of shower damp, we were already frantically humping and grinding all over each other. The sixty-nine hadn't been enough. How did we get hard again so fast?

Chapter 45

Noah lay slick, pink, and trembling in that wide messy bed. His legs sprawled an indecent invitation. “There's equipment.” His whisper was thick with lust. “I already checked.”

The thought of Noah hungry, the thought of Noah planning...

My mouth watered. My entire body shuddered with pleasure. “If that's what you want. If you're sure. I might not come so fast this time.”

“You dirty...!” He laughed. “Are you trying to make me desperate, do you want to hear me beg? I don't want you to come fast. I want you to take me nice and slow, I want you to take your time about it. Hard and deep and long and forever...”

The word, ‘forever,’ was a dangerous word. He gasped, then swallowed, as he heard what he'd just said.

“I love hearing how much you want me,” I said. “It makes me desperate too. But I just need to know if you're really, really sure...”

“Of course, I'm sure. You know I'm sure. Don't tease me, Slate. Fuck me, top me. I need it so bad.” Tumbling onto his back, he kicked his legs high and then his feet were past his ears. His pelvis was lifted, his cock hard, his balls wobbling.

His small hole twinkled its invitation.

“How could a man say no?” I asked.

“Then don't. Say yes.”

“So much yes.”

Fingers cool with grease, I probed to connect with a pink hole that fluttered at a touch. Stroking and teasing, I brought him to a new and higher level of urgency. It didn't matter that he'd already popped in my mouth. He had more.

We both did.

The frank fierceness of my desire shocked me enough to curl my toes. Soon I'd be back home. Back in the dorm with a straight roommate.

Back in the closet.

As I used expert fingers to tease open Noah's hole, it couldn't help but occur to me that an awful lot of people knew this quarterback's gay secret. God only knows how many people knew about me who were in the CIA or the NSA or whoever Mitchell was really working for.

Plus God only knows how many people knew who were in the enemy camp.

I flashed back to those mercenaries in the Zodiac. They looked like Russian mafia, but talked like Americans.

Maybe they were Russian OGs from that era when the iron curtain fell and they all decided they liked it better in Vegas.

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