Page 127 of Even Exchange

“What else?” I ask, closing my eyes to allow myself to join his daydream.

“I’d lay you down on the desk, sprawled out, so I can eat you and finger fuck you till you come on my tongue.”Thrust. “You always taste so good.”Thrust.“Cazzo.” He walks us over to the desk, his dick still inside me, and sets me on it.

“What are you?—”

He slips out, knees hitting the floor before me. Gripping my calves, he tugs me to the edge of the desk and glances up with a satisfied smile on his face. “Why should we have to imagine when I can show you everything I want to do to you?”

“You’re no longer concerned about being caught?” I ask, brow cocked.

“Do you trust the lock on that door?” he asks.

“Absolutely,” I say, and he grins, gripping my thighs. My head falls back, his warm breath fanning against my center, causing me to shudder.

His tongue swipes through me, and I struggle to hold in the wide array of sounds I’d love to be making right now. He flicks my clit, and a tiny moan escapes. His hand slaps over my mouth and I nod, getting the message. He removes his hand, fingers inching up my inner thigh. Seconds later he slips them inside me, curling them to hit that glorious spot. It’s too much. His mouth, his fingers, his addictive fucking scent. It’s embarrassing how quickly he could get me off right now.

“I’m so close,” I whine, and he pulls out abruptly, standing. “Noah!”

He positions himself at my entrance. “I changed my mind,” he says, smile wicked. “I want you to come on my cock. I’ll pull out after you’re done.”

I nod ferociously, and he slides inside, gripping my ass while holding me against him.

“You’re doing such a good job,” he tells me, the tension building.

I bite my lip, stifling a smile, opting to try for a bit of dirty talk myself. “I love how you fuck me, baby,” I say, feeling awkward, but only for a moment as I notice the way his eyes flare. Note to self: Noah loves pet names in the bedroom.

He quickens his pace, the table rattling, but I’m too lost in it to care. Lost inhim.

“Come for me,” he says, and with another thrust, I’m seeing fireworks. Red, white, and royal fucking blue.Happy Fourth of July to me.My back arches, breathing labored while I ride out the entire explosive rush until I’m nothing but a puddle of Jello.

He slips out, gripping his shaft and pumping hard.

I use my remaining energy to nudge him away, hop off the desk, and drop to my knees.

“You don’t have t—” His protest is cut off by my lips circling his tip, and within seconds, his hands are in my hair, directing me exactly where he wants me to go. I lap and suck and taste, and it doesn’t take long till his cock jerks, filling my mouth to the brim.

“Don’t swallow,” he commands with labored breaths. “Show me.”

I glance up, our eyes connecting, and open, presenting his release.

“Fuck,” he says with a shaky exhale. “Look at your pretty mouth filled with my cum.” My stomach swirls, and he tugs me by my hair to stand. “Swallow,” he instructs, and I oblige, licking my lips for any excess. “Such a good fucking girl.”

I giggle. “I think it’s safe to say the lessons are working.”

He shakes his head. “Baby, that was all you.”

The door rattles, and our heads jerk towards it.

My mother’s voice is muffled. “I must have locked it before the guests arrived. Wait here. I’ll grab the key.”

My wide eyes meet Noah’s.

We are so fucked.

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NOAH

“What are we gonna do?” I ask, veins pumping with adrenaline as we secure our clothes back in place.

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