“Now really fuck me.”
“My pleasure.”
They fucked hard. Noah matching Carmine’s moves perfectly.
“Tell me when you’re going to come,” Noah panted.
Carmine had beads of sweat on his forehead. He never wanted to stop. Being connected to Noah like this was everything he’d dreamt of.
Noah gripped Carmine’s shoulders. Digging his nails into Carmine’s flesh.
“I’m going to come,” Carmine stammered.
Noah took hold of his own cock. He pulled furiously as Carmine continued in his pursuit of pleasure. The view was incredible.
“Me too.”
He arched his back before crying out. His ass contracted around Carmine’s cock, which brought on his orgasm.
Carmine clutched Noah’s legs as the exquisite sensation pulsed through his system. For a second he could barely focus as the aftershocks sent tremors through him.
When he opened his eyes, Noah stared up at him.
“Not a bad start,” he said.
THIRTEEN
NOAH
The problem with having days off in the week was that most people outside of the team were working. This was certainly the case on a February Wednesday when Noah found himself with nothing to do.
He’d wanted to see Carmine but he was working against the clock to get a design to the developer client. Noah loved to see Carmine’s business steadily growing. He also took pride that he might have had something to do with that. He’d given Carmine permission to use his name all over his website and marketing materials.
At first, Carmine had been nervous about publicising their connection. Noah had convinced him that people wouldn’t assume they were jumping into bed together because Carmine had designed the bedroom.
He parked up outside Goran and Paloma’s house. Noah had been for a number of meals at their house. They had the most gorgeous baby boy called Petar.
Goran opened the door with the bundle of joy in his arms. Petar rewarded Noah with a gummy smile as soon as he saw him.
“How’s this hero doing today?” Noah asked as he came forward.
Goran held his son out.
“Find out for yourself.”
Unlike most of the other players, Noah was totally comfortable around babies. He’d been involved in caring for Malcolm from day one. He loved holding Petar.
The little boy snuggled into Noah and gazed up at him.
“He’s so perfect,” Noah cooed as they walked into the house.
Paloma was in the kitchen, putting a lasagne into the oven. She was a great cook who could give La Piazza a run for its money.
“Hey, Noah,” she called.
He came through and allowed her to fuss over him. Deep down he quite liked it. Not that he’d ever admit it in front of the lads.
“How have you been?” Goran asked, sitting at the dining table. “Hand him over if he’s a pain.”
