One minute Carmine was telling him to put the TV on, the next he was complaining when he actually watched something.
“You’re as bad as Ashley,” he said, putting his phone on the coffee table.
“Maybe you’ll listen to her then,” Carmine replied.
The pout that followed annoyed Noah. If Carmine was threatened by Noah’s commitment to the game, he would have to get over it and quickly. There was no way that Noah wasn’t giving one hundred percent.
Noah didn’t want to quarrel. Especially with the effort that Carmine had put in.
He pulled Carmine off the arm of the sofa so he fell into his lap. Noah kissed him. Long and hard. He craved that closeness.
“That’s more like it,” Carmine said, stroking Noah’s hair.
“I’ve got plenty more where that came from.”
“We should probably take this to the bedroom.”
Noah didn’t need any more persuading. They both shed their clothes as they moved through.
They fell onto the bed. Kissing hungrily. One minute Noah was on top of Carmine, then they rolled and it went the other way. Grinding their cocks against each other, the passion was electric.
“Can I fuck you?” Noah whispered.
Carmine nodded. Since they’d taken this step, fucking had been high on their agenda, yet Noah couldn’t get enough. Either way.
They kissed. Noah crouching over Carmine, one hand still massaging his cock.
“Get on top,” Noah instructed.
As he straddled him, Carmine’s hole brushed against Noah’s cock.
Noah ran his hands down Carmine’s body, resting on his hips. The passion ignited as Noah probed Carmine’s mouth with his tongue. Noah was desperate for more.
He sighed as Carmine planted light kisses on his neck. He made his way down to Carmine’s nipple, playing with it between his teeth.
Noah’s body bristled with anticipation as he writhed underneath Carmine.
Sitting back on his heels, Carmine looked at him. “Fuck you are perfect,” he whispered.
“Show me.”
Carmine reached across and grabbed condom and lube sachets from the side of the bed. He took Noah’s cock in his hand. Furiously he ripped open the wrapper with his teeth.
Still massaging Noah’s dick, he rolled the condom on.
Next, he applied lube to Noah and himself before getting into position. Carmine lowered himself onto Noah’s hard-on. Noah groaned as Carmine’s body wrapped itself around him made him tingle.
“Oh shit, that’s good.”
Carmine sat for a second. Tweaking his nipples and his eyes closed. It was as though he’d gone into a trance.
“Are you okay?” Noah asked.
“Perfect.”
Carmine ground his hips. Evidently choosing to go for it rather than build up, he rode Noah hard.
Reaching forward, Carmine grabbed Noah’s hands. Holding on for balance, he gyrated his hips even more.
