Noah drops his forehead to mine. “I want you to come first. I want to feel you exploding inside of me. Feel your cum dripping out of my ass.”
“Holy fuck!” I shout.
That’s all I needed to hear. The fissure of ecstasy starts in my chest, spreading through my limbs until it explodes out of me into a million tiny pieces.
My grip on Noah’s cock falters as he tightens his hand around mine. Only a few more pumps and ropes of cum are spreading across my chest. Noah’s face as he orgasms—which seems endless—twists in pleasure as he throws his head back.
Fuck. Noah looks so damn sexy, it has my cock twitching once again before he collapses on top of me.
“Fuck, Graham. That was…incredible.”
I drag a finger down the notches in Noah’s spine as we both try to come back down to earth.
How do I tell Noah that might have been one of the greatest sexual experiences I’ve ever had? I don’t know if I’m ready to deal with that level of cockiness from this man.
“I need to catch my breath, but?—”
“You want to do that again?” Noah asks, slipping off of me.
“All fucking night.”
Chapter Fifteen
NOAH
“What’s it going to take for you to see your old man?” Dad asks.
“You know better than anyone what a professional athlete’s schedule looks like,” I tell him, shouldering open the front door after practice. Graham is right behind me and brushes by me.
My entire body reacts at the mere closeness of him. It shouldn’t. It’s too early for this. I’m not the kind to have these reactions. I keep things casual. It’s better with my crazy life. Then why am I reacting to Graham?
It can’t just be because the sex is so good.
Not good. Fucking great. Better than anything else I’ve had, and it’s all with a guy who is still trying to figure things out.
“Are you listening to me?” Dad asks, breaking me out of my thoughts.
“Sorry, what?”
“We’ll be in town Sunday for the football game. Want us to get you tickets to come with us?”
“Sure.”
“Bring Graham too. I know Knox will want to see him.”
I laugh. “You act like we never call or see you. I saw you like two months ago.”
Dad sighs over the phone as Graham comes back into the kitchen after dropping off his bags. He’s lost his sweatshirt and is only in a pair of low-slung sweats.
Fuck. Me.
“We’ll see you Sunday, okay?”
“See you then. Bye.”
“Bye—”
I hang up the phone before I can say anything that might give away what I’m feeling.
