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“Noah,” I warn, sucking in a breath as his other hand slides under my kilt, wrapping around my cock. Blood rushes south and I throb in his grasp.

“How long have you wanted it?” he coaxes, leaning forward to trap my nipple between his teeth.

I can’t fucking think. Any reason why I shouldn’t be doing this has vanished into thin air. I was wrong. I can’t behave myself. My brain has fully checked out.

Noah squeezes the head of my cock, forcing my attention back on him, his grey eyes raging like a hurricane as he smirks up at me.

I swallow and tell him the truth I’m only now realising. “Since you got here.”

“What are you waiting for?”

“It’s a bad idea.”

“Why? I can stick to a one-night thing. Can you?”

“I can,” I say through clenched teeth. That’s not the problem, though. Last night he told me no, and now he’s here pinning me against the wall like that never happened. I want to know what changed his mind, but he starts stroking his hand up and down my cock, and I can barely breathe.

He smiles sweetly, and I don’t trust it for a second. “I have rules.”

“Of course you do,” I mutter.

“No kissing.”

I stare at his pink lips. I want them. I want to pin him to the bed and bite that plump bottom lip to draw out his moans. But it seems like we’re doing things on his terms, so I begrudgingly nod in agreement.

“No touching my cock.”

I frown at him. That’s … new.

“No making me come.”

What?

“Is that a kink you like?” I ask hesitantly.

“Sure,” he agrees.

“Fine, no kissing, no touching your cock, and no making you come. Anything else, little prince?”

“Just try to go hard.” He releases my cock and takes a step away.

Try? Like he’s suggesting I can’t? Noah’s about to learn very quickly that I can be whatever my partner needs me to be. If he wants me to be rough with him, then I’m more than happy to put the little brat in his place.

I grab his wrist and spin him around, switching our positions. I shove him face-first against the wall, then press my lips to his shoulder. Not quite a kiss. He tenses, but doesn’t say a word.

Grinning, I keep my mouth against his skin as I slide down his back, slowly dropping to my knees behind him. I nudge him to spread his legs, then grip his right thigh, lifting it out to the side.

“What the hell are you doing?” he squeaks.

“Cuir do làmhan air a’ bhalla,” I say, spreading his arse cheeks.

“What does that mean?” he pants.

“Put your hands on the wall.” I press my face into his sweet scent, flicking my tongue over his hole to see if he tastes as good as he smells.

“Robbie!” Noah lets out a gasp and slaps the wall.

I hum in amusement, running the flat of my tongue through his crease a few times, then tease around his rim, pushing into him until he moans. He reaches back to grab a fistful of my hair, pulling me harder against him. Pain stabs at my scalp where he clings to me, but I have no intention of stopping him as my cock kicks eagerly under my kilt.