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“Wait, I’m coming to bed too.” He rushes to turn the console off and follows me up the stairs.

I feel him at my back as I stand on the landing, looking between his bedroom and the spare room. I know where I should go. I told him I could stick to a one-night stand. I’ve never had a problem with it before. As soon as I’m done with a man, I never want to see him again.

But Robbie’s not some stranger. He’s been part of my life for the past twelve years—whether I saw him much or not. He’s my brother’s best friend, and he isn’t going anywhere.

I’ve already messed up. I tip my head back and find him staring down at me. It can’t get any worse.

I turn to face him, placing a hand on his chest. “Same rules as before. No kissing, no touching, no making me come.” Holding on to that sliver of control feels like I’m not fully slipping, but I have this stupid urge to make him feel good after what happened today.

I grab him by the shirt and drag him into his bedroom.

ROBBIE

“On the bed,” Noah demands.

I glance over at the bed, then back at him, hesitating. “You said it was a one-time⁠—”

“Rob. Do you wanna fuck or not?”

It’s been a long day, I’m exhausted, and my nervous system is shot. I blame that for the way my cock perks up at Noah’s authoritative tone, and the way I fold instantly. “Yes.”

“Good, get on the bed and hold on to the headboard, like a good puppy.”

I move to kneel on the bed, willing to do just about anything he asks, even if I am a little confused. We haven’t discussed preferences—in fact, we haven’t discussed anything except for his rules, but Noah taking charge is certainly doing something to me.

I press my chest to the mattress and arch my spine so my arse pops out, then wrap my hands around the metal bars on my headboard. I look at him expectantly, waiting for more instructions.

He stands there, his mouth hanging open. “What are you doing?” he rasps.

“What you asked me to do.”

“On your back.”

Oh.

My ears heat. I release the headboard, rolling over onto my back to grab it again.

Noah shakes his head as he slides his pyjamas down. His soft cock and balls bounce as he climbs on the bed. He straddles my legs and grabs my waistband, tugging until I lift so he can pull my joggers and jock off, throwing them on the floor.

He crawls back over me, grabbing my semi and opening his mouth, letting his wet tongue loll out. I shudder as saliva drips down onto my tip, and any reservations I have vanish completely. He rolls his hand over my length, using his spit to ease the glide. Without warning, he bends down and swallows me to the root, holding me there as his tongue snakes around my shaft. Blood surges into my cock, swelling and filling his mouth, pushing down the back of his throat until there’s not an inch left to discover.

I can’t help but worry that he’ll choke himself again. He told me to hold on to the headboard, so I assume he doesn’t want me touching him at all, or taking charge. That doesn’t mean I can’t have my own rules.

“Noah—sweetheart, fuck,” I gasp as he pulls off me with a wet pop.

“What.”

“I think we should talk first⁠—”

“About what?” he asks, voice dripping with faux innocence as he brushes a finger along the length of my cock, making it twitch.

“You want to be in charge?”

He raises an eyebrow, his eyes flicking to my hands as if to say am I not already?

“You can do whatever you want to me, but no using my cock for breath play unless I’m in control.”

“Why?” he scowls.