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“It’s a hard limit.” And because I don’t trust you.

He opens his mouth as if to argue before snapping it shut again, jaw ticking. “Condom and lube?”

I nod to my right. “In there.”

He crawls over me to open the drawer, pulling out what he needs—and something he doesn’t. He dangles a strap-on harness from the tip of his finger, looking at it with curiosity.

His eyes lock onto mine, and I give a sheepish smile. I wait for him to question me, but he just drops it with a thud, then shuts the drawer, a little more aggressively than needed. He knows I’m pan. And after what happened earlier it’s safe to say he now knows I’m vers. I like to be prepared ...

“What do you want from me?” I ask as he straddles me again, trying to get some kind of communication going so things don’t end the same as last time.

“I want you to shut up and enjoy yourself.” He fists my cock, running his hand up and down a few times before rolling the condom on and pouring lube over my length and his fingers. Frowning in concentration, he reaches behind to loosen himself up.

My triceps ache from holding on to the headboard for so long, but I refuse to let go. The thought of being immobile while Noah uses my body winds me up so tight that I’m already on the edge.

He places one hand on my stomach and the other on my cock, guiding it to his hole. I can’t help my whimper as his tight ring slowly stretches over my cockhead. He leans forward, resting his hands on my pecs as he takes more of me, and I have to bite my lip to stay quiet. The whole broody thing he has going on right now, with that crease between his brows just visible behind his black curls, is making it difficult not to grab him by the hips and slam up into him.

His movements are short and measured, taking a little more of me every time he drops down. Just as I think I might explode if I don’t move, Noah’s arse meets my thighs, and he grinds on me.

He’s been silent until now, but as he thrusts his hips forward he lets out a breathy moan that has my eyes flicking straight to his cock. It plumps up, smacking against my stomach as he rides me faster. It’s not long before he’s rock hard, leaving a sticky line of precum in the hair of my happy trail.

I try to think about anything but coming as he rides me like it’s life or death. But then he suddenly stops, slapping a hand on my pec in frustration. “Why?” he growls.

“Why what?” I pant.

“It doesn’t happen like this, I don’t let it.”

“I don’t understand.”

“This!” He gestures to his straining erection.

That doesn’t really give me anything to go on. I assumed it was a kink—like when people want to be used and not let themselves finish. But now I’m getting a sinking feeling that it’s more than that.

With the mood doing a full one-eighty, I let go of the headboard and sit up. It’s a little awkward with him still impaled on me, but I hold him in place, and he doesn’t try to pull off. “You don’t have to do anything, we can stop right now.”

Taking a deep, shuddering breath, he shakes his head, placing a hand on my shoulder as he grinds against me. “I need you to be rough with me.”

I search his face to see if he’s serious. I know I should stop this, but just as I’m about to move him off me, he grabs my throat, squeezing tight.

“I want you to take me, Rob,” he demands, rolling his hips.

I can’t think. The pressure around my cock and neck as he moves makes it impossible to stop. My hands make their way down his back to the globes of his arse, kneading them as he fucks himself on me.

I’m so gone as I give my body up to him that when Noah slaps me across the face, it takes a second to realise what’s happened. My cock kicks inside him, and I think I come a little from the sting.

“Do something!” Noah snaps.

I can’t recall a single person I’ve been with who’s been this bossy. He claws at my chest and bites his lip, whining pitifully. God, I want to give him everything he wants.

I push to my knees, flipping Noah onto his back. His hand slips from my throat and his thighs go slack. I grab his hips, raising him slightly, then slam into him.

His mouth opens on a gasp, and I stare at his swollen bottom lip. There are two little dents where he’s been biting it. I want to take it between my teeth and hold him in place as I fuck into him. But that would break his rules, so I go for his neck instead.

“Yes,” he gasps as I bite down, sucking his skin as he clings to me. The taste of his sweat bursts on my tongue, and I don’t think I ever want to let go.

“Fuck, Rob. Harder.”

I grab his wrists and pin them above his head, holding them in place with one hand as the other curls around his neck. He manages a low groan before I squeeze just hard enough to cut it off.