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I’m sweaty and trembling by the time I feel his hips start to stutter against me. He reaches around and strokes my clit and I know better than to tell him I don’t think I can come again. His skin is slick against my back, and I listen to his dirty words.

“Come on, honey. I need you to come one more time. Tell me you want me to come in your pussy. Tell me how much you want to be mine.”

I give myself to the filthiness of the moment repeating his words like the good girl I apparently am.

“I want it, come all over me, Noah.”

His hand slaps my ass and I clench hard against him.

“Not all over you, honey. I’m going to come inside your pussy. I’m going to fuck you so much you’ll be dripping with me for days and you won’t doubt who you belong to.”

I suck greedy lungfuls of air, as he pinches my clit, making me shake apart. I hear him groan behind me, grinding his hips into my ass to get deeper while he shoots stream after stream of come.

When he slips out of me and bundles me close, I’m too tired to worry about what this might mean. Or what I might expect when I go to Luka’s apartment tomorrow to organize his pantry.

Chapter 8 - Luka

Noah is on cloud nine. It’s the only way I could think of to describe how my best friend is acting. Last night it took all my willpower not to let myself into his apartment so I could watch him go after our girl. She wasourgirl; it was just a matter of time until she was fully on board with the plan.

“You want more food?” He asks me, getting up to load his plate. He’d brought over ingredients to make a big breakfast, a grin plastered to his face.

“Nah, man. I can’t eat like you.” As a defensive tackle, Noah has to be huge and the sheer volume of food he eats to keep the machine running is mind-boggling. As a cornerback, I can eat but I need to be able to move on the field.

Something about my words must be amusing because his smile gets bigger. I guess he’s not thinking about eating food anymore.

“What time is Libby coming over here to look at your pantry?” he asks, scooping eggs onto his plate with some fruit.

“She’ll be here at noon.” Unlike Noah, I didn’t have to make a mess for her to clean up. I’m naturally disorganized. I don’t cook a lot, so the pantry connected to my kitchen is just a place I dump stuff I don’t want to see on the counters.

“You sure you don’t want me here when she comes over?”

I shake my head and laugh. “Dude, I’m surprised you even let her go back to her place this morning.”

Noah blushes and I think of how sweetly she wiggled on my lap while he ate her out earlier this week. I want that again. I want her pinned between us, moaning those sweet little moans like she’s losing her mind.

“She’s bossy. Said she needed to go get fresh clothes and all the materials for your place.” I try to suppress the urge to fidget. After she’d left Noah’s on Monday, leaving both of us with hard dicks and nothing to show for it, she’d followed up the next day, asking if I was still interested in organization services. I love her entrepreneurial spirit. Each call and one visit had been so professional. Libby had walked around my kitchen taking pictures and drawing ideas on a tablet; all while completely ignoring the fact that I know exactly how her tits feel in my hands.

“Hmm, I like bossy.”

Noah laughs and shoves eggs into his mouth.

“You sure you’re good with this, Luka? Going for the same girl? I know we’ve fucked girls before, but this feels different.”

“You don’t want to share anymore?” I ask. I was worried last night he might change his mind after he had time alone with her. Hell, I wouldn’t blame him. Libby fucking Bardot was a wet dream and the girl next door all rolled into one. She was sweet and so fucking sexy.

“I didn’t say that. I just mean being together. Not just sex. I want more with her.”

“I’m not just in it to get my dick wet, Noah. I like the idea of dating a girl together. If you’re cool with it, I want to try.”

“Yeah?”

I reach out and he bumps my fist. “Yeah, man. Going to give it my all.”

He looks a little predatory when he smiles. “Good, she can take it.”

***

“So, I think the bones of the pantry are great. I think you have a container and labeling problem. It doesn’t seem like you have a real purpose for this space, it’s mostly storage. I think we should use this half for general storage and then this half for the non-perishable grab-and-go stuff you might want for training.”

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