“I’m going to rip off your clothes, and then I’m going to drop to my knees and worship that thick cock of yours until you start speaking in tongues. Then I’m going to bend over the couch and spread myself open for you.”

We hadn’t really discussed our positions in bed (or on the couch, or in an Uber, or on a train with green eggs and ham), but I was vers, so I figured I’d adapt to whatever Noah wanted, although I did enjoy bottoming more often than I did topping. There was just something about the lack of control, the feeling of being stretched open and used by a man thrusting deep inside me—it was unmatched. And I wanted Noah to be that man. I wanted him pushing at my walls, bucking into me, looking down in my eyes as he filled me with come.

Noah leaked some more. My words must have had a pretty powerful effect. I used my forefinger to wipe it up, then brought it up to my lips and sucked, tasting the salty-sweet excitement on my tongue. Noah’s eyes went wide. He opened his mouth. I rubbed his bottom lip, spreading the precome across him before he sucked my finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue around me.

I nearly came right then and there.

Thankfully, the driver was just pulling into my driveway, my busted-ass car sitting there being useless. He parked, and we practically rolled out of the car, ushering some quick thanks his way and hurrying to the front door, where I fumbled with my keys while Noah wrapped his arms around my waist, rubbing into me from behind with his mouthwatering erection. I arched back, pushing my ass into him. The driver was still reversing out of my driveway and surely got a mini show, but I didn’t care. We were home, and that meant I was seconds away from getting Noah’s naked body against mine.

Our lips locked the second we were inside and the door was shut. I swallowed a moan from Noah, my hand going under his shirt and rubbing his back, feeling the soft skin, which was a contrast to the hard-as-steel cock that pressed against my leg as we stumbled our way back to the couch.

“God, I could barely contain myself in that Uber,” I admitted, my hands moving down and going inside of Noah’s shorts, rubbing on his firm cheeks. “I nearly straddled you the entire way here.”

“That would have been a five-star ride for sure.”

“Yeah, maybe for you, but my passenger rating would have probably tanked.”

Noah chuckled, leaning up to kiss on my neck. Massive bolts of electricity coursed through each spot that his lips touched. “Would have been worth it, though.”

“True, true,” I said. “Now, get the hell out of these clothes so I can play with you the right way.”