Noah's POV
I bite down on the pillow, hard, trying to muffle the sound tearing out of my throat as the orgasm crashes over me.
My toes curl as my vision whites out and my whole body trembles.
Kieran is still between my legs, licking slow, lazy stripes up my inner thighs. His mouth is warm against my skin, his breath hot. He trails kisses upward, past my hips, my stomach, until he's hovering over me again—sweaty, flushed, glowing like sin with that crooked smile I hate loving.
He pulls the pillow gently from my face, his eyes gleaming with mischief.
"If we keep going like this," he pants, "we might eventually graduate to bed sex."
I laugh, chest still heaving. "Shut up."
I slide my hand into his hair, grip the sleek hairs tight, and yank him down for a kiss. He moans into my mouth as I kiss him deeply and messily, claiming the taste of myself on his tongue.
The couch groans beneath us.
