Page 154 of Make Us Yours
~ One Week Later ~
Noah growls from behind me as I bend in half and touch my toes, finishing off my stretches. “You know, this is a bigger torture than not drinking. If I had known this is what I’d have to suffer through before each run, I wouldn’t have agreed to let you jog with me.”
I laugh and straighten, placing my hands on my hips as I turn to him. “Oh, stop it. This,” I gesture to my outfit, “is motivation. Gives you something fun to run after, and who knows, maybe you’ll get lucky once you catch it.” I wink at him before skipping over to Gabe standing in the kitchen, watching me with that adorable grin on his lips.
“You say that like I’m not the one constantly jogging ahead of you.” Noah snorts, and it makes the amused smirk on my lips fall instantly.
“Do you want to get lucky when we get home, Casanova? Because these comments are not winning you any points right now, and I have no issues with taking my offer off the table.” I raise a brow, giving him a look that tells him just how serious I am.
“Nope, shutting up now.” Noah tightens his lips together while waiting for me near the couch.
“That’s what I thought.” I giggle and wrap my arms around my favorite blond boy. “Be good for me.”
“I’m always good for you.” Gabe smiles against my lips before sealing them together.
“Mmm, that you are, Pretty Boy.” I peck his lips one last time then step back. “I’ll see you soon, don’t think of me too much while I’m gone.”
“Impossible not to think of you when you’re wearing that.” He winks as I wander back to Noah’s side, and we head for the elevator.
The truth is, I’ve been purposely wearing very eye-catching and revealing clothes for our morning jogs all week. I could tell it was a bit of a struggle for Noah to get back into his usual routine, so I thought I’d make it a little more fun for him in some way.
Today’s outfit consists of a crisscross type of black sports bra, both in the front and back that was very complicated to get into, and despite my girls being on the very smaller side, they look pretty nice in this top. For my bottom half, I put on these new tight, high-waisted white workout short-shorts I bought two days ago, with string ties on each side that give me one hell of an ass. And of course, I finished the ensemble off with my signature thigh-high white socks and black running shoes.
Honestly, I look hot as hell, and I get why Noah considers this torture to look at.Oh well.
We start off our usual jog with a half hour run through Central Park, where Noah constantly teases me about being slow, then move onto the busy streets not too far from our place. We’re usually gone for a good hour and a half to two hours total, although that’s most likely due to me constantly having to slow down. I swear, every time I call timeout and bend in half to catch my breath, Noah has a good laugh at how not in shape I am. I want to smack him every time, but honestly, I’m just happy to see the old Noah returning.
After my seventh break, I check the time on my phone. It’s only been one hour and twelve minutes, but I’m ready to call it a day. Besides, we’re only ten blocks away from the penthouse; might as well end our jogging session now.
“Are we almost done?” I pant, putting my phone away and taking the last few gulps from my water bottle that I’ve had to refill midway.
Noah throws his head back and laughs. He’s all sweaty as well, yet doesn’t seem nearly as out of breath as I am. “You know, you’re really bad at this.”
“Shut up!” I throw my empty water bottle at him and he catches it effortlessly. “Jesus, you’d think after the workout you two put me through daily, I’d be in much better shape… Apparently not.”
He chuckles and comes to stand behind me, kissing my sticky neck before pinching my ass. “Come on, Kitten. Just ten more blocks, you can do it.”
I yelp and push him away before moving once more. When we reach our building fifteen minutes later, Stanley laughs the moment he sees us coming up the steps. “I take it the workout didn’t go as planned?”
“Stanley, jogging is torture. I don’t know how people do this daily,but I give up,” I declare from my comfy spot on Noah’s back. It took a total of two blocks for me to stop completely and decide I was taking a taxi the rest of the way, to which Noah claimed I was ridiculous and instead offered me a piggyback ride home.
Stanley shakes his head with a chuckle and pulls the door open for us, letting us through. Noah carries me to our private elevator, only setting me down once we’re inside and the doors have shut.
“What am I going to do with you?” he says as he takes a step closer and corners me against the wall behind me next to the button panel.
From the look in his hungry eyes, I can tell exactly where his mind is going, and my body instantly heats in response. “There’s a lot of things you could do with me,” I whisper back as I drag my fingernails up the front of his soaked shirt.
“Is that right?” He smirks, grazing the side of my neck with his lips as I moan softly and tilt my head back. “Have anything in mind?”
“Mmm, a few things.” I claim his lips when they move up to mine. We’re still at the lobby, neither one of us ready to break this moment. “We could go up to the penthouse, and you and Gabe could go feral on me for the next few hours,” I suggest first as I bring my hand back down to the waistband of his shorts. “Or you could be entirely selfish and take me right here, right now in this elevator.” I dip my hand into his shorts, fisting his hard shaft as he moans with pleasure.
If I thought we were fucking a lot all three together, it’s nothing compared to how many times these two corner me one-on-one. Any chance they get, I’m being stripped and railed in places I never even thought would happen. Just yesterday Gabe fucked me while I was bent over inside the cleaning cabinet sorting through the products. And an hour later, Noah sat me over the mini fridge in the gym and ate me out until I was squirting all over the place.
“Fuck the penthouse. Too far,” he mutters as I giggle before capturing my lips once more and pressing his body into mine.
We make out like starved creatures for barely thirty seconds before Noah spins me around, forcing me to let go of his cock, and pushes my front into the wall. His hands move to my shorts, where he rips them down my hips and leaves them right above my knees. Given how tight my shorts were to begin with, the material wraps snuggly around my legs, making it almost impossible to move or spread them. Which I have a feeling was exactly what Noah wanted.
In the next second, his shorts hit the ground, and I feel his fingers sliding through my wet folds before replacing them with the head of his cock. He pushes in swiftly, making me cry out as my eyes roll back. No matter how many times we have sex, the length of his dick always sends the most delicious shiver through my body when heseats himself completely. The same thing happens with Gabe as well, although for him it’s that painful stretch because of how wide he is.
