Noah's POV
My phone won't stop ringing.
Kieran's mouth is on my chest now, lips dragging over one nipple while his fingers are buried deep inside me. His palm grinds against my slick hole as he curls his digits just right, making my thighs tremble around his waist.
I can't think straight, or at all. My heart is racing, my hands holding the head of the couch as I hang on for dear life, trying to endure the storm that is Kieran.
"Did you hear what I said, love?"
I don't even think I can hear.
"Hmm?"
Kieran chuckles into my skin and kisses my sternum. I squeal as his tongue slides up. He kisses my jaw, my cheek, my lips. His mouth finds my ear.
"I said answer him," he growls, pulling my nipple into his mouth again, sharp teeth just brushing.
"Are you serious?" I gasp, back arching as he sucks hard enough to bruise. "You want me to talk to Logan? Right now?"
He lifts his head. There's mischief burning in his eyes. "I want him to know exactly who owns you."
