painted black.

Noah Bevan is a starving 28-year-old artist, originally from Belfast, Northern Ireland. After a fallout with his family over his choice of career, he found himself moving to Vero Beach, Florida in an attempt to finally make it as an artist. He knows how to use his disheveled, ruggedly handsome look and Irish accent in his advantage when it comes to the ladies — but when you look past that, sometimes he just wants for someone to take interest in his true passion, art, rather than his looks. BIO | IRP | PARAS | PEOPLE

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Dinner dates | Noah & Brooke

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"Oh, 'ladies first'? That philosophy is one I completely abandoned after what you put me through earlier," Noah teased, voice clouded with lust. He was barely able to get the words out, and they were immediately followed by a loud moan as another shiver of pleasure went down his spine as her hands scratched at his back.

Deciding to completely forgo talking, he gently nibbled on her neck, all the while slowly and steadily thrusting into her. The pace was nearly torturous, and it took all of his power of will not to go harder and faster. But then she started bucking her hips into his, making it nearly impossible to stay determined. "Fuck," he muttered and placed a nearly desperate kiss on her lips, allowing himself to comply to her body's request of more creating more friction between them; quickening his pace as a result. He was nearly there, and so was she.

A hand snaked in between them, fingers ferosciously rubbing her clit. Now, he wanted her to finish, just so he could let himself follow her. Finally, he felt her inner muscles contract around him. He responded to her kiss and continued thrusting, harder and faster still, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. She broke the kiss only to scream his name and buck her hips even harder into his, earning a smirk against her neck in return.

Noah drew a sharp breath, only for it to come out as a loud moan and a wave of cursing as he came too, pulsating inside of her. It had been a long time since he came this hard with anyone; not even the first time with Brooke being able to compare. His stomach tightened, hips twitching, until he finally collapsed on top of her, whispering her name and sweet nothings into her ear, waiting for his heartbeat to slow down and the sweat to stop trickling down his forehead.

Maybe all of the waiting and build-up and torture had been worth it after all.

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Upon hearing that she was close, he slowed. Noah pressed his tongue against her clit and batted at it slowly and purposefully before stopping. He crawled on top of Brooke and hovered over her, staring at her glazed expression through his own heavy-lidded eyes. Her prettiness was somehow enhanced by the moment, mostly magnified by the fact that he felt so much more in control than the last time. This was a nice change.

“But I’m not”, he muttered, pressing his mouth to hers briefly before stripping off his unbuttoned jeans and tossing them aside. “So, you’ll have to wait.” Noah reached into the top drawer of his nightstand, blindly fumbling around for a moment before he found what he was looking for, a triumphant grin taking form on his lips. After tearing the foil, he quickly slid the condom on, desperate to be inside of her.

Payback indeed. Without waiting for confirmation, Noah slid back and pressed his erection against Brooke’s entrace, staring at her, waiting…

And then he pushed in and thrust slowly — once, twice, three times… this was much better than the teasing, and Noah was privately glad it was his turn now. He gradually moved faster, although the tension in the moment had him idling at painfully slow movements for a while. In minutes, he’d built up a comfortable speed. If she had been close a moment ago, he was there now, although he didn’t say so. He just groaned softly and thrust harder.

“Almost”, he gasped, his hands, balled into fists, pressed into the sheets. His breath came in shudders. “Almost there.”

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How's it going, Vero?

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How fast can you get here?

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I'd say pretty quickly, if I leave now…

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How's it going, Vero?

[brooklyn-campbell]

Well… it required less to none clothing, a bit of a workout and quite possibly a bed or a shower. Why? What did you have in mind?

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Oh, no, I don't think I have anything else in mind. You seemed to have done quite all right when it comes to the planning on your own. When can I come over?

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Please, Noah? As soon as the pleading words he had been longing to hear escaped Brooke's mouth, Noah couldn't really do much but oblige. "Your wish is my command, milady." As much fun as the teasing had been up until now, he wasn't sure he could have taken it much longer either. And the way her body was practically vibrating at his touch told he she was in the same state.

And so, he finally buried his face between her thighs, slowly licking along her soaking wet entrance just once before taking her with his tongue; alternating between moving his tongue inside of her and licking at her clit. He wasn't done tormenting her quite yet; and was planning on stopping as soon as he'd taken her nearly to the edge of release.

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How's it going, Vero?

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Oh, well um it’s nice to see you out and about again. Work at the diner has been absolute shit. Al’s killing me I swear. Jean’s been at Sam’s… a lot. She’s barely home so I’m lonely. Feel like visiting me more often?

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Did you have something specific in mind for such visits?

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How's it going, Vero?

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Whichever one that kept you from seeing the light of day I suppose. Was it for a buyer?

[noahvangogh-blog]

Oh, that one. Yeah, it's finished. And no, it wasn't an order, unfortunately. Hopefully someone wants to pay a few bucks for it, though. I could use the cash.

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How's it going, Vero?

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Finished your painting boyfriend?

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Which one?

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How's it going, Vero?

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"Payback is a bitch", Noah mumbled while tugging at her panties and finally sliding them down over her thighs. He would have been lying if he claimed that her begging and moaning didn't make him grow more impatient as well. But he knew that the slow torture would end up paying off eventually, hopefully with both of them getting what they wanted.

Even though her panties were now off, Noah placed a few more kisses around her belly button before moving his lips lower once more. He stopped for a moment, his face hovering just above her wetness. The scent was almost intoxicating, making his erection ache even further, but he wasn't going to give her what she wanted just yet. Not without a little effort on her part. "Say please", he whispered and looked up at her, voice clouded with lust.

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Anyone seen my boyfriend?

[brooklyn-campbell]

Okay maybe I missed you a lot. How’s the painting going? Almost done?

[noahvangogh-blog]

See, that's more like it. And yes, it's almost done. Why do you ask?

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Anyone seen my boyfriend?

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Oh? What are you painting? Only a little bit.

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Nothing involving nudity. And I think you meant "quite a bit".

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Anyone seen my boyfriend?

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Haven’t seen you in a while boyfriend. Where have you been?

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Just painting. I take it you missed me?

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Anyone seen my boyfriend?

Paging Noah Bevan.

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You rang?

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A small chuckle escaped Noah's lips as the result of Brooke's plea, briefly interrupting his actions. He stopped to look up at her, cocky grin on his lips. "You know you don't mean that", he said, before returning to what he'd been doing.

She was still wearing underwear, but he decided to ignore it for now, leaving it for fixing a little later. Instead he went on to plant kisses on her lower stomach and inner thighs, making sure to avoid any contact with her heated core whatsoever, in spite of what her body was trying to tell him to do. Once thought he'd tortured her enough, he let his fingers trail along the soft skin on her stomach, only to latch on to the waistline of her panties.

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"Mhm", Noah mumbled against Brooke's lips, as he tried his best to ignore how good her hand felt going down his chest. He too had been waiting for this all night, but he was determined to stay focused and not completely lose himself in desire just yet. Her hands moved to his pants, working swiftly to remove them. As desperately as he needed to be inside of her, Noah also wanted to stick with his plan of prolonging the moment.

Grabbing onto her hands, not letting her complete what she had been trying to do, Noah slowly shook his head. "Not yet", he whispered before allowing his lips to move down her jaw and neck. He spared a moment to kiss her newly exposed breasts, tongue teasing the bare skin, before continuing to trail his mouth down her stomach. The sounds she was making were almost driving him insane, but he wasn't about let it stop him from reaching his target.