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is right outside.
“Yes,” I whimper, losing my breath and wrapping one arm around his
neck, holding him closer.
His tongue, hot and wet, comes out and swirls around the pebbled flesh
of my nipple, teasing me, and his fingers dig into my skin as he goes back
for more, nibbling the whole breast.
I hear laughter outside, and I try to turn my head, but Masen leans into
me, forcing me to arch back as he switches to the other breast, kissing and
dragging the nipple out by his teeth.
I moan, closing my eyes and letting my head fall back. “Masen, we’re
going to get caught.”
But my plea is pathetic, and he knows it. He sucks hard, stretching my
skin, and I want to grind on his dick so badly, but it’s difficult from this
position.
His mouth and teeth explore, tugging and sucking until I’m sure I’m
red, and I lean back up, letting his mouth trail to my neck and back to my
mouth.
I roll my hips, rubbing on him as he kisses and nibbles down my jaw. I
want to feel every inch of him through his jeans. I’m so wet.
He suddenly pulls away from me, and I look to see him pulling his shirt
over his head. I briefly see the rest of the tattoos trailing up his arm and
over his shoulder, as well as the few across his chest and stomach.
He pulls me to him again, pressing his chest against mine. “I want to
feel your skin on mine.”
He palms my breast with one hand while slipping the other down the
back of my shorts and squeezing my ass.
I gaze into his green eyes, both of us breathing hard, but I see him
pause, as if he’s suddenly not sure about something.