Nick
I brought my mouth back to his, capturing his lips again while my hand slid down to his waist, biting, licking the salty skin.
Cyan arched up with a slutty gasp, grinding his leaking hard on against me faster.
Sparks flared behind my eyelids. I let out a low groan into his mouth, my ego completely collapsing as I began to grind back against him, matching his rhythm.
"Nick—fuck, I haven't dry-humped like a desperate whore since college," he panted again my mouth. "I usually get straight to sucking dick or getting fucked, but—fuck, keep doing that."
"You're not getting that from me tonight," I groaned against his throat, my lips dragging over his warm skin.
Cyan let out a breathy laugh, his fingers pulling my head back up. "We'll see about that."
He laughed breathlessly, then yanked my mouth back to his. Our kiss turned sloppy and obscene, tongues fucking each other's mouths while our hips met frantically.
