I feel his hips move between my legs, forcing them apart as he rolls them forward once. Our tongues are tangled as his teeth sink into my bottom lip, pulling it playfully as he rolls his hips again. “Wes,” I moan when footsteps sound down the hallway. “What the fuck is going on? I heard Skyla screaming and—” Ronan’s words are cut short when he rounds the corner. I’m sure it’s quite a sight. The usually pristine kitchen is coated with enriched flour while I’m dry humping his bond brother on the floor. Then again, with how soaked my panties currently are, there is nothing dry about this humping.
