“Won’t someone hear us?” I ask, remembering what it was like as a teenager sneaking around. “Not if you’re quiet.” He dares me with his words and his actions as he sucks on my nipple, making me gasp as sensations ripple through me, down to my core. I grip his hair and pull. “I love it when you pull my hair.” He smiles against my skin and then gives a nip. I reward him with another tug as I grind against him. “And when you rub like that over the tip of my cock, it feels like fucking heaven. Do it again.” I do as he requested, listening as he moans my name like I’m a damn queen needing praise.
