Chapter 36 Her Boyfriend's Friend (2)

• I pulled off Tyler’s cock with a wet pop, my lips slick with spit and his precum, a string of it stretching from my mouth to his tip before it snapped. His quiet moans still echoed in my ears, his huge dick throbbing in front of me, all shiny from my work. I stood up slow, my knees popping from the tile, and pressed myself against him, my tight T-shirt brushing his chest, my hard nipples poking through like little invitations. His eyes were wide, dark, darting between me and the door, but I didn’t care—I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, my tongue shoving into his mouth, letting him taste himself on me.
• “Fuck, you’re so hot,” I whispered against his lips, my voice low and filthy as I slid my hand down, wrapping my fingers around his cock again. It was still slick, pulsing in my grip, and I started stroking him, slow at first, my red-polished nails glinting as I worked him root to tip. “Feel that? So fucking thick—bet it’s aching for me, huh?” I teased, my thumb circling the head, smearing the bead of precum leaking out, making him hiss into my mouth. His tongue fought back, sloppy and desperate, his hands finally landing on my hips, squeezing like he didn’t know what else to do.
• “Shit, Nelly,” he groaned, breaking the kiss for a second, his voice all shaky and rough. “You’re gonna get us caught—Jake’s right fucking there.” But he didn’t pull away, just kissed me harder, his lips crashing into mine, sucking my bottom lip like he couldn’t stop. I grinned into it, pumping his dick faster, my hand sliding smooth and wet, the sound of it—soft, slick, dirty—mixing with our breaths. “Let him catch us,” I murmured, biting his lip, tugging it before letting go. “I want this cock too bad—feel how hard you are for me? You’re dripping all over my fingers, you nasty boy.”