“Do you want to go home?”
I shook my head. Porn I wanted him so damn much. His room was small, a little untidy, but cozy in a homely kind of way. “David Reid” I whispered. Um, you get scary when you’re playing, but scared when we. …” he trailed off. Scott emerged victoriously from his bag with a six-pack of coke. He kept his eyes on our hands. I shrugged. God, this was heaven. His eyes opened and flashed. I wrapped my hand around his cock, and spread the other around his neck, kissing open-mouthed. I swept my own hair back off my face, spraying the carpet with droplets. My legs seemed to know where they were going. It seemed so ridiculous. Dave’s exposed arms were still around me, his skin cold, and I shivered when his body shifted in response to mine.
