It seems, however, that I'm not the only one affected by our proximity. Morris, composed, calm, critical to a fault, is kissing me like a starved man. His tongue forces its way into my mouth, and I let out a groan as he licks the inside of my mouth as if nothing is enough for him. I rub my legs together, my need building, and he slams me into the wall, my hands pinned above my head. He lifts his knee, forcing my legs apart, and even though we're both wearing jeans, it doesn't matter.
I slide along his knee shamelessly, seeking pleasure as his hand gropes my chest. I'm already so wound up that the friction from both ends is driving me to the edge. His hand is moving underneath my uniform, seeking my n****e, and when he finds it, he pinches the hardened nub so painfully that I gasp in his m
