Hands, slipping over my side, the feeling of his five-o'clock shadow brushing against the sensitive skin of my neck.
Goosebumps rushed across my skin as he placed a soft kiss on the side of my neck.
Roy.
Leaning back against this front, I felt his hand slip up the hem of my shirt, rough fingers grazing across my skin, palm slipping up over my breast, his other hand slipping south, dipping beneath the fabric of my shorts. His breathing was rough, teeth grazing against my neck, his hips pressing forward against my behind, stationing my body against his as his fingers--
Charles.
He was standing over us, watching.
Stiffening, I tugged at Roy's arm, to stop him, to tell him that we weren't alone, but he wasn't listening, hand working between my thighs, forcing my back to arch. Humiliate
