Oakley POV
I wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses my lips, and it tastes so good. Hard to admit but it’s better than the cake I tasted earlier. It causes explosions throughout me, as the kiss deepens and my body works at its own accord. His soft fingertips stroke my ass cheek while the kiss between us hardens, leaving no breath in my lungs. I pull away a moan leaves my lips as he lays me down on the bed. He uses quick movements to get his clothes off but when he does, it's like I’ve seen his body for the first time. I touch his abs as I rake my eyes up and down. His c**k springing up as soon as he removes his briefs. “do you want to play or do you just want to make love?” I look at the time that reflects off of the clock on the wall and I can see myself being late for Jess and Dylan.
