Furious, short jerks of his hips hallmarked our few, fast minutes together; drunk s*x was usually bad s*x, and I was perfectly okay with that. Dennis shivered and tensed above me, and I clamped down on his c**k with a weak o****m as his hips clung to mine.
Panting harshly, I could barely register how quickly it’d come and gone- but that thought brought a breathless giggle wrenching from my throat.
“Drunk s*x sucks.” Blood filled my cheeks at Dennis’ mumble, and he licked my neck and collar bone with all of his tongue. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“I’m s- so… I’m gunna- wait… I can. I can. I’m going to… bruise… my breath- breathy air tube… thing…” Fumbling over my words, my giggles bounced off the roof as Dennis’ drunken, hoarse laughter reverberated against my chest. “Shut up-“
“No- you s
