Brooklyn's POV
One of Scott's hands left my waist to sweep my hair onto the other shoulder, then his mouth was on mine in a heated frenzy while my body was pushed up against the brick wall.
My hands scrapped against the rough exterior of the brick wall, he ground his c**k against my ass, my eyes closing while he still kissed me.
"I can't wait any longer." He whispered breathlessly. His lips leaving mine to leave open mouth kisses on my shoulder and neck.
I could feel that he was hard, just like he was hours before, it was like a steel rod in his pants.
I groaned as he bunched up my skirt and dipped his hand down into my slick folds. His fingers moved like hot pokers to my c**t, almost like earlier was just his practice round.
There wasn't any hiding the fact that I was wet, his touch
