Chapter 2
Daniel’s POV.
Shit!
Frozen in place on top of him, my ass still planted heavy on that thick bulge in his jeans, I stammered out some bullshit excuse, my face burning hot like fire as the words tumbled messy and desperate from my spit-slick lips.
“f**k, Derek… it’s the alcohol, man, I got carried away, I didn’t mean to do any of that s**t, I swear, I just lost control for a second because you were lying there looking so f*****g—” i stopped before I say more bullshit
My heart was slamming against my ribs so hard it felt like it might burst, sweat already pouring down my temples and mixing with the spit dripping from my chin onto his neck while my c**k throbbed painfully hard against his trapped bulge, leaking so much pre-c*m that the front of my jeans felt soaked and sticky.
