"Come on," Locke murmurs, his voice rough with need, “On your knees, baby.”
“What about Jade, though?” I say. “What if she walks in?”
“I heard her snoring through the door. She’s out for the rest of the night – so be a good girl and do as I say now.”
Without any more hesitation, I slide off the cushions and onto the rug, the fabric rough against my bare skin, my pulse hammering as I settle between his spread thighs. His c**k strains against his jeans, thick and insistent, and I reach up with trembling fingers to free it, wrapping my hand around the hot, veined length that pulses in my grip.
The head glistens in the dim light, and I lean in, my tongue flicking out to taste the saltiness before I take him into my mouth, lips stretching around his girth as I suck him deeper.
Locke groan
