When we got to our house, Thorn dragged me inside, and I barely had time to lock the door before my arms were filled again with an eager, hot body. I damn near forgot my name as Thorn sucked on my tongue, then latched onto my neck like some sort of vampire.
I wrapped his legs around my waist and squeezed his ass, trying not to trip over my feet as I carried him to my bedroom. I sat on the edge of the mattress and let Thorn push me down.
“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he murmured while removing my shirt so he could rub his hands up and down my chest and pinch my n*****s.
It was an erotic sight, seeing his light, almost milk-colored, freckled skin against mine, a contrast that made me even harder with want. He’d gotten a little sunburn here and there, since as far as I
