I moaned, loud and shameless, arching into his touch. “Fuck, Marcus, yes, squeeze them harder, make them yours,” I begged, feeling the rough pads of his thumbs circle my areolas, teasing the pebbled peaks until they ached with oversensitivity.

He broke the kiss, eyes black with lust. “I’ve jerked off thinking about you in those tiny bikinis at barbecues,” he confessed, voice wrecked, his breath hot against my lips. “Imagined bending you over the grill while your dad flipped burgers ten feet away, sliding my cock into this tight little pussy and feeling you clench around me.”

“Same,” I panted, my hands roaming his chest, nails scraping over his hardened...