KENNEDY

He’s hard.

 

I didn’t have to touch to know. Thayer’s actions, his voice, and those green eyes spoke for himself. And I was wet—dripping. I had been aching for him since I ground my ass to his huge cock. His indestructible patience and self-control started to annoy me.

 

“Fuck.” He chugged down half empty of water before he cupped my face, stared at me for a few seconds. I thought he might want to say something. He then dropped his blazing gaze down to my lips. 

 

Voluntarily, my lips parted, my skin already tingling. My nipples were no strangers to man’s lip, yet, they ached to his touch and...