JOSH.

“You’re shaking again,” Louis murmured against my mouth, voice low and amused as he backed me through the bedroom doorway. “Still going to pretend it’s not for me?”

I shoved him.

Hard.

His back hit the edge of the mattress and he went down easily, almost willingly, eyes dark with something that looked far too much like anticipation. The dress rode up my thighs as I climbed after him, knees bracketing his hips, the lace between my legs already soaked and clinging. My cock strained against it, thick and leaking, every shift sending a fresh smear of precome across the fabric.

“Shut up,” I breathed, and kissed him like...