It’s not a gentle kiss.

It’s demanding and hungry, his tongue sliding past my lips to claim my mouth while his hands pull me flush against his hard chest.

I let out a soft moan, melting into the heat of him, my hands gripping his bare shoulders.

Behind me, Chris moves closer.

His breath warms the back of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine.

His lips brush the curve of my shoulder, while his hands settle around my waist and pull me against him.

I’m completely sandwiched between them.

I’ve fucked quite a good number of men. I’ve had wild, filthy nights with my friend, but this? This...