Pistanthrophobia

Let this song whisper your name

Tyler

Josh's tongue slides over my lips, asking for entrance. I of course grant it to him, out tongues are then in a battle for dominance, Josh won.

My hands slide down his body and I pull on his shirt, this kiss getting increasingly more heated. He lifts his arms, allowing me to take his shirt off.

Picking me up in one swift movement, he throws me on the bed, then rips my shirt off.

I quiver at the sense of his touch, as he traces lines down my chest, kissing me and leaving little hickeys all over.

He grinds his hips, pushing his crotch against mine, causing me to moan.

"J-josh p-please." I pant as he slides my sweats off and rubs my crotch.

"What Princess? Use your words." He almost growls.

"F-fuck." Is all I can manage to get out.

He lands a hard slap on my thigh. Causing me to moan again.

"Don't use bad words."

"You told me to use my words." I smirk.

Josh scratches a line down my chest.

"Don't get cheeky you slut."

I nod, partially loving it, partially terrified, I never thought Josh would be like this.

Just as he's pulling my boxers down, there's a knock at the door.

"We will continue this later."

He says, kissing my throbbing member through my boxers.

Fuck.