Matt

"C'mon, dare me!" Matt shouts with an enthusiastic grin.

You. . . You dont have a dare.

Honestly, you just want to clean up.

"Clean you up?" Matt repeats, almost baffled by your words. You flush, realizing you just said that out loud. You try to take your words back but he's smugly grinning while he pulls you into his lap. You're blushing like a mad man, trying to explain yourself but he isnt listening.

You can feel his cock pulsing against your ass as you're trapped his lap. His hands are firmly on your forearms, holding you firmly in place as he slowly rocks his hips upwards, right against your asshole. You whimper softly, almost imaging him savagely ripping your pants and boxers down so he could **** you on his hot cock.

That smirk never fades from his face as he begins to slowly drag his tongue over the skin of your neck. You shudder, a trembling breath leaves you. Your fingers fumble, grabbing at his shirt and his hands move down the sides of you body so slowly that you cant help but whimper which becomes a loud moan as his hands grab your ass in a firm and dominating grip.

He's eagerly licking your skin, his fingers prodding at where your hole would be if there wasnt clothes in the way. That made you so much hotter, the very idea of him fingering you as he licked you before everyone and you _know _if the clothes werent in the way you would probably eagerly riding his fingers.

Jesus Christ. This was not what you expected to happen when realizing what you stupidly blurted out but this . . .this is so good.

You can feel a fire coiling and burning in your gut. You knew what that meant. You were close to cumming. You were way too close. After everything you've seen and done, it was bound to happen. . . but you never expected the one thing to push you over the edge would be your own childhood friend. You're panting softly into his shoulder, trying in vain to hide how much he's effecting you, and he's now simply rutting his cock against your clothed ass. You can feel his hot breath brushing against your ear and he says something . .

"You'll be mine by the end of tonight. . ."

. . . and you cant stop yourself from cumming from his promise.

Panting heavily, his shirt between your teeth, there's a confident and smug look on his face as he spins the bottle.