Hands palmed his hips and Lance arched forward, wanting some sort of contact with the bulge at his jeans. He moaned when he was rewarded with a heavy hand pressing against his erection and another popping open the button and pulling the zipper down.
The hands at his hips shucked him of his jeans and he shivered as cool air wafted over his throbbing erection. Hands slowly began kneading him, rubbing and pressing in all the right areas. His eyes flew open when he felt a hot mouth envelope him. A mouth that didn't belong to Joey's because, hello, kissing Joey!
Lance pulled away from Joey and looked down, moaning at what he saw. JC looked up at him, eyes dark blue and hooded with lust, shiny lips wrapped firmly around his cock. Lance squeezed his eyes shut and turned to Joey, opened them again and asked, "What...what's going on?"
Joey grinned at Lance and whispered, "Happy birthday, baby."
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Brian kissed down his chest, lavishing at a nipple. The brunette beneath him moaned and arched into the touch. Brian nipped and grinned when he heard an intake of breath. Stealthily he made his way down the man�s body, kissing and licking at patches of skin. When he reached the man's cock he lapped at the drop of pre-cum that pearled at the tip, causing the man beneath him to groan and thrust upwards.
Brian placed a hand on the brunette's hips and pinned him to the bed. He took the tip between his lips and sucked lightly. He pulled away and the man beneath him whimpered in protest. "Say please," demanded Brian.
JC looked down at Brian with hooded eyes, his crimson lips swollen and parted. "Please..." he panted.
Brian grinned. "Good boy."
****
Chris looked up at Angela; eyes so dark they were almost black, and grinned. The left side of his mouth twisted up into that knowing smirk and he lowered his chin down between her breasts and rubbed lightly.
Angela gasped and arched up into the touch. The rough scrape of his whiskers burned across her soft skin and sent sparks through her body.
Chris chuckled softly and flicked out his tongue, lapping at the reddened skin that his whiskers had caused. When her eyes fell closed and a low moan escaped her parted lips, Chris looked up at her and asked huskily, "You like that, huh?"
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Joey opened the bathroom door as quietly as he could, steam wafting out into the bedroom. He watched Amy's dark silhouette through the shower glass walls and smirked wolfishly. Quickly he stripped of his clothes, opened the door, and stepped in.
Amy squeaked in surprise, dropping the washcloth, and turned around. She smacked Joey's bicep hard. "Shit, don't fucking scare me like that."
Joey simply stared at her wet, naked body, his erection growing thicker and harder at every glance. Her nipples tightened under his intense gaze and she gasped. He licked his lips and grinned slowly, a gleam of evilness in his eyes.
"Joe...Joey," stuttered Amy. She shivered, despite the scalding hot water, as his eyes traveled over her body.
He stepped forward and pushed his hips against hers, pinning her against the shower wall. He nipped at her neck, a small yelp escaping her lips, and huskily said, "I'm sorry but I just got so damn hard thinking about you in the shower. All naked and wet. I just couldn't help myself."
One hand lifted a leg to wrap around his waist as the other skated in between her thighs, fingers parting and rubbing. Amy whimpered and bit at her lip as Joey dipped a finger inside, testing her wetness.
"So fucking wet," he growled against her ear. He kissed her forcefully, tongue sweeping through and claiming her. He added another finger and steadily worked her into a frenzy.
They stood kissing heatedly, both growing steadily short on breath, and pulled away, gasping for breath, after a few minutes. Joey pulled his fingers away, causing Amy to make a frustrated noise in the back of her throat. He pulled her other leg up around his waist and thrust in smoothly.
Amy moaned and arched her head backwards. Joey nibbled up her neck as he thrusted slowly, his pace growing steadily, and kissed her one last time. "Am I forgiven?"
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�Yo, baby, you�re looking fly tonight,� complimented Justin, prize winning smile set upon his lips. �How bout we go kick it out on the dance floor?�
The girl in question, who hadn�t so much as look Justin�s way, turned around. She looked at Justin blankly before smiling brightly. �Oh, I�m sorry. I must have left my Ebonics to English dictionary at home. Would you mind translating that, please?�