you say money isnt everything
They're both really in this now, aren't they? Her leg his hooked around his hip, keeping him from pulling away too much but allowing him to press deeper. It feels amazing and then she's asking for it harder. He can only give her what she wants. That's part of the deal. He tucks one arm under her, pulling her up so he can fuck her properly. He hisses softly when her nails drag across his chest and his thrusts stutter when they ghost over his nipples. He's already too worked up and he cant imagine he'll last very long. He'll make it up to her by going down on her again. She earns a little growl from him as her nails dig into his ass for a moment. He'd laugh if he wasn't you know.. fucking or whatever.
And then she's looking up at him and he's looking down at her. It feels almost too intimate. And then she's leaning up, kissing along his jaw. The closer she gets to his mouth, the more his heart rate picks up. He knows where this is going and it never gets less awkward. But, he can play it off. He always does. Locke finds her wrists, pulling them up and over her head, pinning her down as sits up more. The man picks his pace up once again as his grip tightens on her wrists.
Even as sweat beads on his brow, even as he moans and grunts and pants above her, he's trying to figure out how to get out of this with the least amount of causalities. All he has to do is finish and leave. Don't be weird. He's pretty sure he can do that. Hazel eyes meet green for only a moment before forces himself to look away. Just a little bit more.
but i'd like to see you live without it
LOCKE
