Scott’s P O V :
“Fuck.”
Max moaned softly as I bit his lower lips. Tugging on the hem of his pants, I slowly unbuttoned them while kissing him without a break. Our lips moved in sync, nibbling and sucking while we gasped for air. I winced in pain as his teeth grazed my tongue, and he pulled in closer, slamming my body onto his.
“Mhmmm.”
A groan escaped my lips as the situation reversed and Max took control. His tongue dominated my mouth, moving around, tasting every nook and corner as if he was exploring an unfamiliar terrain.
My grip on his pants got tighter as I pulled it down, revealing his hard on which was restrained by the black boxer. The bulge was already visible, and I slowly ran my fingers across the outline, making Max shiver in pleasure.
“Hahn.”
Moaning aloud, Max broke
