I moan, not willing to argue with him, because if this is what trouble looks like I'm okay with it. My hand slips beneath his pants and my fingers skim along his already hardening c**k. He twitches and I smile.
"Roll over," I say, pushing on his shoulder. It's time I pay Huxley back for our night in the hotel.
He smiles and listens quickly once I tug on his jeans again and he figures out what I want. "Normally I would say no. Not before you get yours, but since this has been a fantasy of mine since middle school I'm going to shut up."
"Shutting up is good."
Hucks lies stretched out, his shirt cast to the side and his muscled chest on full display. I start there because I can't stop myself as I reach out and use my tongue against his left n****e. My hands work on his jean button as I li
