Chapter 45

We barely made it around the corner before I pushed Bulldog against the brick wall and took his mouth with such pent up need, his lip split. Our arms around each other, hands kneading butts as we strained and moaned, getting as close as we could without being naked. Bulldog lifted a leg to wrap around my thigh as we ground against each other, hard cocks rubbing and throbbing, and my head about to explode.

His tongue and mine danced together, and it wasn’t long before I lost it in my pants, like a damn fifteen-year-old. The sounds coming from Bulldog announced his own release and made me want to fuck him, good and proper this time, just to hear them again.

I leaned back a bit, the light bulb a little further down the alley we were in helping me see Bulldog’s wet, abused lips and those chocolate brown eyes boring into mine. His chest heaved erratically, and it felt good being the focus of such need. This didn’t feel like a cheap one-off. I wanted more.