Katie pulled her sports bra over her head the second her arse hit the bed, sliding her hands under his boxers, tugging them down. He seemed just as desperate to get her out of her knickers and she was wet, aching and she wanted him inside of her so bad. Groaning, Katie felt his hard length settle against her thigh. It was so close. Her fingers dug into her arse, urging him forward, ignoring his words about her sex life. "Shutup and kiss me," she snapped, sliding her hand over him, guiding him to her center. She sighed when he finally kissed her, groaning against his lips, arching against his cock. So close. This was happening. He was bloody finally going to be in her.
She didn't even hear the door open, so focused on what was about to happen. Lexi's voice penetrated the lust that had filled her and she looked up, seeing her friend over Marcus's shoulder. "Oh God," she groaned, collapsing against the bed, staring at her ceiling in annoyed anger. Sighing, Katie closed her eyes, meeting Marcus's frustrated gaze. She leaned up, gave him an apologetic look, cupped his face and kissed him. "Sorry," she said, shrugging.
Katie pushed Marcus off of her, pulling her sheet up and looking at her friend. She was so bloody frustrated. She grabbed a tank top that was on her bed from earlier and pulled it over her head. She didn't have a lot of modesty and Marcus hadn't gotten her knickers off. Standing up, Katie tossed Marcus his shirt. When Lexi said she needed to talk... Katie couldn't deny her. It didn't happen often.
"What's up?" she asked, voice slightly hoarse from frustration and the pulsing need running through her.