The front door clicked shut. Silence. Then Jamie’s hands were on Kevin’s chest, shoving him back against the wall. “Finally,” she breathed, her voice husky. “No roommates. No interruptions.” Her fingers hooked into the waistband of his jeans, feeling the solid bulge of his cock already straining against the denim.

Kevin’s hands slid under her shirt, cupping her tits. He thumbed her nipples through the lace of her bra, feeling them pebble into hard little nubs. “You’ve been thinking about this all day, haven’t you?” he growled, leaning down to bite her neck.

“Fuck yes,” Jamie moaned, arching into him. “Thinking about your mouth on my pussy. Your tongue making me cum before you even slide that big dick inside.” She fumbled with his belt, her movements frantic. The leather slid free with a whisper.

He pushed her shirt up and over her head, tossing it aside. His mouth found her tit, sucking the stiff peak through the lace, his tongue swirling. Jamie’s head fell back with a gasp. She could feel her own wetness soaking through her panties, her cunt aching and empty.

“Bedroom. Now,” Kevin ordered, pulling her by the hand. They stumbled down the hall, a tangle of hungry hands and hot skin. He pushed her onto the mattress, kneeling between her legs. His eyes darkened as he looked at her. “Spread those pretty thighs for me.”

Jamie obeyed, hooking her thumbs into the sides of her panties and sliding them down. Her pussy was bare, glistening, her lips swollen and pink. Kevin