Cass moaned, wiggling under the weight of the other man in his lap as their lips met over and over. Cass wasn't able to breathe, the other man above him focused on stealing his breath, stealing his senses, and stealing his damn common sense.
Cass should not be doing this. He really shouldn't.
Cass shivered as Edgar's hand gripped the back of Cass' neck tighter, giving it a squeeze. Cass couldn't help the way his hips moved in response and Edgar? Edgar met them in kind, grinding against Cass in a way that had the other man letting out a little whimper of his own.
"Fuck. Baby, you taste so good." Edgar whispered against his lips, staring at Cass, his handsome face flushed, his eyes warm pools of blue. Cass was having a hard time stringing a thought together.
