SEVEN SENTENCE SUNDAY

SEVEN SENTENCE SUNDAY

I wanted to join in the fun of this little game and share more of my first ever Tarlos story, Ruined - Chapter 1 is up now. This little bit (maybe a bit more than 7 sentences) is from Chapter 2. I am hoping to get chapter 2 posted in the next couple of days.

With TK pressed up against the bathroom door, Carlos kissed along the man’s neck, savoring the taste of his skin. With one hand gripping tightly at TK’s hair, the other slid between them, unfastening his jeans and invading his space. Fingers coiled around his hardened cock, stroking and tugging in a frenzied manner. 

TK mimicked Carlos’s actions. His hand dipping into Carlos’s pants and gripping onto his cock. They pawed at each other and kissed in a way that made them seem desperate for each other. 

They switched from kissing along each other’s necks to bruising kisses against each other’s lips and back to the necks again. 

Bang bang bang “Hey! Some people gotta take a piss out here!” 

Carlos grunted in response. He had every intention of ignoring whoever that was. His hand gripped tighter around TK, tugging slowly and pulling long drawn-out moans from him.

  Bang bang bang “I’m getting the manager.”