“Uh-?” I swallowed hard, struggling to move; my head rolled slightly. 

“Hm? Did you like that~?” he trailed his free hand down my back; I notice how sweaty I felt in my hoodie. “Playing with the new toy~? 

“Ah-” I winced as I propped myself up, Vic scooped under my chest to help me sit up. “Hah~!” I leaned back into him slightly. “That was-” he kissed my neck gently. “Fucking amazin’.”  

“Hm~!” he cooed along my skin. “Love discovering new kinks~!” he nipped at my ear. 

“I...” I huffed softly. “I wanna do more.”  

“More, you say~?” he paused. “Let’s go inside, there’s something I've been dying to try~!” 

“Hm?” I looked back at him, lazy.  

“Don’t worry~! It’ll be even more fun~!” he grinned. 

“But this was amazing.” I noted. 

“What did you like about it, then~?” he spoke into my neck. 

“The pressure.” I flinched as he grabbed at my stomach. “The... bike-” 

“The bike?” he scoffed.  

“D-don’t make fun of me...” I whined a bit. 

“I’m not, I'm not~!” he laughed sweetly. “C’mon~!”  

“Hmph.” I huffed; Vic got off the bike and helped me to stand. “Mph...” I covered my mouth, swallowing hard at how moist between my legs were; we walked into the house, and before I could escape, Vic grabbed my jaw, kissing me deeply. “Mph!” I pulled away in dramatic gasps. 

“I can pick you up, right~?” he grinned. 

“I-!” I was cut off; he picked me up from the back of my thighs, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist. “H-hey-!” I clutched to him, startled; I hissed against wet fabric rubbing against my legs. 

“You’re so tiny~!” he cooed, walking into the kitchen.  

“Bed-bedroom's that way-!” I snapped, stopped as he sat me down on the island counter.  

“Who needs a bedroom~?” he flashed me a smile before kneeling. 

“What are you-?” I watched as he untied my boots, pulling them off with my socks. “I can do that myself.” I huffed; he trailed his hands up to my thighs. “Hm...?” I unbuckled my belt, slowly pulling it from my jeans. “What-” I was cut off as Vic connected our lips, making out with me deeply.  

I worked my jeans off, much to the delight of Vic; he cooed, slipping hands under my hoodie and pulling it off. We broke form the kiss only to toss our shirts aside; he crashed into me again, pulling our hips together. I trailed my hands along his bare shoulders, gently clawing at him to get closer.  

“Ah...” he pulled away; a trail of saliva broke between us. “Lay down, Kipp,” he pushed on my chest.