Red Riding Jack
He whispered my name, but I grabbed onto his black turtleneck and pulled him in for a kiss.
He released a small gasp, his body tensed, but I pulled him closer, our clothed bodies touching. I gasped as a hand connected with my butt cheek and broke the kiss. When I turned, Fredrick was behind me with his hands spread out and stark naked.
"Lose the clothing, people; we are here to have fun," he smirked, walking away and grabbing a condom that was spread on a large tray.
I turned to Jack, slowly biting my lips and wrapping my hands around his neck. "I'm not sure about this," he mumbled, his brows furrowed in a frown.