SIN
Fucking bastard.
"Hmmm... Fuck. " Sinclair groans, moving the phone from his hair as I hit my high; my orgasm ripping through me like a tsunami.
Sinclair tosses the phone to the side; not seeming to care that his best friend is on the other line as his fingers dig into my ass, and he thrusts up; chasing after his high, and a loud cry falls from my lips as my head falls against his shoulder, my hands moving down his chest.
It isn't long before he finds his release, and Sinclair grunts, pulling me along as he falls against the mattress, and my head falls against his chest; my breathing heavy as I listen to the rapid rise and fall of his chest.