Page 470 of Call Me Baby 2: Side B

We can't get a grip on each other.

It's torture as we move frantic, animal,

too wet to hold, too desperate too let go,

trying to get closer,

but every touch slides,

every kiss misses, then lands harder.

Chest punching into chest, we’re two stupid hearts beating themselves bloody.

My need for him’s a blinding fever behind my eyes, a thing so savage and loud, a frantic clawing in my blood, crying out, I will literally stop breathing if you don’t tear into me right now.

A wild sound leaves him when I yank him closer by where his jeans split open, our breath’s hot, shredded, and he’s looking at me with that Allison-obsessed, fuck-me stare.

Like if he’s not inside me right now,

he’ll fucking die, too

In the same filthy second,

both our hands dive down to his cock,

and that’s where we meet,

our fingers crashing together⁠—

hot, wet, frantic, both of us needy and gasping, both of us grinding the head of his cock into my tight entrance.

Until finally⁠—

I drag down on him raw,

his thick shaft crawling hot inside me,

spreading heat through every limb,

melting every bone.

Slow at first,

until I'm stretched and full,

all of him pressing into all of me.

We buckle together, kiss falling apart.

His tongue falls heavy in my mouth

as a tremor runs under his skin.

“Fuck, Allison...” he chokes on a moan.

His lips drag across my cheek.

Before I can stop it,