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“Maybe I should get you Slayer tickets more often,” you smirked; Your eyes going from his hazy gaze to his mouth.
"You really should,” he chuckled back, before he finally moved in to capture your tongue with his. His soft lips pressed against yours, your hot breaths combining as your tongues danced. He’s trying to gain power over you. But you were gonna play rough, too. You deepend the kiss, tongue dominating his mouth as your lips curled into a smirk.
"Ah!" he mumbled into the kiss, not expecting you to fight back. He growled, his tongue trying to gain dominance. He pushed you down against his bed, grinding into you. You smirked, a soft whimper escaping your throat. Your teeth nibbling on his bottom lip, which caught him by surprise. You and Mary were always trying to outdo each other in some way, it’s not a surprise you’d bring a little competition into the bedroom.
"Mhmm, you're not gonna win,” he mumbled, as his tongue started to slide up and down your lower lip, as if taunting you. You smirked back, wrapping your legs around him, beckoning his erection with your heat. “Oh, I’m gonna win,” you mumbled back, striking his tongue with yours.
He brought his hand up to your neck, his calloused thumb caressing your windpipe. You both stopped to breath and gaze into each other’s eyes. His green ones piercing into yours. His breathing, heavy. His thumb grazed a little harder at your neck as he softly rutted against you.
A soft moan escaped your lips, but then… a thought entered your mind. “Hey, Mare…?” you whispered, looking back into his eyes.
"Mm?" he responded, letting up his grip a little, raising an eyebrow. You bit your lip, “Spit in my mouth,” you smirked. He blinked, a small grin coming across his face. Well that took him by surprise.
"You're... you're joking, right?" he stared at you with a raised brow, furrowing it even further as he took a second to process your request, "You... you want me... to spit... into... your mouth?" he said slowly.
“Mhmm,” You bit your lip, eyes growing wide. Mary chuckled, "You're fuckin’ nuts," he muttered, smirking as he took second to think about it, "...but alright." Mary’s thumb inched to your chin, pulling it down, as you exposed your tongue for him, ready to receive.
His eyes darkened with arousal and a hint of mischief. He gathered the spit in his mouth and spit it into yours. Seeing the bubbled saliva rest on your tongue as you curled it back into your mouth. His breathing picked up, as he watched your little display.
“Fuck,” he breathed out, almost shivering with arousal. His brows furrowed, smirking again. "Happy now?" he chuckled, teasing you, "How'd it taste?" he asked, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip. He licked his pout, moving in to capture your mouth with his, tasting his own spit in your mouth.
“You taste good, Mare. How’d it feel? Spitting in a pretty girl’s mouth?” you smirked, teasing him. A smug, cocky smile graced his face as he replied to you, "You think you're so slick, huh?" his eyes shifted, as he shook his head with a giggle.
"It definitely felt good, and don't think that's the last of it, sugartits," He looked down at you again, coming in for another kiss, “Fuck, I want more.” His words pulling at the band in your core, your arousal burning at this point.
“Oh, yeah?” you smirked, kissing him a little deeper, “Wanna spit in my mouth again?” He smirked back, his cheeks blushing from what he was about to say, "Maybe I want you to spit in mine," he whispered back.
You quickly pushed at him as you both switched positions. You straddled him, face to face. With a mischievous gleam, your eyes darkened, “Open up, baby.” His hands gripped your thighs with an aggression, moving up to your ass. He grabbed it, looking at you as he bucked into you.
You let out a moan, your hand grasping his throat, keeping his head steady. Mary obeyed, opening his mouth, and sticking out his tongue. You slowly spit into his mouth, causing Mary to become a whimpering mess as he watched your spit land on his tongue.
He let out a soft moan, swallowing your spit. He closed his eyes, as if savoring your taste on his tongue. “Fuck… you’re so… evil,” He grinned, opening back his eyes looking up at you. His grip on your ass growing tighter.
You smirked, kissing him deeply, “You like it.”