“Slow down, Roycie. The house isn’t going anywhere,” Rodney retorted, yanking hard on my arm so I spun back into his chest.
“Oompf,” I grunted as I grabbed his upper arms for support.
“But you need to fuck me, like, right now! It’s our graduation day! High school hell is finally over and I want to make it official by having you nail me to the mattress.”
“Well, when you put it that way…”
“Now you’re gettin’ it. Move your ass, man!”
Rodney pulled me behind him this time and led us up the steps to unlock the front door. The house was quiet since no one was home, except us. He dragged me up to his room and closed the door.
“You requested a fucking, your majesty?” he asked cheekily as he pulled off his T-shirt and unzipped his jeans. Sneakers went flying and he pulled off his jeans and socks at the speed of light.