Chapter 37

Twyla was not done with this man. She needed more. And judging by the bulge in his pants he needed more too. She lifted herself up and this time he let her. She finally got rid of the crop top and her breasts popped free. Bastian watched, his hands starting to move to his crotch. 

"No," Twyla refused, catching his hand. "Mine."

He snarled. "I'm not always a patient man."

"Too bad." She knelt in front of him and rubbed the front of his pants, grinning, enjoying his sounds. She looped her fingers into his belt-

"Noooo," Bastian moaned.

"Wha-?" Twyla started and then someone knocked on the door. Well, pounded more like. 

"What do you want, Raven?" Bastian snarled through the door, not moving. "I'm busy."

Raven waltzed through the door and Twyla was too shocked to do more than throw her arms around her breasts. "I heard…" she purred, eyeing Twyla's naked form with curiosity. "And you didn't even invite me…"