You smirk up at Ken as you settle back on his bed, not afraid of that predatorial look on his face, or the way his tongue comes out to slowly swipe across his bottom lip as if he's hungry for something. You. He looks at you like you're a meal to be devoured, and he's about to treat you like it too. His fingers undo the buttons of your jeans without any hesitation, and he tugs them down roughly, as if they're offending him by being in his way. To be fair, they are. Any scrap of fabric stopping him from getting to you is barely legal in his opinion.
When his tongue finally comes out to lick one thick stripe up your heat, you instantly regret agreeing to do this. It's not like you and Ken didn't have an insane amount of sexual tensions building up for a few years now, it's just that you know you're going to lose. You're both a little tipsy - you had a few drinks, enough to not care about what you're doing, but not too many that you don't know what it is that you're doing - so you'd agreed to a little competition. You would go back to Ken's and you would see which of you was better at the 'whole sex thing' (as Ken had named it) by seeing which of you moaned first,
"Fuck sake, I can see you're enjoying it. Why won't you moan my name? Come on, baby girl. Tell me who's making you feel this good,"Ken all but pleads later on, after the both of you have gone down on each other (you could tell Ken would've cried with pleasure if you hadn't been too desperate to get to the main event) and he's now slowly and expertly rolling his hips into yours, watching as you bite your lip hard to stop the incriminating sounds slipping out,
"Or you could show me how much you like my tight walls around your thick cock. Come on, Kenny Let me hear those pretty sounds as you cum for me," You purr in response, feeling Ken's hips spasm in their rhythm. You know you hit the spot for him just then - he must like dirty talk.
