Those Lips

My POV

This girl walk out of this apartment, and bumps into Damon. She looks up from her phone arrived says "they're in there." Like we didn't suggest know that. We can hear her moaning from the end of the hall. "Do you know her?" I asked Damon as we approched the door.

"Nope."

"Oh."

The moaning got louder, and my hand laid on the door handle. I was kind of afraid to open it. I slowly turned the doorknob, and pushed the door in. Claire was on top of some dude. He was attractive, but not overwhelmingly. They kept going at it even after we walked in like they didn't even care. They guy even looked up at me, and have me the top down look, and in response I flipped him off, and started making out with Damon. He shook his head, and motioned for me to come over while he fingered her. Making hey moan liver and louder each time. Man this guy must know how to please a women. I walked over, and he gave the haha-i-got-what-i-want-look, and stayed his hand around my waist he used the one hand he had available to unbutton my shorts and I let him. Damon slowly grew angrier with every touch, and finally, when the guy had the lace at the side of my thong in his fingertips I pulled Claire off of him, and started making it with her. He clapped, and Claire pushed me against the wall. She already had her clothes off, but I still had a bra and thong on. She wanted more with each time we kissed, but I teased her. I knew how to tease a girl. I'd done it plenty of times before. We were heavily making out when we heard a loud bang, I pulled away, and opened my eyes. Claire rubbed her hands up and down my waist. "I know you want me." She whispered in my ear, but I just stood there in shock as I stared at Damon.