Hold up

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BILLY'S POV:
I stared at him waiting for him to say something instead he doesn't I punch the wall my hand going threw it I smiled, as I walked to his body I had a great idea I looked up at Abrán and smirked but I think he was checking me out I shake the thought off
"Let's put his body in the bed so with Rosalia comes home she thinks he's alive but he's low key dead" I say as it was my great idea he chuckles
"Let's do it" he said we grab the body and throw it in the bed covering it up as we walk back to the living room and straighten it up I cleaned the walls and floor and stood up
"Looks better I suppose" I say I'm thinking manner
Abrán grabs me pulling me into his chest making tingle in his hold he put a hand over my mouth as someone barges in
"Antonio it's frank" he shouted as were in a closet now being quiet as possible
"Antonio? Antonio?" He yelled no response as we waited for him to leave I felt everything at once his abs against my back his friend down below getting hard I realized his arm is across my boobs and I'm not wearing a bra I felt my cheeks redden but I mask it
"Do you think it's good to walk out now"I whisper I felt his head lower to my ear his breath tingling my neck he went to say something when someone else walked in with frank
"Hold up, Something ain't right" Abrán whispered into my ear his accent making someone else heat up his voice startled me a little bit making me back further into him I felt his friend get harder it felt longer as well
"Why are you getting a boney" I whispered giggling softly
He tenses and relaxes
"Why aren't you wearing a bra" he whispered back
"Uh because I didn't feel like it" I whispered a little loudly
He grabbed my throat in a fast manner to be honest it turned me on,
"Frank did you hear something" the guy said
"Bo are you on shrooms again" franks asked getting into what sound like the kitchen cabinets.
"Oh my god are they eating his food" I whispered Abrán slid his hand back over my boobs
My mouth gaped open trying my best not to gasp because honestly him holding me back felt so good like I probably just orgasmed like five times in my pants I felt him smell my hair
"Your hair smell delicious" he whispers with a light moan my eyes widen that was hot 
"Thank you Abrán you smell very good too" I whispered I jumped a little by his sudden movement he pulled me tighter against him as he nibbled on my earlobe what? Is he trying to doink me in here I turned facing him as he push me tighter against him
"I want you" he whispered as he moved my hair back away from my neck I wish I could see him but this closet is to damn dark and I want to go home and take a shower ugh I was took out of thoughts when he kissed my neck I tilt my head to the side as he started sucking on my neck creating a hickey but he kept sucking on the same spot it felt so good I then pulled away from his grip feeling around the darkness I felt something flat and hard great a chair I pulled Abrán to the seat as I sat on his lap he moved over to the other side of my neck as I tilted my head to the other side in pleasure I started grinding my hips on his extremely hard member down below I take my jacket and lay it quietly in the floor resuming back to Abrán his hands runs around my waist rubbing circles I lean my face on the side of his and lick up from his neck towards his ear
"Your not the only bad one in the closet" I whispered as he got harder he grabbed my hips digging his nails into them
"But there shall only be one" he says huskily into my ear turning me on I grab his hand putting them on the inside of my shirt making him rub up until he gets to my boobs, he then feels them and massages them I let out a soft moan I had my head tilt back as his hands went to my back I felt his lips caress a grip onto my nipple as his tongue lick around on them and he sucked them I bit my lip stooping the moan I assume he didn't like that because he grabbed my throat making me let go of my lip a soft moan escaped he let go grabbing my waist
"Thats more like it señorita" he whispers I stood up I can't do this.

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