"I gotta sit down or somethin'," I admit with a wheeze of laughter, edging toward something almost like embarrassment.

I grin down at him, my thumb smearing away the sheen of spit and come on his cheek. I want too many fucking things at once. His mouth on me. His dick in me. The weight of him pressing me down onto whatever flat surface we can find.

"At least lemme find a fuckin' wall to lean against."