Love Buzz

Jordan’s pen drags across paper. Luca’s guitar growls. Each note crawls up her thighs and rattles straight against her clit. Luca sees her knees shift, watches the heat flash behind her eyes. They lock stares: dirty, quiet, dangerous. Luca sets the guitar down, steps close, cups Jordan’s jaw hard enough to tilt. Their mouths meet slow and filthy, tongue slipping past teeth, hungry. Jordan sheds clothes like they burn her skin. Luca drops, lips parting over slick folds, tongue flat and firm. One hand circles Jordan’s throat, thumb pressing, breath owned. Luca strips too, rolling sheer stockings down their legs. Jordan’s wrists cross, get bound tight above her head. Panties, still warm, get wadded and shoved between her teeth. Jordan moans into cotton while Luca’s mouth works her again—slower, meaner. They roll across studio floor, concrete cool on bare skin. Jordan climbs Luca’s face, rides tongue and breath, fingers gripping hair. Luca works two fingers deep inside, curling, teasing that wet give until Jordan’s hips stutter. Every time Jordan tries to speak the gag smothers it. Luca swallows every muffled sound, trading kiss after messy kiss, tasting themselves on each other’s lips.