You were dating Josh for six months when you found out just how kinky he really was. You were sitting on the sofa of the bus, scrolling through apps on your phone when Josh and Tyler enter the bus; Tyler sprawls out on the opposite sofa, pulling the brim of his hat down to cover his eyes while he gets comfortable. Josh sits besides you and immediately urges you to sit on his lap, straddling his thighs.
You give him a look, as if to warn him that you aren’t comfortable doing anything with Tyler still in the room; Josh simply chuckles, pulling you towards him to kiss you fiercely. You can’t help but give in to his kisses, unable to say no to the way his lips feel on yours. When his hands slide up the back of your shirt, catching the hooks of your bra, you set your hands to his shoulders, pushing back from him.
“Josh,” you whisper, quickly peeking over your shoulder to glance at Tyler, who was still hidden behind the brim of his hat. “This isn’t appropriate.”
“He doesn’t care,” Josh responds softly, hands still attempting to unhook your bra. You press harder against his shoulders, pinning them to the back of the sofa; you give him a hard glare, as a last warning. Josh groans, and rolls his eyes, tipping his head to peer past you. “Tyler,” he says, catching the younger man’s attention. “Do you care if I eat her out right here?”