Chapter 5

One hand strayed to his dick to relieve the ache there. Romy must’ve seen the movement because he took one last nibble on Mitchell’s tenderized hole before kissing his way up between his buttocks to the small of his back. As he continued farther, nosing Mitchell’s shirt up, he wrapped his arms around Mitchell’s waist and hugged him back.

Mitchell glanced down—dark hands crossed over the flat of his pale stomach, a familiar image he hadn’t seen in quite a while. He loved the way a black man’s hands looked against his white skin, so primal, so decadent, so different from his own flesh, like shadows dancing over light. Below Romy’s fingers, the tip of Mitchell’s hard dick pointed at the pool table. One of Romy’s hands slipped lower, entangling in kinked blond hair, before grasping the base of Mitchell’s shaft.

Yes