Chapter 3

Conrad tugged Steven’s T-shirt, and their mouths broke apart only for as long as the fabric was between them. Conrad’s hands were sure and solid on Steven. His callused fingers tweaked at Steven’s nipples, and the shiver went from his chest to his knees. And then Conrad’s tongue on them and teeth, wetting and nipping them in a way no woman had ever done, and Steven groaned aloud.

“Conrad, what are we doing here?”

“You college boys think too much.” Conrad grinned at him and pulled Steven closer with his long legs. Steven was embarrassed at first, feeling his own hard cock and knowing that Conrad could feel it, too. But then Conrad pushed his pelvis against Steven, and he felt Conrad’s thick hardness against his own belly. “Stop thinking. Just feel.”