Curtis
came back to some semblance of sense as Riley slowly drew his mouth away.
“Riley?” he croaked out. “I mean…wow.” With some difficulty, he twisted to face
Riley, still kneeling on the carpet beside the sofa. Riley’s pupils were wide
and dark with desire, and a stray, sweat-darkened lock of hair clung to a
corner of his wet mouth. His smile was slightly crazy, and his hand moved even
more vigorously up and down his dick. His shoulders were shaking with the
effort.
“Wanna
watch?” he asked in a rough whisper.
“Like
hell I do!” Curtis put a hand on Riley’s shoulder. He wanted to be part of
this, any way he could,
Riley
grinned. His hand slowed just for a moment, making moves that were longer and
stronger. His eyes closed briefly, his breathing shortening, and his head went
back.
“Do
it,” Curtis muttered through gritted teeth.
Riley
came, groaning loudly, obviously careless of any neighbours or, considering the