Chapter 19

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