Chapter 32

“Uh-uh,” Maverick circled the base of Dirk’s cock tightly with two fingers. “We might need to invest in snap-on cock rings,” he said as he continued stroking Dirk’s gland, pushing in a second finger to stretch him.

That idea held a certain appeal, as far as Dirk was concerned. He was already discovering that sex with Maverick was too arousing. He spent half his time trying to rein in his uncontrolled libido so he wouldn’t come too soon. A problem he’d never really had with…Enough of that. He’s gone and I’m damned glad of it. The bastard!

Maverick leaned over Dirk, saying softly, “Stop thinking about him. It’s…disconcerting to put it mildly. Being compared to him.”

“Sorry,” Dirk murmured. “I didn’t mean to.” He turned his head to look at Maverick. “Believe me, you come out way on top.”

“I’d better.” Then Maverick snorted with amusement. “Speaking of top…” He pulled his fingers out, carefully replacing them with his thick cock.