Chapter 69

“On your knees,” he ordered.

Evan got on his knees and Morgan knelt behind him. He shuddered as Morgan ran both hands over his spine, his sides, his hips. Then Morgan leaned forward and kissed a slow path down Evan’s back before sliding his tongue inside Evan’s ass.

Evan immediately backed into him with a moan. “Paid a gorffen.”

Morgan thrust his tongue in and out, licking around the outside, then darting back in. Before long, Evan was breathlessly muttering a flurry of Welsh curses. Morgan rose up, and Evan heard him open something. Evan glanced over one shoulder.

Morgan held up a jar of oil. “Annette found it in the kitchen.”

A moment later, Morgan rubbed two slick fingers over Evan’s hole. Evan moaned as the fingers entered him. The other times he’d let another man do this had never been so gentle, so utterly exquisite. Evan rocked backward, driving Morgan’s fingers deeper.