Chapter 10

“Can’t wait to taste you, pretty boy,” John said, just as his mouth engulfed the head of Mason’s cock.

Damn, when he’d suggested coming over here for dinner, he’d really thought he was just going to watch a little television. Not that he was complaining or anything. His shaft slid farther into John’s mouth. Mason closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the cool fridge.

One of John’s hands grasped his bare cheek, drawing him deeper still. His hips rocked as he fucked the other man’s moist hot mouth. John’s other hand closed over his balls, squeezing and rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. The man was clearly an expert.

John moved a finger to brush lightly over Mason’s hole just as his orgasm slammed through him, shooting through every nerve in his body as he came in John’s mouth.