Chapter 21

“This was by the sink,” Matt told him. “You really didn’t give me much time to look—”

With a roar, Vic cried out, “Just fuck me already, will you?”

Strong hands gripped Vic’s hips, and the knotty tip of Matt’s cock butted against his ass. With one hard shove, his lover slid into him with a burning that ignited Vic’s blood and stiffened his cock. Pushing away from the dryer, he backed up against Matt and set the pace hot and heavy, the way he liked it. Each time Matt thrust into him, Vic felt as if his lover’s thick cock struck sparks off his tender prostate. He was on fire, his body begging for more. Words were lost between them; Vic grunted his approval every time Matt drove into him, deeper, harder, faster

In.