Chapter 8

The air was ripe with the stench of sex, and Vic’s grunts drove Matt crazy. ::Yes, please, harder, YES.::Matt thrust into his lover, eager to obey.

Maybe it was the moment, or the man beneath him, or the motion of their loving, Matt didn’t know. But a sobering thought struck him out of left field, freezing him in mid-thrust. “Wait.”

Vic growled, a dangerous sound. His sphincter clenched Matt’s dick tight. “Matty,” he warned, his voice guttural. “I’m almost there.”

Matt pushed against his lover slowly and rubbed his back in a soothing gesture. “I was just thinking—”

Every muscle in Vic’s body bunched in frustration. “Now?” he cried. “Can’t you think later? I’m begging here.”