Chapter 75

Vic fisted his hands in Matt’s cottony curls, holding his lover against his crotch as Matt’s tongue and cheeks worked at his cock. The next time Matt pulled back all the way, Vic’s cock left a smear of white beads across his lips. “God,” Vic growled. “If you don’t fuck me now, I’m just going to shoot my load in your face.”

“So impatient!” Matt chided. He sat back and patted the rumpled covers until he found what he was after—a half-empty tube of lubrication he must’ve set aside before he woke Vic up. As he squirted a healthy dollop of the gel into his palms, he warned Vic, “If you get off before I do, I’m just going to have to get you worked up all over again.”

“We could be in bed all day.” Vic didn’t think that sounded like such a bad idea, come to think of it.