Chapter 23

Fess scrabbled at the sheets, trying to stay where he was, but his hole kept clenching and unclenching, visible proof of his excitement. Joe’s mouth watered.

“There was a reason I didn’t fix any food for me.” Bracing Fess’s body with one hand, Joe ran his finger down his spread crack and over his opening. “I was planning on eating this the whole time.”

Fess moaned. His ass tightened beneath Joe’s touch.

He began with a single lick, starting beneath his hole and dragging his tongue upward. His nose nudged against Fess’s sac when he was done, and he took a moment to grind into it, inhaling the musky scent as he rubbed his beard against Fess’s sensitive skin.

Fess squirmed against his face. “Fuck, but I love it when you do that.”

That was one detail Joe had figured out on their second date. Fess went wild the moment Joe’s face touched anywhere on his body. With these kind of responses, he was never going to shave his beard off again.