Chapter 19

It was like both the first time and the ten thousandth. They’d both done this before. They knew what felt good, and had no uncertainty or dismay over the act.

Cocksucker is not a bad name, Clay thought. Done like this, it’s an honor, a blessing.

Aron clearly understood how to draw out the pleasure and make the final climax wait until the last and most intense moment. Clay did, too, but concentrating as sensations spiraled and neared the crest proved a challenge. The act itself might be familiar, but the hand and the mouth that performed the act were new, so it was also a cherry-busting miracle.