Chapter 20

He used one hand to steady it while he lapped the sparkling drop of pre-cum from the tip, then circled the tight maroon head with his tongue in torturous darting licks. Roane fisted a hand in Alden’s hair, swaying on legs rapidly going unsteady.

“I gotta sit before I fall,” Roane said between gasping breaths.

Alden stood to guide him to the nearest chair, then dropped to his knees again between Roane’s wide-sprawled legs. Roane gripped the arms of the old recliner, his fingers going talon-stiff as Alden wrapped one hand around Roane’s cock and stroked a couple of times.

When Alden bent to slowly slide his lips over the head, starting to bob as he sucked and going farther, deeper each time, Roane arched into the pull, lifting his ass clear of the cushion only to sink back again.

He moaned, a long, low howl like a wolf, before he managed any words. “Man, oh, man. Yeah, that’s the way. Suck me, suck me empty.”