Chapter 13

“Ahhh yes,” Craig growled. “A very perfect taste.”

Ben murmured something unintelligible. Still crouched between Richie’s legs, his lips sucked greedily around Richie’s cock, as if he wanted to draw out every drop of the desire that throbbed there.

Richie sobbed. He cried out. He’d never been vocal in sex, and if he’d had time to listen to how loud he sounded, he’d have crawled shamefully under a stone and pretended to be an insignificant woodlouse. But—oh my fucking God—it felt right! With an uncontrollable shudder of his whole body, he sucked hard on Craig’s tongue, and tangled his hands into Ben’s hair as if it were the only thing that anchored him to the earth. And he spilled into Ben’s mouth, hard, fierce, and deep.

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