Chapter 43

Fullness and discomfort sear through Joey as Key keeps pushing—damn, he’s huge, bigger than he seemed before, even in Joey’s mouth, when Key had filled Joey’s senses and whole world with his cock and balls and musk. Then he bumps against the hard nugget at Joey’s core, and pleasure shoots through him like sparks from an open flame.

“Yes!” Joey cries, his voice an octave higher than normal.

Key’s low laugh rumbles through them both. “That the spot?” He bumps it again, on purpose this time.

Joey’s vision blurs as a litany of mindless words flood him. Oh God, oh yes, oh please…He reaches underneath him and grabs his stiff dick, jerking it hard, fucking into his palm as he tightens his muscles around Key’s thrusting cock. Guttural sounds escape him, half-moans, eager cries. The arm holding him up trembles; he lets it give way and his head and shoulders collapse onto the loveseat, face first. The leather is hot against his cheek, damp with sweat and smelling like sex