Chapter 9

It looked like Samuel was coming in for a kiss, but ducked at the last moment, licking Flynn’s chest. Flynn shuddered, eyes closed as Samuel slowly followed the trail of chocolate sauce. From nipples over taut abs, a quick flick of the tongue in the bellybutton, and lower. It didn’t take Samuel long for knees to meet carpet. Flynn gripped the lights, knowing what came next.

Samuel ran his tongue the length of Flynn’s shaft. Flynn sucked in a lip, suppressing the moan that threatened to bubble forth. Samuel needed to work for it. Samuel worked his tongue over every inch, not missing a spot, as he cleared away the chocolate. Flynn kept waiting to be wholly engulfed, only to be cruelly denied. Flynn whimpered with longing. There was a flash of deviousness in Samuel’s eyes as he stood. That look seeped through and brought with it a worry Flynn tried not to dwell on; what were they doing to each other? Where were their little trysts going to take them?