Chapter 12

His release tingled at the base of his spine. Moans tore from his throat as his balls tightened in Michael’s grasp. He tried to pull out to save his lover from getting a mouth full of cum, but Michael wouldn’t let go until he’d poured out every last drop.

Panting heavily, Kevin pushed Michael’s mouth off his softening cock, too sensitive for more contact.

Michael chuckled and scooted up until his face was close to Kevin’s. “You taste amazing. Want to taste?”

Kevin could only nod.

Michael pressed his lips to Kevin’s, thrusting his tongue inside. Kevin tasted the musky, slightly bitter taste of his own juices.

“You know, I just had you in the kitchen. You’d think I’d be satisfied with that, but no.”

“No?”

Michael stroked his fingertips across Kevin’s jaw. “No. God, I want to fuck you so bad.”

“Well, then quit talking and just do it.”

“Okay, brat.” Michael reached over to the nightstand and picked up a foil package. Kevin watched him tear it open.