Chapter 67

He processed a series of images—cold, night, car, garage, stripping and crawling back into bed around seven, Jay snoring—all of which left him with a sense of having slept through to mid-morning. He must have rested heavy because at some point he’d thrown off the covers.

He rolled, in search of Jay, a tug on one wrist pulling him back. What the…?He looked to his arm, yelping when a hot, wet cavern surrounded his dick, making his back arch, his head lull, and left him gazing at stars. Even as he fought not to black out, a jerk on the other arm whipped his head around. He barely absorbed what was up with his hands when Jay—had to be Jay—worked down the length of him, swallowing around the head of his cock as it reached the back of Jay’s throat.