Chapter 88

Dean blinked, face muscles stretching at the same time displaying a comical perplexity and exasperation. “You didn’t want to come so you start another weird conversation?”

Jay lifted his head, looking between their bodies. “Doesn’t seem to have deflated anything.” Not for either of them. Dean’s cock was so hard it reached to the ceiling and Jay’s was in the act of pushing off his underpants for him.

“Good, because nothing’s going to stop me this evening.”

“Not even Grandma?”

“Not even.” Dean, at last, took Jay’s undies down, the cool caress of air almost as painful as Dean’s hot breath. Jay closed his eyes, tucked his face into the side of his arm, and moaned.