Chapter 36

“Do you like when I touch you, Mitchell?” he breathed out.

Mitchell moaned as Craig swiped his thumb across his slit.

“Now, I thought all you writers knew how to use their words,” he teased.

“Not when your hand is on my dick,” Mitchell whispered low. “All I can do is feel.”

Craig found that hot as fuck and let go of his dick, sliding his hand down to fondle his balls, rolling them gently. “In case you haven’t noticed, Mitchell, I’m having a hard time keeping my hands to myself.” He licked a nipple, already pebbled, and grinned when Mitchell gasped. “I guess I can’t keep my tongue to myself either,” he added, kissing his way down Mitchell’s chest.

But Mitchell’s hand cupped his neck and pulled him up. “Kiss me,” he whispered.