Chapter 96

“I’m close,” Chad said, releasing Tucker’s spent organ. He didn’t give it up for long. It ended up in his hand not long after falling from his mouth.

Tucker tapped the top of Chad’s head. “I want to take yours,” he said. “In my mouth.” He bent forward and stretched, the side of his claw once again finding the crack of Chad’s buttocks, where Chad’s splayed legs offered easy access. He tapped his hip bone, as he had his head. “Flip over.” Then Chad rolled away, and Tucker slid down.

His claws journeyed up the inside of Chad’s legs as he kissed him just below the navel. He closed his eyes as he felt the small opening between hairiness, the part of Chad he always seemed drawn to, with the pointed, but not sharp, end of his gripper.