Chapter 21

Possibly the only thing he loved as much as Jag’s mouth was his ass. He gripped Jag’s hips and dragged him backwards to close his mouth over Jag’s pucker. Holding Jag’s cheeks apart with his thumbs, he slowly and deliberately fucked him with his tongue. He alternated his tongue with his fingers, pushing in and out of his tight flesh with the same thoughtful rhythm. He wanted to be sure Jag was slick and stretched, ready for him, able to take all of Brace’s length. He didn’t want to hurt Jag—he never wanted to hurt Jag.