Chapter 37

Normally, Vincent’s unsatisfied desires spurred him into fast, hard thrusts. Like if he didn’t hurry, didn’t claim the body beneath him with all of his strength, then all would be lost. He had felt that vague fear the first time he fucked David, but now the urgency was gone. Replaced by a deeper desire to really appreciate David’s body, his responses, and the way he fit against Vincent. He pumped his hips in a slow rhythm, still cupping David’s balls in one hand, and using his other to explore his taut, twitching muscles.

There was a dip above his hipbone that always caught Vincent’s hand when he glided over it. Like the perfect hold, just waiting for him to grab on. Below his left nipple, a small raised line suggested a scar, something to investigate the first time he was able to flip David around. No matter where he touched, more heat than should have been possible emanated from the smooth expanse of skin, growing steadily by the second, too enticing to resist.