Chapter 12

Carson shifted his attention to Edwin’s pants, and the first brush of pressure against his hard cock made Edwin jerk his hips, bucking against Carson’s hand. Carson swallowed each hungry sound from Edwin’s throat, and Edwin thought he felt a smile on his mouth. Was he amused by how hungry Edwin was for the attention? Or did Edwin’s eager response please him? Edwin hoped it was the latter. Either way, Carson wasn’t stopping. He unzipped the fly, pushed his questing fingers past Edwin’s boxers, and gripped his shaft with firm fingers.

At the first contact, heat enveloped Edwin. The pressure was exquisite and excruciating, almost immediately taking him to the very height of pleasure. He gasped in shock, his body going rigid beneath Carson’s, unable to withstand the friction or the heat. He reached down, fumbling at Carson’s fingers, as if trying to confirm that he was alone, touching Edwin without any further aid.

“Edwin?”