Chapter 20

Smoke leaned back and watched, awed, as Gin rode in search of what he needed. His cock bounced as he took his pleasure head thrown back in delight he didn’t bother trying to hide. “Yesssss,” he hissed as Smoke dragged across his sweet spot, again and again. “Smoke, this is—” He cut himself off as another moan rose up from deep inside of him.

Smoke didn’t have to do much, from this position, to please his lover. He rocked his hips in time with the rhythm Gin set, but Gin was able to take him as deep as he wanted without Smoke having to drive the bus. He could focus on Gin, and on the delightful faces Gin made. If this was their last night together, Smoke wanted to remember every little sigh and flutter of his eyelashes.