Chapter 9

The rocks beneath him dug into his knees, and the breeze was cold against the back of his neck. Everything around them reminded Leon that they were in the middle of nowhere, miles from the nearest town. Nobody would hear him shout or fire his gun. There was no risk that somebody would spy them from behind a tree. He could make a few token efforts of resistance, but he was ultimately at Grady’s mercy. That thought didn’t bother him as much as it should, even as Grady pushed his cock deeper into Leon’s mouth. Until the crown brushed against the back of his throat with each thrust.

Grady was going to make him take it all. Leon was sure of it. Grady wasn’t going to stop until he was buried as deep as he could get, and he might not even stop then. It should have filled Leon with apprehension, made him fight back to prevent it from happening.

It didn’t. It made him moan. And the next time the head pushed against the back of his tongue, Leon swallowed.