The man cried out, but his ass clamped down around the intrusion, refusing Thomas the space to pull away. Without holding Grady’s cock anymore, his hands opened and closed, his arms wriggling as he obviously strove for some kind of comfortable position. He even attempted to lift his torso, to rest his weight on his shoulders, but Thomas put a hand between his shoulder blades and pushed him back down to the ground.
“So is this going to be another game of you getting off and I don’t?” he spat.
Thomas worked his fingers deeper, trying to imagine what it would be like to feel this amazing heat wrapped around his cock. It would be better than Leon’s mouth, which was more than a little difficult to comprehend.
“Yes. It’s becoming my favorite game.”
A string of curses streamed from Leon’s mouth. “What’s it going to take to get you to change your mind on that?”