Chapter 41

Before he had the chance to try, Thomas finally worked his fist free. He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. He pushed himself to his knees, his cock jutting in front of him. Thomas pushed Leon’s legs apart and out, his fingers gripping Leon’s upper thighs. He thrust forward, filling Leon’s ass with a single, smooth stroke.

Leon arched to meet him. This was what he wanted. This was what he craved. The joining of flesh to flesh, of the bruising grasp of rough fingers that could prove tender and gentle when he least expected it. Though he felt the shudders that wracked through Thomas at the new sensations, he was relieved when Thomas didn’t use them as an excuse to hold back. He clutched at Grady’s arms, silently willing him closer, and met him thrust for thrust as he started to shuttle in and out of his ass.

“Christ…Christ…Leon…”