Chapter 17

“At least kissing is still on the menu.” Trev crawled onto the bed and stretched out on his side next to Jett. With his head propped up on his free hand, he skimmed exploring fingers over Jett’s quivering abs. “You’re even better at that than I imagined.”

He would’ve loved to have some smart quip to come back with, but every stroke along his stomach short-circuited another brain cell. Trev was avoiding his cock, maybe for the better since every second of contact drove Jett closer and closer to the verge of coming. But when he trailed lower, the heat wafting off his skin in thick waves, Jett reacted automatically, his prick jerking, a shiny filament of pre-come stringing from the tip of the dripping head to his lightly furred lower belly.