Chapter 9

“Good, just like that.”

Stace sank to his own knees. He tore the breechclout and its sash off and cast them aside. His pose put his now stiff cock short inches above the tempting curves of Jared’s ass. Just the right place to be.

Jared looked back over his shoulder with a smile that looked almost coy. “What next, Chief?”

“You’ve got an ass made for fucking, pale man. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”

Jared’s smile did not slip a bit. It looked to Stace like the Californian’s mouth shaped the word yes.

Rummaging under the edge of the heaped bedding, Stace collected a condom and a tube of lubricant. He lost no time in sheathing himself. He tossed a second rubber in front of Jared. “Get it on.”