Chapter 21

Charlie filled his hands with the tight flesh and pulled the cheeks farther apart, his fingers hard in the muscle. His entire body shook with desire. His head spun. His mouth watered. Each of Bryce’s responses—even from such a simple thing as tracing his opening—stoked his need higher, consuming every thought, every impulse. He loved the way it twitched against his tongue. He loved the scrape of hair against his cheek. It was better than any fantasy he’d ever had. And there was only one way to make it even better than that.

With careful deliberation, Charlie stopped his teasing and hovered over the hole. His tongue flattened against it for a moment, soothing the muscle. As soon as he felt it relax, he shifted yet again and pushed the tip of his tongue as deep inside the passage he could get.

“Fuck. Fuck. Oh fuck.”