Chapter 22

Quinn jerked his dick as he stared down at Aaron. “Lie back for me.”

Aaron leaned back onto his elbows, and Quinn knelt between his knees. One hand cupped the kneecap of his left leg. The other made a faint tapping sound against Aaron’s prosthetic, and every one of Aaron’s muscles tensed in anticipation of mockery. He was relieved when Quinn moved the hand, setting in on the warm flesh of Aaron’s inner thigh and coaxing his legs further apart. And then, with a flash of a grin, Quinn leaned in and sucked Aaron’s dick into his mouth, no hesitation.

Jesus Christ