Chapter 5

“Want to see you on your knees,” Tre ground out without slowing his hard rhythm.

“You name it, it’s yours.”

His breath was quick and shallow, matching the rise and fall of his body. Each thrust was met with a squeeze of those tense muscles around his cock, which only made Tre piston all that much harder. Leaning in, Michael mouthed the curve of his shoulder, leaving a searing trail in his tongue’s wake. His cock slapped against their stomachs with every stroke, smearing pre-come into Tre’s skin, and the thought of him shooting like he’d promised was burned indelibly onto Tre’s fevered brain.