Chapter 8

“Fuck…God, that’s good. So good.”

It wasn’t the words that made Michael shiver. It was the sharp hunger he heard behind them. He thought he could stay on his knees like that all night. At that moment, there was nowhere else he wanted to be, and nothing else he wanted to do. But Tre obviously had different ideas about what Michael would spend the night doing, because it seemed like it wasn’t long before Tre pulled free from his mouth completely.

Powerful hands hauled him upright, breaking Michael’s hold. They wrapped around his back and pulled him hard against Tre, but before Michael could protest, Tre was kissing him again, the raw edge back with every sweep of his tongue.

Michael shuddered when Tre ran a finger down the crease of his ass. “Fuck me.” The pleas came between kisses, each one breathier than the last. “I want your cock back in me, Tre. Please.”