Chapter 13

Tre dropped his head forward with a soft moan, his hand covering Michael’s as Michael continued to caress his nipple. Michael moved his mouth down Tre’s back in a line of soft kisses, his lips only pressed against his skin long enough to sample the salty texture. His hands moved lower with his mouth, and they settled on Tre’s hips as Michael sank to his knees.

There was a dip at the small of Tre’s back that Michael had admired on more than one occasion when the other man would turn away for him, or walk to the bathroom, or roll over in his sleep. He explored it now, tracing the swell of flesh, while his fingertips caressed the hard lines on either side of Tre’s cock. When he stretched his hands, he tangled with the coarse hair at the base, and the muscles twitched beneath his hands, evidence of the effect he was having on Tre even if he couldn’t see it for himself.