Chapter 18

The strangled, “Fuck!” that come out of his mouth was nothing compared to his needy grappling at Tre’s shoulder, or the way he bucked deeper into Tre’s throat, or the way everything in the room seemed to disappear, where all he felt and saw and heard was centered on his cock. His chest tightened as he watched Tre start bobbing up and down his length, and the sight of those full lips stretching around him was nearly as erotic as feeling him sink into his ass. Michael tried to match his rhythm, but the suction and the heat and the touch of Tre’s hands on his hips was too, too much.

He came with a shout, shooting blast after blast first into Tre’s throat and then onto his tongue. By the time it began to ebb, Michael was shaking.

Tre sucked and licked his shaft until it was clean, chasing every drop of come, before letting his cock slip from his lips. He looked up at Michael with soft brown eyes and a smile. “I think I should have done that sooner.”

“That was…”