Chapter 3

Chuck’s tongue licks out to trail over Devin’s breastbone, and the hand on his ass rubs down between Devin’s legs, poking at the fabric taut across his skin. Those lips kiss along the shelf of his collarbone, up his neck, over the bulge of his Adam’s apple, and Devin lets his head fall back, offering himself to his lover. His hair spills down his shoulders in a fall of blonde curls; Chuck fists his hand in the thick strands, then encircles his fingers around the back of Devin’s neck as if holding him in place. Here, his fingers say, so demanding as they move Devin’s head to one side, allowing Chuck a chance to suckle behind his left ear. Those fingers strike up an impromptu massage that sends shivers down Devin’s back, and his own hands fist in Chuck’s vest as his hips grind against the bouncer’s broad, hard stomach.