"I love..."

Asher's back formed a perfect arch as Beau slammed into him from behind.

Their bodies clapped in unison, their sweat-glistened skin gleaming beneath the rays of the lamp above them.

Asher could not rest on the couch—Beau had his neck in a tight lock. He grabbed the muscled arm around his neck for support, moaning as a familiar rod drove in and out of him with speed. The bite on his neck left a mark, Asher could bet his life on it.

And it did!

Beau's teeth went there again, this time, his tongue did most of the work, licking and soothing the spot.

Heat assailed Asher from all angles: Beau's dick in him, the hot breath on his neck, Beau's hot body against his.

The mixture made Asher feel light-headed. Beau's body warmth and scent wrapped around him like a blanket and seemed to also thrust into him. His insides felt very hot.