Chapitre 43: Chapter 43

He redirected his grip to the head of Vaughn’s cock, twisting his palm over and around, then stroking yet again—slow, slow, slow—waiting for a signal from Vaughn’s body. It came from Vaughn’s tightening legs first, and then Vaughn’s hips as they tried to force Randy’s hand into the quicker, bolder stroke Vaughn was looking for. It wasn’t until Vaughn unlatched from Randy’s neck and growled in frustration that Randy gave Vaughn the friction he wanted, though.

“Oh, fuck!” Vaughn hissed. “Don’t stop. Keep doing that. Just like that.” Vaughn threw his head back, jaw tight from clenched teeth, and heaved deep breaths that made his chest swell and fall like rolling waves.