บท 21: Chapter 21

Without breaking our mouth meld, Theo pushed my shirt up until it stopped just under my armpits. He grazed his warm, calloused hands over my bared nipples, and I reared up, demanding more, needing more.

I slid my own hands down to the fly of my jeans, barely able to maneuver the buttons with Theo’s weight on me. I undid them enough to slip my hand inside my boxer briefs to grasp my achingly hard cock.

Theo’s mouth left mine to gasp out, “Fuck, goddamn, Dane, you are so hot. I want to fuck you. If you don’t—”

“Stop thinking,” I cut in. “Get naked, and get the condom and the lube. Before either of us thinks too much.”

Theo leaped off the bed at superhuman speed. While he was gone, I pulled my shirt off and removed my jeans and briefs, kicking off my shoes to the floor first. I closed my fist around my cock, pumping hard as I waited. I slid my other hand under my balls, farther down to tease the outer rim of my hole.

“Jesus, you’re trying to kill me.”