Pierce shoved deep into RC’s willing mouth, one hand holding the
back of RC’s neck, the other cradling RC’s unshaven cheek…this was
my first glimpse of heaven.
After several long minutes, Mr. Pierce
clenched his hand into a fist at RC’s nape. The next time RC bobbed
up, the hand on his face eased beneath his jaw, holding him back.
The look Mr. Pierce gave RC smoldered—even across the distance that
separated us, I felt that look deep in my groin and had to bite
into the fleshy base of my thumb to keep from crying out with want.
“Damn, you’re good,” Mr. Pierce said, his voice soft.
My cheeks blazed at the complement as if it
had been directed toward me.
A slow smile softened Mr. Pierce’s stern
features. “But you know what I want.”
RC laughed and turned his face to press his
mouth in Mr. Pierce’s palm, planting a kiss there. “What you
alwayswant. A piece of my ass.”
There was the slightest hint of a tease in
Mr. Pierce’s voice when he countered, “It’s an oh so fuckable