13 Chapter 13

“Please, please,” Rory begged.

“You like this, do you?” Bond’s mouth inched down until Rory’s cock reached the back of his throat. His hand stroked the skin of his groin, brushed up his inner thighs and when it reached behind his sac to stroke him there, Rory’s hips thrust up into that slick, hot, wet heat and pumped until his balls tightened and the contractions began. He cried out as the thundering release shot through his back, down his thighs and into his feet.

When it ended, when he was spent; Bond lay down beside him and took his hand.

This time it had been for passion and caring.

They slept again, and in the night it was Rory who teased and pleasured Bond until he moaned and exploded in his own orgasm.

There hadn’t been time to move on to anal sex, and they didn’t know each other well enough yet for something so personal.