Chapter 21

“God, Thomas.” Clark groaned, increasing the speed of his strokes on his shaft. “I’m gonna come.”

“I hope so, ‘cause I can’t last much longer.” Thomas felt a tingle at the base of his spine. He stilled for a moment, watching Clark’s face. His lover was influencing him more than he’d thought.

Clark’s eyes widened, then closed. His breaths came out in short gasps. “Yesssss!”

Creamy, white liquid shot all over Clark’s abs.

Thomas’s own release pulled at him, demanded he allow it. He thrust again and again to the hilt. His fingers dug into Clark’s calves as he rammed harder and harder. Sweat dripped in his eye, but he didn’t stop to wipe it.

“Clark,” he said on a guttural cry. “Love you.” He pumped a couple more times, letting Clark’s ass milk him dry.

Gulping for air, his heart pounding wildly, he withdrew, sinking to his knees, unable to find the strength to stand.