Chapter 21

He moaned. “Just maybe a lot of sex. And you’re number one hundred, so the warning is serious.”

I laughed. “Number one hundred. You actually want me to believe you’ve been out here getting fucked by a hundred guys?”

He moaned again. “Being an easy bottom is what got me here.”

“Well, that’s fine by me.” There was a small pouch attached to the seat of his motorcycle, bulging with condoms and a near-full bottle of lube. “You come prepared, young man. I’m surprised you have so many of those things left if you’ve been out here with a hundred men.”

He nodded toward the pouch. “It’s sort of a cornucopia type thing.”

I blinked. “A what?” I shook my head. “Never mind. Get your ankles in the air, young man.”

He did as he was told. It was so boiling hot out there that I stripped as naked as the boy. In under a minute, I’d mounted him and hell, did I give him a screwing.

Temperature-wise, it was the hottest hole I’d ever been in.

Sex-wise, it was the hottest hole I’d ever been in.