17 Chapter 17

With his tongue and lips, Paul wets the front of Adam’s briefs, sucking at him through material that’s tight and damp and chilly where the night air caresses it. He whimpers, thrusting at Paul, picking at the briefs with eager hands Paul slaps away. Paul’s own hands rub over Adam’s hips, tickling under his jeans and over his skin, massaging his flesh. When Paul sticks his tongue beneath the elastic leg band pinched between Adam’s thigh and his groin to lick at the soft skin of his balls, Adam sobs his name. “Please,” he sighs, picking at his underwear. It chafes against him and he wants it gone, he wants nothing between himself and Paul and he wants to be in that hot, wet mouth that’s been teasing him all night long, he wants that now.“Oh, God, please…”