Chapter 10
“Please,” Mitch sighed. He flexed his sphincter, trying to entice his lover. He wanted a hard, rough fuck, and he wanted it now
“Patience,” Daryl said with a laugh. “I’m the professional here, remember? Let me do my thing.”
Mitch grunted. “And what’s that?”
Leaning over his lover, Daryl whispered into Mitch’s ear, “The best you’ve ever had.”
With maddening, deliberate slowness, Daryl started at Mitch’s shoulders again. Through the hole in the padded cushion, Mitch could see his lover’s feet and, above them, the half-erect dick poking from Daryl’s crotch. He stuck out his tongue as if to lick it, but he knew he’d never be able to reach that far, and he couldn’t. “You look like you’re ready to come yourself,” he murmured. “So why aren’t you inside me already?”
“I have a massage to finish,” Daryl told him.