Chapter 2
Doug savoured the delight of fresh, hungry saliva in his mouth, licked his lips, then slid them over the head of Beckett’s dick. It was already thick and went deep; he felt it nudging against his palate. He grunted with satisfaction and looked up through eyes that felt heavy with lust, lapping over the crown. Beckett’s cock jerked on his tongue in excited response. Doug would have smiled if his mouth weren’t full of it.
Beckett groaned and his head went back. He gripped the sides of his chair, the castors squeaking slightly under pressure. “Fuck.”