Chapter 23
Farrah pushed away with a wicked grin and pulled his shirt over his head, leaving his hair in disarray. He made short work of his boots, then pushed his way out of his breeches. There was no shyness, no embarrassment, he stood, feet planted apart, chest heaving. He had no body hair on his chest, just a soft trail of dark blond hair from his navel down to where his cock stood proudly to attention. His thighs were muscled and dusted with hair.
“Will I do?” he whispered.
“Oh…Farrah…”
“Say my name.”
Charles looked at him and it took a moment. He licked his lips. “Sebastian?”
He nodded and ran a hand down his torso to take his cock in his hand and pump it a couple of times. Charles said his name over and over in his head. Sebastian. Sebastian. Sebastian.
“Now you.” Sebastian’s dark eyes were shimmering with passion and need.