Chapter 45
Mike looked like he was going to laugh. “Are you going for the striptease effect?”
“Absolutely.” Kurt grinned at him and pulled him into an aggressive sloppy kiss. He was rewarded by Mike’s hands on his ass, kneading, fingers digging into muscle.
“My turn,” Mike said. He unbuckled Kurt’s belt, but left it hanging, instead unzipping Kurt’s fly and sliding his hand down inside to cup Kurt’s balls. His thumb dragged down along the stiff ridge of Kurt’s dick, only one layer of fabric separating skin from skin.
“You’re torturing me,” Kurt said.
Mike pushed Kurt’s pants all the way to his ankles and Kurt stepped out of them. Kurt looked at Maggie. She was slouched on the sofa, watching with avid interest.
“All the way,” she said to Kurt. “I already know what he looks like naked.” She gave Mike a wicked smile.