Chapter 39
He restrained himself from running, even though he felt like a walking hormone and his cock was already so hard it hurt. Dustin didn’t want to look foolish in front of Raf, but the need to be fucked by him was almost primal. Something out of his control. And shit, he wantedit. Wanted it dirty. He secretly wanted Raf to make him beg. Down deep in his core, in that hidden part of himself, he loved the way it made him feel to beg.
He grabbed the items from his nightstand and went to the living room to find Raf shirtless, the top button on his jeans undone, and shoes set to the side. He stood with hands on hips, looking at Dustin like a starving man stares at the lobster in those restaurant tanks. He crooked his finger, and Dustin stopped just inches from him.
Raf took the supplies and tossed them on the sofa.
“You need to catch up.” Raf pointed at Dustin’s shirt.