Chapter 10

His mouth was warm, his breath warmer, but the problem with Sam’s hands was back. At the very first contact, Sam wanted to crumple to his knees, but the wall kept him upright, only its support keeping him from looking like a callow youth. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had mouths on his cock before. He had. Plenty. But Elijah was already different, and Sam wanted nothing more than to grab Eli’s head and bury himself inside the man’s throat.

“Is this…” Sam gasped when Elijah caught the crown between his teeth, holding it in place while his tongue dug into the slit. His palms slapped against the wall behind him, and he squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to quell his ragged breathing. He swallowed. And again. He finally managed, “I thought I’d be the one on my knees. I was practically there the first day on the set.”