Chapter 7

“Come on, Rick. Admit that you like to be taken…that you want to feel my big, heavy balls slapping against you. That all kinds of filthy things are rattling around in your brain. All you have to do is ask. Do you like that?” Josh nuzzled Rick’s ear with his tongue and hot breath. “Tell me. Let me show you pleasure like you’ve never known.”

Shit. This man knew his way around sexy talk. Rick closed his eyes and gave in to the imagery flooding his mind. His cock was so hard, it hurt pressed against the zipper in his jeans. “Fuck,” he cried, opening his eyes. “How did you know? Yes, I want everything you said. Please, Josh.” He no longer cared about feeling embarrassed. He wanted—needed—everything Josh offered.