Chapter 37

Mark loosened his hold on Paul’s cock. After all, if he didn’t he wouldn’t get what he desperately needed, said cock inside him.

Paul sat back on his heels, leaned forward and lapped his tongue over the leaking slit of Mark’s cock. “Don’t move,” he ordered before getting off the bed and going in search of the lube stashed in his bag.

“As if I would.” Mark’s gaze followed Paul, admiring yet again his muscular back and fine, tight ass. This time he’d bottom, the next time perhaps it would be Paul.

And that’s one of the things that makes us work. We’re flexible with our wants, in and out of bed.

Paul returned, kneeling between Mark’s outstretched legs. Mark lifted them. Expectation of what came next had his cock hardening painfully. When Paul slipped one well-lubed finger inside him, teasing his gland, Mark almost came on the spot, and might have if Paul hadn’t circled the base of his cock with finger and thumb, saying with a grin, “Not yet. You tortured me. Now it’s myturn.”