And this time, he doesn’t gag.
Henry shook his head to free it of the recollection, which made him hard. He had a fleeting memory of how Kade’s cock felt in his mouth, spasming as he shot his seed into his throat. He remembered the taste of it, so sweet with just a hint of brininess.
Henry wanted more.
He drew in a deep breath, feeling a potent cocktail of longing and shame. He moved up along the little street running parallel to the beachfront known as Sheridan Square and stopped just a few feet back from where Kade lay, oblivious to his being there. Henry wondered what music he was listening to, what book he was reading. Only last summer, they had read The Hunger Gamestrilogy together.