Chapter 12

“Whoa, whoa, what the hell?” Scott lifted his ass a little so Preston could remove his jeans and briefs. “What’s the rush?”

“Now,” Preston growled. He knelt next to the bed and, grabbing hold of Scott’s legs, scooted him to the end so he had easy access to Scott’s ass. Before the other man could protest further or say another word, he stabbed his tongue into Scott’s hole.

“Jesus,” Scott breathed, shuddering.

Preston thrust his tongue in over and over, his hand grasping Scott’s erection. He knew he was a little crazed, but he couldn’t seem to control himself. He slipped in a wet finger and then another, spreading Scott’s ass. He wanted to fuck Scott now.

Condom.

He needed to get one. Gritting his teeth, he released his grip on Scott’s cock and stood.

Scott blinked, staring at him. “What?”