Chapter 6

The kiss was slow but without the earlier hesitation. Scott’s lips softened under his. Preston slipped his tongue past the slight opening of the other man’s lips, grazing his teeth, searching for the warmth of Scott’s tongue.

The same sexy growl from before rose in Scott’s throat, and he reached around to grasp Preston’s ass cheeks, his strong fingers pressing in, gripping through the material.

Preston’s cock was so hard he thought for just a moment it really would rip through his briefs. He needed relief. Had to have it. Grabbing the hands kneading his ass, he brought them to the crotch of his pants and urged Scott to squeeze him.

Scott obliged, cupping him there, but then he moved his fingers to the zipper of Preston’s slacks. With aching, agonizing slowness, Scott slid down the zipper. Preston shook with need, continuing to plunder Scott’s mouth with his.