Chapter 45

It had been a long time since Lucky had another man kneeling in front of him, a long time since he felt rough stubble against his skin, since a pair of large hands gripped his hips and held him in place. He hadn’t denied himself because of Stella—she was always ready for anything Lucky wanted to try—but as soon as he felt Shane’s lips against his sensitive crown, he understood that he had been waiting for Shane. Lately, nobody but Shane had caught his eye.

He couldn’t stop touching Shane. Inch after inch of his length disappeared into Shane’s perfect mouth, and his hands wandered over his wet hair, his cheekbones, the line of his jaw, the slope of his shoulders. Occasionally, he found a sensitive spot, and the resulting moan vibrated through his cock.