20
Serge
‘Joshua, do you have to look that good in front of your friends? I want to bend you over that pool table and f**k you until you’re hoarse from screaming my name.’ I thought as I walked over to him.
We were apart for only twenty-four hours, and all I could think about was how much I wanted to taste him, and feel his ass gripping my c**k while I made him come. Thank God I had a long jacket on.
“Hi.” I breathed, transfixed by his eyes. We stood there staring at each other, then I heard someone clearing their throat.
One of his buddies was standing behind him, looking very protective. Normally I didn’t give a damn about what other people thought of me, but I had a feeling Joshua’s friends wouldn’t appreciate that. Everything was about Joshua, and I knew I couldn’t run and hide fr
