Jay knew what it meant for him if this hunger between him and Zinon continued. And yet he could not stop. Every kiss, every touch on his skin set him on a scorching fire. If his tongue was being sucked, Jay would return the favor with equal eagerness. He would pant and grunt in satisfaction if his needy skin was getting its attention.
He never felt like that. Not even with his past women. Sure, his activities were satisfying as hell, but this fuckin’ psycho on top of him seemed to have rewritten all of it. He could never imagine receiving this kind of pleasure under a man’s hand, or was it because it was him?
Jay did not know the answer. His mind went back to the present as Zinon’s hand pulled the seam of his trunks and pulled it off to his knees along with his jeans. Jay, with the same
