Chapter Three
MITCHELL WOKE UP THE next morning with an aching erection and therefore, a sour mood. j*********f was almost impossible when you shared a room with another guy, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
He turned onto his side away from Dazz, who was still snoring away in the other single bed, and wrapped the fingers of his left hand around his stiff prick. Oh, f**k!
The sensation was electric-hot and he moved his hand, his balls drawing up tight almost immediately. The head of his c**k was swollen and sensitive, his fist slick with the leaking pre-c*m. He hated to admit it, even to himself, but he’d been dreaming about Jayden. Those beautiful green eyes taunting him as Jay f****d him long and hard while he lay on his back with his legs wrapped around his lover.
