Gordon’s Cat
By Aundrea Singer
“Seriously, Gordon, your cat’s staring at me,” Mitch said.
Gordon spit out Mitch’s zipper and looked up at him. “My cat is not staring at you.”
“He is! He totally—oh, wow…” Mitch’s voice faded into incoherence as Gordon used his fingers instead of his talented lips to free Mitch’s c**k from his jeans. Mitch tipped his head back with a happy groan, barely wincing as his skull connected with the door he was standing against. Normally Mitch would’ve preferred a bed, but Gordon apparently had other plans and that was fine. That was great. Especially when he did that thing with his hands that made Mitch gasp and then that other thing with his tongue that was just—
The cat hissed.
Mitch’s eyes flew open.
The cat was standing next to his right foot, glaring u
