32
GARRETT
Wyatt whispered my name again like I was the god of his universe, his sole source of life-giving energy. And no amount of lingering guilt would allow me to deny him.
I didn’t want to walk away.
Couldn’t.
A slow drag from the clasp of his hot a*s made us both groan, and I stroked back in, burying half my length in his body. Even with the latex between us, his silken heat burned me up from the inside out.
“More.”
The needy fucker topped from the bottom, but I didn’t give a s**t. It had been too f*****g long since I’d been offered the gift of an a*s.
I backed out—and thrust.
Wyatt grunted and pulled me down, leaving no air between us. Our mouths connected in a consuming kiss, mutual desire for more shared between us without words.
I rocked in and out of him with harsh thr
