Chapter Twenty-Six
They stripped off their clothes. Lucas’s fingers fumbled with haste. The drumbeat was in his head: Tom, Tom, Tom. They kissed greedily, urgently—Tom’s c**k burned against his belly, almost branding him—and then they were on the bed, rolling over one another, almost wrestling, kissing fiercely, their mouths hard, hot, hungry.
He found himself on his back. Tom broke the kiss, panting, and sat up. Lucas tried to sit up, too, but Tom shoved him back down and bent and captured Lucas’s c**k in his mouth.
“No,” Lucas said, and grunted as Tom sucked hard. His balls tightened, and his hips twitched helplessly, and then he said, “No,” again more loudly, and sat up and grabbed a handful of Tom’s hair, pulling his head up.
They stared at each other, both breathing heavily. Tom’s
