Chapter 8Ben’s lips softened and opened under his, allowing Trey’s tongue to slip inside the moist warmth. His c**k grew impossibly hard and far too constrained in his slacks. Trey broke the kiss and, slipping off the barstool, spared a glance for the hallway he knew must lead to the bedroom.
Before he could get out a word, Ben’s lips returned to his, the man’s arms wrapping around Trey’s waist, bringing their crotches together.
Oh, Christ.
Trey cupped Ben’s perfect round ass through the faded jeans, which he now couldn’t wait to get off him. What was it about Ben that always made him want to attack the man? Yeah, Ben was hot, but he usually could restrain himself.
Right now, he didn’t care. He just wanted to get Ben into the bedroom. Grabbing one of Ben’s wandering hands, he pulled hi
