Chapter 21
Vic slept until quarter to nine and, just before he woke, he had the most deliciously kinky dreams. Images of Matt, bound hand and foot, helpless on a tall stool before him. His lover’s lips, so soft beneath his own, so pliant—Vic could almost taste them pressed against his mouth. Matt’s bare knees spread apart, the front of his swim trunks tenting over the head of the hard c**k that jutted from his crotch. Vic dreamed of his hands easing into those shorts, fingers tickling under the hems of the leg holes and finding their way over Matt’s thighs to meet at the erection between his legs. Matt moaned into his mouth, the sound so real it caused Vic’s hands to clench into his pillow as he thrust against the mattress in his sleep, seeking some relief to the throbbing erection pinned
