Chapter 8
He hurt. Bruises formed on his cheek where it hit the wall over and over as Nathan pounded into him from behind, and on his hips where the man’s fingers dug cruelly into his skin and gripped them tightly as if Alex would run away if Nathan hadn’t stopped him.
Well, Alex wouldn’t run away. He couldn’t. Not as long as this hot, punishing rod drove deep into his body, sometimes pulling out a little, only to plunge back again even deeper. Alex could only get away when the burning friction against his insides ceased and he was left sliding down into a boneless heap on the floor.
Alex gagged. He could taste Nathan at the back of his throat. He pushed himself off the floor and staggered toward the bathroom, or he’d retch right there on the carpet. He didn’t even want to imagine what
