Limbs really could turn to jelly. If not for Dean’s powerful grasp, Jay would have slid to the floor. There, he might dissolve from the lust muddying his thoughts, zinging through his nerves, wringing the fight out of him. Dean’s thumb worked in a smooth, sensuous glide across his slit and more moisture than he thought possible continued to seep out of him. Dean’s strong fingers formed a vice along his length underlining the fluid stroke. Soft exhalations, moans, inarticulate noises leaked from Jay’s mouth as freely as semen from his d**k.
“c*m-slut, is that the word, Jay? Arse-w***e, is that the other?”
He should be angry. Any other time and place, any other person saying those things, and this would have been over before it started. Jay trembled, made a small sound of complaint but thi
