He shivered more from the heat of Taylor’s gaze than the sudden absence of his shirt. “Not just me,” he rasped. His fingers, awkward in his lust, clawed at Taylor’s waist. “Want to see all of you.”
Taylor straightened and tugged his shirt off. His chest was as muscled as Bobby had remembered it, and he immediately remembered all of his fantasies and dreams of pinning Taylor’s slim body beneath his broader frame. Taylor didn’t stop at his shirt, though. He popped the top button of his pants free and gave the zipper a sharp tug to reveal he wasn’t wearing anything beneath his pants.
His mouth watered. “Let me blow you.” He grasped the long c**k with strong fingers, pumping it slowly as he relearned its shape, its texture. “f**k my face, and I’ll return the favor.”
Taylor ran his fingers o
