This time he sucked one of Isaac’s balls into his mouth and had to be careful not to release it with a telling pop. Then he did the same with the other.
Ford merely slowed his speech so he could take a longer breath between sentences, no otherwise telling signs to give himself away. He was ready for Andrew now and whatever he might do. Or so he thought.
Andrew took another drink, sucked a finger into his mouth, and held it there for a count of twenty. Then he slid it beneath Ford’s balls and teased gently at his mostly impossible to reach entrance, but oh, he knew a graze would be more than enough.
Ford had the thermos in hand, Andrew could just barely see above him, occasionally stealing sips of his own, but his left hand settled under the table on his thigh and tightened into a fist—o
