Chapter 4Jordan woke in a sweat and kicked the covers to the back of the bed. His head ached, a dull throb that matched the faint notes of the music box thrumming in the air. Bennie rolled against him, body slick with sweat.
“Hey…” he began, but Bennie’s mouth clamped on his, a sweet thrust of tongue, shifting to a battle of wills as lust jolted through Jordan. They kissed in earnest, sucking, devouring. Jordan rolled Bennie’s slight frame under him. He wondered at their nakedness; he didn’t remember undressing; but then gave up all thought as Bennie moved, thrusting their hard c***s together. Pleasure sparked along Jordan’s nerves, igniting threads of fire throughout his body.
With unexpected strength, Bennie shoved him over, reversing their positions. He pinned Jordan’s arms to the mat
