The clicking noises were coming from Gere’s throat and didn’t seem to need his tongue to happen, because there was no let-up. They were softer now, though, almost reverent. f*****g hell, he wanted that tongue everywhere, especially inside of him.
The thought hadn’t even finished crossing Henry’s mind when Gere gave an excited wing flutter, the tongue unwrapping from his c**k and going on a search between Henry’s legs.
Henry caught his breath, automatically pulling up his knees, wincing when he put too much pressure on his foot. Gere slid one of his hands under Henry’s thigh, lifting his injured leg and draping it over his shoulder, taking all the pressure from his sore ankle. Henry relaxed against the pillow until he felt the first flutter of Gere’s tongue between his cheeks, the tip mov
