Monday
Heath’s skin wore a gloss of sweat and c*m, and his biceps bulged as he wrapped his fingers around the handcuffs that suspended his arms above his head from a fixing point that crossed the bed. He blew out a breath, trying to regain control over himself.
“Comfortable?” Rhett purred, reaching around Heath’s waist and dragging his nails across Heath’s stomach. Heath sucked in response, tensing his stomach muscles, whilst Rhett’s nails carved a path through the c*m that had turned as gluggy as glue on Heath’s skin.
“I don’t think I have another orgasm in me,” Heath confessed, his voice hoarse, shaking his head. “f**k, Rhett.”
“I think he has more in him,” Talen replied evilly. He stretched in a decadence of muscle, the chains that still bound him to the bed clanking against the f
