Chapter 3“I can feel your heartbeat.” With Hendrix’s head at the footboard end and his mouth at Robin’s crotch, the position lined them up chest to lower gut. Robin could feel the rapid pounding, even as he reveled in the sensation of his c**k being wetted and teased.
“If that’s all you can feel, I’m doing something wrong,” Hendrix joked.
They had made it to the bedroom, where Mags knew enough to lie on the rug at the foot of the bed somehow, instead of up against the pillows. Still, Robin worried. He was certain the bedclothes smelled like dog. He wondered if his condoms were past their expiration date, as his mind kept debating whether things should even go that far. He fretted over his gray hair and older body, even as Hendrix’s younger one pressed against it, upside down. So much for
