"Ahhh, f**k!" Ace spurted hot, tangy streams into Paul's mouth, and Paul drank him down.
He suckled the last drops off the tip and savored the lingering taste as Ace came down from his release.
Paul's first thought was More.
He shook his head to clear it. He was never going to get his fill of this man. He needed to go to Overeaters Anonymous. OverAcers Anonymous?
His second bite at the apple wasn't doing anything to satisfy his hunger. And at this moment he wanted nothing more than to bury himself inside that tight ass again.
But Steven's guest bathroom was hardly the place for that, even though his erection was straining at the zipper of his jeans. Even though Ace's beautiful, sated body was slumped onto the closed toilet seat. Right in front of him. Smelling of sweat and s*x.
He'd
