Paul shook his head to clear it. It didn't matter what that man smelled like or how addicting his touch was - last night was just like every other s****l encounter he'd had with men. One night only. Get in and get off. Scratch that itch.
But his hands twitched to keep scratching.
For some reason, he felt guilty about leaving without a word once they had both come so explosively. That was new -- usually, he forgot their faces the second his balls had emptied.
Not this time. He remembered everything about Ace -- the taste of his sweaty neck, the delicious shape of his ass, the impossibly tight home his d**k had found there.
They hadn't exchange more than first names and orgasms. And Paul wasn't about to start hanging out at Sparks on a regular basis just to look for him. So it was best t
