Bryn sighed, low and soft, and Ellis glanced at the bed. The sight of Bryn half undressed and f*****g his own fist floored Ellis with a roundhouse punch to the gut. Suddenly Ellis didn’t give a damn about the rest of the house. If it got Bryn off, if it got Bryn like that to do it with an audience, then Ellis would gladly get f****d in the middle of goddamned Olive Garden.
“Get over here,” Bryn said. No. Pleaded. Ellis heard the unspoken, Before it’s too late. Bryn had his eyes closed. His mouth was bright red. So were his n*****s and the head of his d**k.
Ellis toed off his shoes and tore off his shirt. He managed to get his jeans down to his thighs before Bryn grabbed him. With impressive and surprising strength, Bryn forced Ellis face-first onto the bed. He put his good knee into the
