Shane trapped the base between finger and thumb, letting go with his other hand to caress the top of Lucky’s thighs. He stopped with half the shaft inside his mouth, his tongue swiping around and around the crown, and brushed his knuckles over Lucky’s sac.
Lucky jerked. Two more inches disappeared past Shane’s lips.
Moans reverberated into his flesh. Cupping his balls, Shane breathed deeply, his lashes fluttering shut. Each flare of his nostrils cast another hot breath over Lucky’s skin. In some ways, he felt more alive now than he ever had before the accident. That had to be Shane. If only he had known sooner…
Lucky was relieved he didn’t have to breathe. He still sighed and gasped—out of habit—but he didn’t need to force his chest to rise and fall. He didn’t need to do anything except
