Scott’s own c**k throbbed. It didn’t just throb. It ached. The pain spread to his lower stomach, tightening the muscles in his abdomen, and then reached around to his lower back in a strange, awkward embrace. His balls were heavy, smashed in his pants, and his clothes had never felt more ridiculously uncomfortable. But he didn’t let that distract him from the come hitting the back of his tongue. He swallowed again and again, coaxing every drop from Duke.
“James…James…” The hand on his head disappeared, gripping his shoulder instead. Duke tugged, but he refused to rise until he was ready, until he’d had enough to tide him over until they got into Duke’s bed. “Damn it, James, stop. Please.”
James blinked up at him. “What?” he asked innocently.
The gaze Duke leveled at him was pure black,
