“f**k,” he breathed.
“Damn, you got a mouth on you, cher! Have I ever told you that?” His fingers went deeper and his thumb caressed the skin between Dakota’s legs.
But he suspected that Gage cursed nearly as often as he did.
He licked his lips. “Oh, you have no idea.” Kissing his way down Gage’s chest and stomach, he paused just above his waistline as Gage’s fingers reluctantly slid out of him. “I’m pretty f*****g good with it.” With more freedom to move, Dakota yanked down his friend’s cargo shorts. The boxers followed soon after.
Already hard. Already aroused beyond what he thought possible for someone who professed to never orgasm from other people. But maybe he could turn it on and off on cue. Maybe this was just par for the course.
Leaning in, Dakota let his tongue touch him. Ju
