“More.”
Jefferson’s moan came from deep in the back of his throat, and his prick visibly jerked. He accommodated Micah’s request with a third finger. His other hand moved from Micah’s body, dipping into what remained of the salve. Micah’s breath caught in his throat as Jefferson gripped his own shaft and began to smooth the gel up and down his skin. Micah watched, entranced, trying to imagine what it would be like to have Jefferson’s thick length spread him, stretch him, split him.
“Micah…are you ready?”
If he were any more ready, he’d burst out of his skin.
“Please, Jefferson.” Unable to resist any longer, he reached down and glided his hand down the length of his lover’s prick. When he reached the base, he coiled his fingers around it and squeezed, tugging at the same time. “I don’t
