York slowly opened his mouth, and granted me entrance. I took it for what it was. My brain shut off as I tasted him and relished in his moans. He was just as weak as I was to this thing between us. I greedily swallowed every sound that tried to pass his lips. They were all mine. If I could, I'd keep York all to myself. "Paul," his desperate groan mirrored my own. "God, I need you, York."
