tasting the salty flavor of his sweat overlaying the sweetness of his skin. “When did you get such a filthy mouth?” “Probably when you put your cock in it,” he reasons, and I bark out a laugh. “Jesus, Elijah, you’re something else.” My heart beats harder, that yearning in the deep inside growing more intense. If fucking him against the door doesn’t relieve it, then I may be completely out of my depth.
