“There you go,” Jet whispered, kissing along the top of Taylor’s shoulder. “Just let yourself feel it.” Taylor closed his eyes, letting darkness wash over him as he lost himself to the feeling of Jet drawing patterns over his skin. With every pass, Jet got closer to his dick, and with every denial, Taylor’s want grew. “Please.” The word tumbled from his lips the fifth time Jet denied him that touch. He still wasn’t looking, but he heard Jet chuckle darkly, and he could imagine the smirk on the man’s face. “Oh, please,” he begged again, that time on purpose.
