“Oh! Fuck! Right there!” Gavin shouted, grabbing his dick and giving it a good squeeze.
“Fuck,” Marcus huffed. “I’m getting so close.” Marcus felt his balls tighten and realized he was about to bust a nut.
“Give it to me, baby. Breed my fucking hole.” Gavin moaned, chasing his orgasm as well.
Unable to hold back any longer, Marcus slammed forward, unloading into Gavin.
Feeling Gavin’s asshole tighten around his cock, he watched as Gavin shot his load on the mattress below him.
The fact that he could feel Gavin coming around his dick was so fucking hot.
Was this how gay sex felt all the time? ’Cause, if so, he was a huge fuckin’ fan.
There was no questioning it. Marcus was now addicted to Gavin’s magical hole.
Flopping onto the bed, they turned to face one another. Gavin smiled first, then burst into laughter. Marcus couldn’t help but join in. He had no idea what theywere laughing at, but seeing the pure joy in Gavin’s eyes warmed his heart.
Gavin reached forward and caressed Marcus’s face.
“Wow, we are definitely doing that again. Actually, we’re going to be doing a lot more of that. Every possible chance we get. Your dick is my new crack. I’m addicted and refuse to kick the habit.”
Marcus chuckled at the crazy analogy.
He reached over and pulled Gavin into his body. He pushed the sweaty hair out of Gavin’s bright blue eyes before leaning down to kiss the top of his head.
He was dead. Exhausted. Unable to feel his toes, which were currently curled up inside his body.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” Marcus whispered, lifting Gavin’s chin and leaning in for a passionate kiss.
He grabbed Gavin’s ass with his other hand and gave it a firm squeeze.
“I think it’s safe to say that I’m addicted to this as well.”
Gavin moaned into his mouth as they continued to make out late into the night.
28
GAVIN
“So, what are you doing?” Gavin asked, walking into the living room in sweats and a T-shirt. He walked around the coffee table and picked up one of the books he had been reading.
It was an MM romance about a château in France where wealthy men came to be entertained by high-end escorts. The characters were all flawed and lovable, with an edge-of-your-seat storyline and, of course, a happily-ever-after for each couple.
Marcus looked up from the tablet he was holding and raised an eyebrow at him.
“You’re walking funny.”
Gavin stopped and glared at Marcus.
“Hmm, I wonder why that is?”
Marcus gave him a smirk.
“Want me to get you an ice pack for your prostate?”
“You’re such a gentleman,” Gavin answered, sliding into the crook of Marcus’s arm and laying his head against Marcus’s bare chest.
The man was a tank, with a chest that felt like two firm pillows that wouldn't bend or yield. They might not be the coziest to cuddle, but who in their right mind would turn down the chance to snuggle into the world's sexiest biker?
