Chapter 8

“Just what?” prodded Derrick, giving his hips a little thrust. Seth took hold of Derrick’s earlobe, grazing it with his teeth. “Please,” Derrick pleaded, breathless.

“Please, what?”

“You know.”

“Say it. I want to hear the words leave your mouth.”

Their eyes locked. Would Derrick have the courage to finally voice the one thing he’d longed for all these months? Seth hoped so, silently urging on the younger man. He wanted to maintain the upper hand, but it was getting harder—no pun intended—and he very much wanted Derrick in his mouth.

“Taste me. Please, Seth, fuck me.”8