“Tell me, Danny…tell me all the dirty things you want me to do to you.”
Spreading his legs wider to accommodate Cho’s prodding fingers, Danny hooked his ankles around Cho’s waist. He marveled at the strength in the man, holding him upright with one hand while the right toyed with him with slow, measured twists of his fingers.
“I…I want…” Danny tried to clear his mind, to focus his thoughts, but everything was a daze of heat and need and Cho’s hands. “I want…more of you…all of you. Your tongue. Your cock. Want you inside me til I beg for you to go faster.”
Til it hurts. Til I scream. Til I feel…
“You sure about that, Danny?” Cho panted and licked the skin along Danny’s neck. “Think you can handle it?”