Chapter 12

Oh, man. Oh, my gods, now I know what awesome feels like.

Once Jake started sucking, Boz knew it would be over fast. For the duration, time had no meaning. It might have been seconds or hours. When his hips bucked off the bed, Jake held him down. Heat, wetness, pressure, and tension ratcheted to a shimmering tautness.

When the dam finally broke, he exploded into Jake’s mouth so hard he feared the other man might choke. Jake didn’t; he didn’t pull back or spit or gag or flinch either. He didn’t lift his head until the final spurt subsided.

“It ain’t over till it’s over, you know,” Jake reminded him. “I’ll give you about five to get it together, get it up, and put me where you want me.”

“Is that weeks, hours, or minutes?” Although at the moment he felt as wrung out as a limp old washrag, Boz would give it his best shot. He’d promised, and he had his honor to uphold. With Jake watching him while wearing nothing save a crooked come-on grin, it proved easier than he had expected.