“Are your glands salivating over the taste of my skin?” Arius pushed the fingers in Lyle’s mouth toward the back of Lyle’s throat. “Does the pounding in your head tell you to eat me? To taste it all?” Arius’s words were breathy and distant. His gaze was glued on Lyle’s mouth. His c**k was an iron rod between the two of them.
Lyle couldn’t have answered Arius if he’d tried. He didn’t. Instead, he worked his tongue around Arius’s fingers furiously and sucked them like they were candy.
Arius wasn’t just breathing hard anymore—he was panting. “You lick me, Lyle, but I don’t believe that’s what you’re looking for, is it?” He pushed his fingers deeper, gagging Lyle, scraping the sensitive skin on the roof of Lyle’s mouth.
If the resulting reaction to Arius’s body hadn’t been so extreme, Lyle
