He looked too hungry not to inspire the devil from rising in Randy’s head. As if reading Vaughn’s demand as its exact opposite, Randy loosened his hand and reverted to the slow, easy stroke he’d been doing prior. Vaughn’s eyelids flew open, his eyes fixated on Randy’s face, and Randy grinned down at him. “What was that, Vaughn?”
Randy’s own c**k was gripped furiously, and Randy was flipped on to his back before he could even gasp out surprise. “You like to tease?” Vaughn asked in a low, deep voice.
The tile was cold enough to steal Randy’s voice. He arched his back off the floor, and when he could find his voice Randy chuckled. “Actually, yes.”
“Not this time,” Vaughn snarled.
He said it in a tone that, had Randy been walking down a dark alley, would have lifted the hair on Randy’s nec
