Chapter 8
It was like the world began to move in slow motion. Every single one of his dirty fantasies—okay, maybe not every single one, he had quite a collection at this point—seemed poised to become reality. Especially as he watched Seth get down on his knees, never once relinquishing his hold on the prize. Derrick feared his legs might give out just because of the sheer anticipation. He tried thinking of non-s****l things, afraid he might c*m too early and then the whole encounter would be over.
But those more innocent thoughts were instantly forgotten when Seth kissed him. Derrick clawed his hands against the door. The flick of Seth’s tongue over the tip of his member was almost more than he could handle. He groaned, eyes rolling into the back of his head. Derrick wanted to block out
