Chapter SevenDANTE’S SPINE WAS tingling, pleasure enticing him out of sleep. He moaned, reaching down to whatever was spoiling him so much. His fingers touched coarse hair and he threaded them into it. f**k, Tommy’s mouth felt amazing. Memories of their night together flooded his mind as he awoke to the reality of the blow job tightening his balls. Tommy’s fingers, wet and a little cold, penetrated him. If felt good, but not enough. Dante wanted Tommy’s c**k. He opened his mouth to say so, but he stopped, knowing he’d miss the feel of his tongue.
“What the f**k?” Dante gasped as Tommy squeezed the base of his c**k.
“Sorry.” Tommy chuckled as he slid up Dante’s body. His grin clearly hadn’t gotten the message about Tommy being sorry.
Dante wanted to be annoyed or at least act like it, bu
