When he woke several hours later, that ache was still there.
His groin throbbed like a bad tooth, stunted desire pulsing through his body with every beat of his heart. Matt rolled away from the warm body of his lover and threw his legs over the side of the bed to sit up, only to find his rock-hard c**k poking him in the stomach. The touch of his own skin on the extra-sensitive tip of his d**k made him want to weep. “God,” he gasped. He needed release, and not just his own hand—he wanted Vic.
He had no one to blame for his blue balls but himself.
Pushing away from the bed, Matt stumbled to the bathroom and turned on the shower. He didn’t even bother with the hot water, just stood beneath a blast of icy droplets as he willed his ardor away. Vic’s dreaming mind didn’t help matters—his l
