Chapter 8: Damian and Ridge, Blissful
The s*x with Ridge lasted longer than any other man that Damian had had s*x with in the last ten years. Ridge’s libido and drive reminded Damian of an unstoppable jackhammer, drilling into cement, upending pieces of asphalt. Frankly, Ridge acted like a top-performing gay porn star: Brent Everett, Brent Corrigan, Landon Conrad, or Jimmy Durano.
Not only was the s*x great, but Ridge also knew how to kiss. He delved his tongue into Damian’s mouth a number of times as the windows in the Frontier steamed. He peeled Damian’s shirt off, pinched his lover’s n*****s, licked Damian’s neck with an outstretched tongue.
“Damn, do I love you. I can’t stop thinking about you on these gigs while chasing after bad guys.”
Damian couldn’t respond, lost under Ridge’s
