A few nights later Grant walked into Rouge and looked around for Paris. When he found him he indicated toward the back, and nodded to Paris to meet him there. After they became cozy in the back booth, Grant whispered in Paris’s ear, and within seconds Paris had begun slithering down beneath the table. Grant gasped when he felt Paris’s hand fumbling with his trousers. While looking around to make sure no one was watching, he felt Paris’s hand on his c**k and rested his hand on Paris’s dark head as he began sucking him.
Grant almost came up off the seat and roughly fisted Paris’s curls and the chase was on. He raced toward the elusive orgasm and began to thrust in and out of his hungry mouth until his entire length was in Paris’s pulsing throat. As the flames began to lick and burn, he bell
