Someone who drives him to the edge but won’t let him fall. Someone he can trust completely, body and soul, someone he can lose himself in. When a local gay bar called the Code hosts a fetish night, Stefan goes looking to be conquered.
that blossoms in him. And no one to share it with, he thinks.
The arm closest to Stefan bulges with strength, the skin rough and ruddy from long exposure to the sun. Raising his glass, Stefan gives the stranger a drunken grin and has to shout over the crowd to be heard. “Hey.”
his hair tickling Stefan’s thighs, closer, until his hot whiskey-wet lips kiss the tip of Stefan’s d**k.
Take me home, he wants to say, his mind filled with images of the two of them entwined together in someone’s bed, but he can’t seem to remember how to put those thoughts into wor
