“Ohhhh,” Gabe moaned as Deuce worked his wet tongue down his c**k until he began a slow pull with his lips, wetting, sucking, and bringing him closer and closer to the edge. Finally, a low moan escaped from his throat.
He was driving Gabe crazy with his hot lips grazing his flesh. Damn, this dark-haired devil was good. It made Gabe wonder how much experience he had doing this kind of thing. It didn’t matter.
As long as he could make him quiver like that, making the velvety rush of an orgasm tease and taunt him until the final blast, he sure as hell didn’t care.
Just then Deuce released him. “Don’t come. Not yet.” He rose up over Gabe and lowered his body on top of him. “I’ve been waiting too long to be inside you. I want to see you when you come,” he said, “so don’t turn your head away.
