Chapter 18
Lewis slipped his shirt off so it hung inside-out over the back of his chair. Naked, he was utterly gorgeous. His skin was very nearly flawless, from what Nathaniel could see through the rose-coloured glasses that had firmly installed themselves over his eyes. There was a tattoo on his arm, up near his shoulder, which might have been Celtic.
Lord, his body was good enough to eat. And still, Nathaniel stared.
“What are you waiting for?” Hannah asked. Her voice was husky and low when she whispered, “Suck it.”
“Yeah, suck it.” Lewis wrapped gentle fingers around the base of his c**k and slowly stroked the root.
Their speech went some way to breaking the spell cast by that gorgeous brown d**k, but Nathaniel found himself entranced by the motion of Lewis’s hand, stroking,
