Coming up beside him, Mitchell dumped the condoms and lotion onto the table, then let his hand drift to Romy’s c**k. “Here,” he murmured, pushing Romy’s hand aside as he leaned closer for another kiss. “Let me.”
Mitchell’s lips touched Romy’s, which parted beneath his mouth. His tongue slipped inside, over his smooth teeth, the soft inside of his cheek, delving into him. Romy moaned beneath their kiss as he rubbed Mitchell’s wrist, up his forearm, to cradle his elbow in one hand. With sure fingers, Mitchell massaged Romy’s thick length. He encircled the shaft at its base, then kneaded his way along the veined c**k to its tip, which he covered with his palm as Romy sighed into him. “Yes.”
Taking charge, Romy moved away from the pool table and turned to lay Mitchell back. Without breaking
