And yet more from Messrs Rider and Sutton:
“Are you strong enough to make me stop, lieutenant?”
“What kind of fucked up—”
Rider cupped his balls and Sutton froze. The hot spike of lust caught him and he couldn’t breathe. Clever fingers teased him to new levels of need.
“Maybe there is something still fucked up in my brain, but I know I want someone to make me end this.” Rider’s breath brushed his lips and his whisper was raw and hot. “Are you him?”