Chapter 20: He Whimpered With A Mouthful

Lucas POV

I kissed another of the purple splotches on his torso, licked my way to another, each time pressing my lips across a spot where he’d taken a beating during the game.

“Fuck,”

he whispered, his body writhing beneath me as if I was treating him to the most sensual pleasure. I kissed my way down his stomach, to the bruise on his hip bone and the one on his side, tasting the skin as I went.

“Thomas…please…” he begged. I knew we didn’t have much time. My phone call had wasted most of it. I also knew I wouldn’t need the condoms I’d brought with me.

When he finally had me or gave me his ass, I didn’t want to be rushed.

“What do you want, Bashful? Tell me. I want to hear the words, otherwise I’m not going to do anything except make out with your body until you leave.” He chuckled, then cupped the back of my head, ran his fingers through my hair, and pushed me toward his groin. “

Ticktock. We don’t have much time. Tell me.”

"Suck my dick,” Arnold replied, his voice hoarse with obvio