Bound By His Rules {M×M}
I want to drop to my knees, yank down Ryder's jeans, and swallow that beast while Sky watches, his own dick freed and slapping against his abs.
They escalate, oblivious to my spying. Ryder spins Sky against the wall, pinning him with his body, one thigh shoving between Sky's legs to grind up against his balls. Sky's head falls back, exposing his throat, and Ryder latches on—sucking hard, teeth grazing, marking him purple.