Oh you'll have that in spades. My mouth, my tongue. Teeth. Hands. All that and so much more. I can't wait to taste you again. It's the best taste in the world . . .


[His hands slid over that muscled chest as he watched James' face, smirking. That handsome face. He'd dreamed of it for months, and that body too. But mostly it was that face. Steve loved the way James' face looked, the way his emotions and expressions flittered across those manly features, never staying for very long.

Steve heard it when James' thoughts went straight to the gutter. The rise in his pulse, the faintest hitch in his breathing, the way the blood changed direction, although that might have just been wishful thinking he could hear that well. And he felt it too. Felt James' body react. God he wanted to just toss the man over and fuck him senseless!

He bent over the man, digging his fingers into James' chest as his forehead touched James', noses brushing as he spoke and grinned.]


Tell me. Which dirty thought is it? What can I promise to make you even harder, hmm? Tell me and it's yours . . .