Adjusted.Shawn glanced sideways—and caught it.Tre’s dick.Hard.Huge.Easily ten and a half inches, thick, dark, veins running up the shaft—and pierced. Show me what you’ve learned.”Tre walked in slowly.The submissive looked up. Gay sex “I remember you wearin’ them busted-ass gators and still pullin’ a girl that wasn’t even from our school.”Jax leaned forward. “I remember you wearin’ them busted-ass gators and still pullin’ a girl that wasn’t even from our school.”Jax leaned forward. “Yeah. Clean. Char & Smoke was real. “Next time, I’m fuckin’ you over that mirror.”Shawn didn’t move. “Right. Make him remember who the fuck you belong to.”He reached around and gripped Shawn’s shaft, tight, stroking in rhythm with each deep thrust.Shawn was shaking, eyes rolled back, mouth open.“I’m gonna fill you so deep you’ll taste it. Breaths. “Won’t, either.”Silence.Tre stepped back. Four in culinary school by day, bar-backing by night. The way the plug slid just a little with every stroke.“You ever ride wit’ that still in?”“Shut up,” Shawn hissed—but his voice cracked. Rolled his tongue along his molars. His jock was damp. Chest rising. Wife pulled the “we never go anywhere” card. “You still here.”Shawn raised a brow.
