Chapter 4

Alex’s POV.

Marcus’s words hung in the hot, stuffy air between us, his big hand still tight on my jaw, his cock throbbing thick and heavy right under my soaked shorts. 

My hole clenched on nothing, pulsing with this empty needy feeling that made my stomach twist with shame and something hotter. 

I could feel every inch of that fat ridge pressing up between my cheeks through the thin fabric, the heat of it burning against my hole every time I shifted even a little on his lap. 

My own cock was rock hard now, trapped in my shorts and leaking steady, the front of them already dark...