Six Sentence Sunday

Hello, everyone! For the month of September, I'm featuring snippets from my gay lawyer series, Wranglers. Last week, you met Derek and Sam in the first story, Discovery. This week in Voir Dire, they've been sort-of dating for a while.

“That’s mine,” he said, then started when he realized he said it out loud. His eyes shot open to lock with Derek’s. The sheer lust in them proved his undoing, his balls tightening, his cock pulsing as he shot over his stomach.

In a flash, Derek was off the chair, across the room, climbing onto the bed to cover Sam’s hand with his own. Before Sam’s orgasm had even begun to subside, their mouths fused together in a tangle of tongues and teeth, and Derek sucked away his breath as they both stroked Sam’s cock. Sam vibrated from head to toe, his fingers sticky, his shaft stickier, but none of it was nearly as good as the taste of Derek’s lips, the expert way he pulled Sam in and made him forget the world even existed outside the heat of their bodies.

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