Ten lines from my NASCAR novella, Hot Laps! I'm currently working on the next in the series, so keep your eyes peeled for it! For now, enjoy this white hot ten lines!
Ten lines of heat!
Will leaned on the shower wall and groaned. The chill of the tiles helped diminish the fever on his skin, but not much. He smoothed one hand over his balls and continued to masturbate. Adam looked so damn hot bound in rope and with a red ass. Tingles radiated from Will’s head to his toes then centered in his groin. His nerve endings buzzed. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t drag enough air into his lungs.
“Adam,” he murmured and increased the speed of his strokes. He gritted his teeth and pulled on his cock, adding pain to his pleasure. More images of Adam came to mind. Adam strapped tight to the St. Andrew’s cross with red streaks crisscrossing his stomach, Adam holding his legs tight to his torso while Will plundered his asshole, holding Adam afterwards and whispering words of love to the only man he’d ever really cared for.