"Ride me, baby. Ride me like you're born to do it."
Andrew's body instantly shuddered, his breath hitched at Elio's command and the hunger it held beneath. His insides twisted, and a new kind of hunger of his own surged through him. It sent a restless thrill through him, making him eager to obey and act instantly.
Andrew breathed heavily and gazed at Elio. And the moment his gaze met Elio's, his entire body caught fire. Elio looked at him as if—no, it wasn't as if; he was desperately waiting, anticipating, hoping, with hunger for him to ride him. He was waiting eagerly to see him ride him, pleasuring himself with Elio's cock without Elio doing anything.
Elio wanted him to ride him. Shit, he wanted him to ride him; that's what he was born for. And he wanted to see it. It made something dark unravel within him, wanting to answer that need, that hunger, with his own.
