Page 104 of Donovan's Men

My gaze eagerly ate up the scene—looking back and forth between the two men.

Hamish’s eyes drifted shut as he nearly bottomed out.

“No, look at me.” Donovan growled the words.

His eyes snapped open, and he met Donovan’s gaze. Obeying the command.

Yeah, I’d have done the same thing. In fact, my cock surged at Donovan’s authoritative tone.

“You okay?”

Hamish nodded at Donovan’s question.

“Then move. Slowly.”

Another frantic nod. Hamish placed his hands on Donovan’s taut abdomen and slowly started to move up and down.

The contrast between the men struck me. Light and dark. Muscular and slender. Bald and shaggy haired.

That contrast amused me. That I would note something so mundane.

Yet when Donovan grasped Hamish’s hair and tugged, I nearly exploded.

“Faster.” Donovan bucked up.

“Yes.” Hamish hissed the word as he picked up the pace.

“You too.” Donovan didn’t look at me, but the intention behind his order clearly resonated in the room.

I grasped my cock harder. For a fraction of a second, I considered lube.

Nah.

Pumping my cock, I matched Hamish’s frantic rhythm.

Donovan grasped his thighs to guide him—breaths coming harshly.

“Oh…” Hamish whimpered.

Is he sore or…oh…

Hamish erupted, his cum spilling out and kind of going in every direction.

Donovan grunted, then held himself still.

I tugged harder, and within a couple of heartbeats, the orgasm overtook me as well. Cum coated my hand as I tried to keep the mess to a minimum. I needn’t have bothered trying. The sheets would need to be replaced after this round.

Hamish fell forward—into Donovan’s waiting arms.

The stronger man gripped him tight. Then he waved me over.

I complied instantly. I plastered myself against them, tucked myself into the crook of Donovan’s right shoulder, and splayed my hand on Hamish’s back.

He giggled.

Donovan chuckled.

All felt right in the world.