Page 44 of Donovan's Men

In acknowledgment, Tyson nodded back.

I liked that he sought permission. I wouldn’t have expected any less—but it reassured.

He licked the tip of Hamish’s cock.

Hamish gasped.

Tyson grinned as he licked his way along the vein on the underside. Then, as if realizing he’d be in this position for a while, he knelt properly—placing his knees on the ground.

I would’ve offered a pillow, but I was too entranced, watching this scene. And I feared any disruption would remind the men of my presence. That might cause Hamish to crawl back into his protective shell.

“Sit.” Tyson urged Hamish. “Let me make you feel good. When Tyson reached the tip, he sucked in the head completely and hollowed his cheeks.

Hamish laid his hand gently on the man’s head—clearly for support.

Tyson sucked him in deeper.

When he grasped Hamish’s balls, the man arched his neck back and let out something resembling a sob.

I caught a glint in Tyson’s eye as he cut me a quick glance. In reciprocity, I stroked my cock through the layers of fabric.

He redoubled his efforts, hollowing out his cheeks to suck as hard as I imagined he could. He might’ve gagged a bit, but he kept up a steady pace.

“I’m…uh…oh God…” Hamish couldn’t seem to find the requisite words.

Tyson seemed to understand.

Hamish’s pelvis jerked, and then he let out another long moan.

In response, Tyson swallowed several times. When he appeared finished—and Hamish appeared spent—he eased him to lie prone on the couch. Then he wrapped him into the blanket he’d so carefully laid out.

After a moment, Hamish tugged the blanket around himself and closed his eyes.

Tyson eyed my crotch.

As Hamish was clearly blissed out, I didn’t feel guilty about pulling my cock out. Several rough tugs and I came.

Hard.

The entire time, I held Tyson’s gaze.This, this, this. You could have this.

He cocked his head—almost in acknowledgment.

I wagged my eyebrow and pointed to his obvious erection that strained his jeans.

After a moment, he gave me what I could only term a cocky grin.

Apparently, blue balls didn’t bother him.

I liked he put other people’s pleasure before his own. I’d have to make certain, however, that didn’t become a habit. Him getting off was as important as the rest of us.

Then as if realizing something, he moved over to my chair. He pressed one hand to the back and the other to my thigh—mere inches away from my deflated cock. In an instant, he pressed his lips to mine, demanding entrance.

I granted it.

And tasted both the familiar and the new. Tyson’s taste I’d recognize anywhere, but Hamish’s cum was unfamiliar to me. I savored it.

I liked it.