Chapter 11 Phenomental

• As the two of them tumbled back onto the sleeping bags, Clay reveled in the feel of the other man’s body as his frame covered him. Exactly like in the hut, that lava feeling seemed to go deeper than his skin. The heat seeped into his bones. The strange feeling was like a set of warm strings were wrapped around his heart.
• Clay’s cock didn’t need any more encouragement. His shaft nudged at Brice’s washboard abs. When Brice’s thighs straddled Clay’s hips, he rubbed against him.
• “I like how you feel in my arms.” Brice dug his fingers into Clay’s hair and brought his lips closer.