Chapter 23 Taste

• Brandon swallowed greedily—and then promptly tried to look grossed out. He finally let the softening cock out of his mouth and tucked it back into Ethan’s pants, his face very warm.
• He got to his feet, trying to act like his pants didn’t have a wet spot. If the asshole mocked him for that, he was going to fucking punch him.
• “I think we should talk about finding a replacement for me,” Brandon said, clearing his throat.