From the moment he joined Nate in the taxi, he understood his destiny. Nate Francisco had him at the airport. He held on from their initial introductions, no matter how lame they were, and Nate now owned him—heaven help him—completely. Nate released him and started to stand. “Don’t,” Donovan said, almost pleading. Nate’s lips curved in a smile. “You want some more of me?” Donovan stroked himself. Yes, he wanted more. He longed for more than he ever expected to want from another ISO. He needed more than he ever desired in the past. “Let me fuck you,” Donovan said, astonished he made the request and feeling the heat lick at his skin while he waited for Nate’s reaction. “A cock won’t fit in this tight ass, lover.” Like hell. Donovan highly doubted that one. Nate was all but fucked now. Pressing his lips to the inside of Nate’s thigh, he sucked the skin. Trailing up and down his leg, his tongue swiped at Nate’s clammy flesh. Higher and lower, his mouth remained committed to contact.
