Freddie White’s blond, smooth body stretches across the bed while Terry Lawson kneels between his thighs, his dark hair framing a face pressed into the tight, muscular ass of the man below. One hand grips the sheets, the other slides up the back of a thigh, fingers tracing the sharp line of a tattoo just above the hip. The kiss is deep, teeth catching, as Lawson’s mouth moves from lips to throat, his breath hot against the skin.
