Today’s Six Sentence Sunday is another little bit from my college roommates novella:
Keith buried his head against Greg’s neck again and drove his hips hard and fast, reaching his own finish line less than a minute later. A low growl escaped his throat as his orgasm tore through him.
He relaxed against Greg as his body shivered with aftershocks. Holy shit, was all his mind could seem to serve up. All the sex he’d had for the past year and a half put together couldn’t measure up to that.
He might have just spoiled himself for nameless, faceless casual sex forever.