The blinders might block the sun from entering their room still, but Ryley knew damn sure the sky had turned bright outside.
So why was he suddenly here now, crawling on the sides of Clyde's legs, swallowing his throat from time to time as if not sure what to do with the throbbing cock in front of him?
Ryley had no idea what kind of demon possessed him that his head slowly lowered and his hand moved on itself to stroke the Alpha's veiny girth.
A few moments before, Clyde was seen furrowing his brows with his eyes still closed.
He dreamed that he was ordering a room service, and everything was fine until a housekeeper who delivered his meal accidentally spilled a hot drink on his lap.
"Ah, Sir! I... I'm terribly sorry...!" The guy worriedly threw himself on his knees and took out a napkin to wipe the stain on the Alpha's lap. "I sincerely apologize for my mistake! Is it still hurt?"
