Ashton knelt by the couch. He didn't touch me yet, just let his hard cock hover inches from my face. His scent—purely male and aroused—was like a drug, pulling me in. I reached out tentatively, brushing my fingers along it, feeling the heat and smoothness.
"Kai, move over," Dristan ordered. He stood up and pulled down his own pants and briefs. His cock was the scariest, a powerful, veined length that looked impossibly long and thick. The girth made me swallow hard. It bobbed as he moved, drawing my eyes.
