Sonny grabbed Killian's feet under the table before he could get that spot.
He was surprised that Killian wasn't wearing any boots. He could feel the feet in his hand, soft and smooth.
A flicker of hunger flashed in his eyes, and he growled, "You're really picking the wrong time to mess with me."
Killian grinned, his white teeth flashing in the light. He shrugged nonchalantly while sipping the water from the cup.
As he was focused on Killian, he was caught off-guard when Killian pushed his hands away and moved closer to that spot, his cock.
Sonny could feel the flush on his face; he gritted his teeth and felt the sensation of the foot rubbing his length back and forth in slow motion.
He could feel he was getting harder underneath the clothes, his groin tightening and his body flushing like a hot sponge.
Sonny watched Killian, his gaze sharp and wild. "You'll have to pay for that."
Killian arched his brow. "Pay for what?"
Sonny smiled, "Poking the beast."
