Page 71 of Game On

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you top?”

“Uh-huh.” Dorian grinned at the top of his head. “Do you bottom?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Do you top?”

“Uh-huh.” Jamie paused long enough to grin up at him from his waist. “Tonight especially. I’m going to fucking own you.” In the next moment, he’d unzipped Dorian’s pants, wrenched them down to his thighs along with his underwear, and took him in his mouth.

Dorian nearly came off the bed. “Fuck. Jamie, shit.”

Light and pleasure exploded within him. One hand in Jamie’s hair, the other clutching the pillow beneath his head, he sucked in a sharp breath as Jamie swirled his tongue around the tip of his cock.

“Lube,” Jamie demanded.

“Nightstand.”

Dorian shucked his pants and underwear the rest of the way while Jamie got the lube. He came back with a condom as well, and when his gaze settled back on Dorian, it went molten.

Jesus, was there anything better than a hot guy looking at him like he wanted to devour him and then come back for seconds, thirds, and fourths?

Clumsily, Jamie took off his own pants, tripping over his feet with a curse that had Dorian laughing until Jamie settled back between his thighs with a grunt and a swipe of his tongue up the underside of his cock.

Laughter was replaced with a shaky breath. “Fuck yes, Jamie.”

The snick of the lube’s cap, and a second later, a slick finger pushed inside him and found his gland with expert precision. Dorian groaned. “In a hurry, are you?”

“We can go slow later,” Jamie muttered, his voice wrecked as anything.

Soon, Dorian had a second finger inside him, a third, sweat matting his hair to his head as he writhed on the bed.

“So good,” Jamie murmured, fingers sliding in and out. “So hot. Want to fuck you so hard.”

“Please,” Dorian said on a gasp. “Now, Jamie.” He didn’t know what Jamie had done with the condom, so he patted around until he felt plastic under his fingertips. “Get up here so I can put this on you.”

Jamie gave his gland one last stroke that made him see stars and drop the packet on his chest, but then Jamie was looming over him, flushed, breathing unsteadily, looking so turned on that it made Dorian feel indestructible.

Jamie hadn’t been kidding—his cock was massive too, perfectly curved and so, so hard. Dorian gripped its base, earning himself a grunt of satisfaction.

“Condom, Dori,” Jamie said, voice cracking, his entire body shuddering over Dorian’s.

Dorian rolled the condom on. Jamie slicked himself up, methodically and quickly. Then he grasped Dorian’s hip and rolled him onto his side, settling in behind him, his cock head at his hole.

“Yeah,” Dorian whimpered, eyes squeezing closed at the first breach of Jamie’s cock. Pleasure pulsed through him, turning his bones to liquid. “More.”

“You want me,” Jamie whispered into his ear, deep and satisfied, as he pushed in farther.

“So bad. Give me more. Please.”

“Wanna fuck you all night.”

Dorian sucked in a breath through his teeth. Fuck, who knew there was a dirty talker under Jamie’s personable exterior? “All night,” he echoed, so ready to be had until neither of them could walk.

With a sexy groan, Jamie bottomed out inside him. Dorian’s balls tightened against his body, sparks dancing along his spine. Jamie held himself steady, his chest heaving against Dorian’s back, but Dorian’s patience had flown out the window a long time ago. He rolled his hips.

Jamie bit his shoulder. “Shit. So fucking hot, Dori.” He withdrew slowly, and Dorian rolled his head into the pillow, waiting for that first snap of Jamie’s hips with the same kind of fearful anticipation as the first drop on a rollercoaster.

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