Page 73 of Game On

Because he couldn’t help himself, Jamie pressed one finger into Dorian’s lubed hole and pegged his gland.

“Or maybe not,” Dorian said, breaths quickening.

“Believe it or not, I think my dick needs a few hours recovery time.”

“Great. We can go to Shore family brunch and then...” He shook when Jamie added a second finger. “And then we can start all over again. Fuck, Jamie, what are you doing to me?”

“Nothing you don’t want.”

Dorian was gorgeous, there was no arguing that. But in the throes of passion, when he couldn’t think anymore, and he let Jamie do whatever he wanted with him?

Christ, Jamie couldn’t have asked for a better bed partner.

“Can you come again?”

“I don’t...” Dorian swallowed audibly. “I don’t know.”

Jamie removed his fingers. Dorian whimpered a weak, “No,” hips pumping against Jamie’s stomach.

“Easy, baby.” Jamie flipped them, putting Dorian on his back, and pushed his knees towards his chest. Dorian’s cock was half hard, making a valiant effort at recovery. Jamie’s cock, on the other hand, really would need a few hours, but pleasuring Dorian in the meantime was very high on his to-do list.

Dorian’s eyes were wide when Jamie took him into his mouth, coaxing him into full hardness. It took a few minutes, but Jamie was nothing if not both a patient lover and exceptionally good at taking on a challenge head-on.

He popped off Dorian’s cock to grin at him. “How you doing?”

Dorian let out a laugh and slung an arm over his eyes. “Fuck if I know.”

“Can you come again now?”

“Honestly? I don’t know if I’ve got anything left.”

“Should we find out?” Jamie asked, massaging Dorian’s butt cheek.

“Christ.”

Jamie nibbled at his hip. “We can stop if you want.”

“I’m good.” Dorian’s belly fluttered when Jamie sucked the tip of his cock into his mouth. “I’m so good. So, so good. So good.”

Maybe a bit delirious was what he was, but Jamie would take him at his word.

The fact that Dorian trusted him not to hurt him, not to abuse him or take advantage of him... it meant a lot. Dorian was as eager and giving as Jamie had always wanted in a lover. They were an equal match in bed...

And an equal match out of it too.

He just wasn’t sure if Dorian had realized it yet.

He laved at Dorian’s balls, drawing a loud groan from Dorian. He kept things easy and gentle, trying to entice the orgasm out of him. Keeping his gaze on Dorian’s face for any hint of discomfort, Jamie rolled his balls between his fingers.

Dorian’s hips came off the bed. “Ughhhhhhhhh.”

Jamie laved the tip of his cock, tonguing at the slit until Dorian began to tremble again. He gripped the base of Dorian’s cock with his free hand and stroked—slowly—as he sucked.

“Oh god, oh fuck, Jamie. Fuck, I think I’m gonna?—”

He did. Jamie pulled off and stroked him through his orgasm, which crested out of him like a wave in slow motion. His mouth open in a silent cry, Dorian’s surprised gaze met his. Come streaked his belly and his entire body went rigid before turning to liquid. He sank into the bed with a delayed groan, blinking up at the ceiling.

“That,” Jamie said, wiping his come-streaked hand on the bedspread, “was sexy as fuck.”

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