Page 111 of The Blame Game

“No, God.” Shea bucked into his grip. “I’d love to. But you’ve never asked for it. It was fine if you didn’t want to but it’s not like I never thought about it. I wasn’t sure if you were strictly a top or—”

“No,” Dom admitted, shifting away just far enough to slide between the stretchy fabric of Shea’s briefs and his stomach. His cock was hard now, impressively so.

Dom rubbed his thumb across the head, smearing the wetness that he found there, then gently stroking, making Shea moan.

“I like being fucked,” Dom admitted. “Just didn’t want to go that route when I didn’t know you or trust you.”

It hit him suddenly that Shea hadn’t known or trusted him at that time either. And he’d still allowed Dom into his body. Of course, the money had made a difference. But he hoped now that Shea had never regretted it.

“You didn’t mind, did you?” he asked, suddenly concerned. “Always being the one to—to get fucked.”

Shea looked him in the eye, cupping his cheek, his expression soft but a little surprised. “No, of course not. But if you want to try something new, I’m into that.”

“Yeah. I don’t know what position would be best. And it’s been a long time so you might have to go slow, but I want that.”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah.”

“Fuck.” Shea kissed him slowly, lingering for a moment before he pulled away. “God. I’m going to make it so good for you.”

“I know.” Dom let out a sigh. “I know you will.”

That was one thing he’d never doubted about Shea.

Shea’s hands shook as he stripped Dom of his clothes and led him into the bathroom. “Want some privacy while you clean up?” he murmured.

Dom hesitated. “No. Not unless you want me to—be more thorough.”

Shea shook his head. “Nah. Not unless you want to.”

In the shower, they kissed, running soapy hands across each other’s bodies. Dom moaned, pressing his face into the side of Shea’s neck when he grazed between his cheeks.

Shea explored Dom’s ass for the first time, feeling shivery and hot.

The sounds Dom made as Shea grazed across his opening made Shea painfully hard but he forced himself to go slow, just teasing a little, learning what Dom liked and what he didn’t.

Shea kept it gentle and easy, enjoying the way Dom’s hands tightened on his hips. The angle was awkward to go deep so he merely teased and toyed with Dom’s entrance until Dom was hard against his stomach, panting against his neck.

But when Shea slid a hand between their bodies, Dom lifted his head. His cheeks were flushed, his hair a tangled mess, his eyes heavy-lidded. “Don’t. I want to last.”

Shea had to kiss Dom for that, hard and dirty, one finger still shallowly fucking him in preparation for what was to come.

Dom pulled back. “Shea …” There was a warning note in his voice.

Shea grinned, sliding his finger out of Dom’s body, then patting his ass. “Yeah. Sorry.”

Shea turned off the water and was suddenly reminded of the night of the fire, although there were no heated towels or king-size bed this time.

But there was Dom standing beside his bed, naked, his skin glistening in spots where he hadn’t quite dried off, his body lean and honed, deceptively strong.

Shea drank in the cut of his hips, the faint shadow of his abs, the light trail of hair that led to his cock, already flushed at the tip.

Shea’s mouth was dry as he pulled back the sheets and stacked several pillows. Shea patted a spot at one end of the tower of pillows and Dom knelt on the bed, lips parted as he walked on his knees to get into position.

Shea knelt too, by Dom’s hip, and ran a hand across his shoulders, admiring the width of them while he gently pressed Dom to fold so his chest and stomach were supported by the pillows.

Shea murmured softly, guiding Dom to widen his knees and drape his arms over the pillows until his elbows were askew, flat against the sheet, and he was supported with little effort or strain.

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