Page 33 of The Blame Game

Dom lowered his phone and tapped Accept. A moment later, Shea’s face appeared on his screen.

He was in what must be his bedroom, sprawled against the pillows, shirtless and relaxed looking, skin lit up a warm golden tone from the light on the nightstand.

“You don’t mind, right?”

“No, not at all,” Dom said. Switching to video wasn’t what he’d meant when he said he wanted to see but he had no complaints.

Shea licked his lips. “Unbutton a couple of those buttons for me.”

One-handed, Dom worked them loose, continuing until the sides of the shirt hung open. “How’s that?”

“Perfect. Keep it on though.”

“Yeah, okay,” Dom agreed, because the way Shea looked at him made his skin burn. He’d do anything for that look. “Let me get a better view of your sweats. I want you to prove that you don’t have anything on underneath.”

He caught a quick flash of Shea’s grin before he moved his phone, panning down his chiseled abs and then to the waistband of the gray sweats he wore.

When Shea hooked his thumb in the waistband and tugged, there was just smooth golden skin all the way down to the base of his cock, which pushed at the fabric in a way that made Dom’s mouth water.

“Fuck,” he said again before he could stop himself.

“Yeah?” Shea laughed softly. “You like that?”

“You know I do.” Dom swallowed.

“Would you suck me tonight?” Shea asked, teasing himself through the fabric.

Heat crawled across Dom’s body. He didn’t suck dick often. But tonight? Yeah, he wanted that.

His head spun at the memory of the weight of Shea’s cock against his tongue, the scent of Shea’s skin in his nostrils, the flex of his muscles as he held still while Dom fucked his own mouth on Shea’s cock.

He hated the latex but God, right now he was so turned on he didn’t care.

“Yeah. Yeah, I want that.”

“Mmm.” Shea shoved his sweats lower to reveal his dick, thick and bobbing in front of the camera. “God, that would feel so good to have your mouth on me.”

Shea wrapped a hand around the base and stroked, his touch light, like he was teasing himself. He tugged at the foreskin, revealing the glistening tip and Dom let out a rough sound, gripping his own cock tightly through the fabric.

“Fuck!” Ugh, he’d been reduced to stupid one-word responses, his blood rushing to his groin, no longer powering his brain.

“Let me see you,” Shea begged.

Dom carefully tucked the phone into the cushions of the couch, praying it would stay in place, then switched to a wider angle to reveal his cock straining against his suit trousers.

“Oh yeah. Undo them for me. Slowly,” Shea instructed.

It was agonizing to drag the zipper down and work the button loose, but when he did, Shea drew in a sharp breath.

“Yeah, look at you,” he said with a little sigh. “Take yourself out.”

Dom shifted, pushing the fabric below his cock and balls and the hiss of Shea’s indrawn breath was so gratifying.

It wasn’t like it was the first time Shea had seen his cock. Not even the tenth. By now, he’d had Dom’s cock down his throat or in his ass hundreds of times but the way he licked his lips … it made Dom feel like it was the first time all over again.

Dom’s dick was long enough and thick enough that he didn’t have any insecurities in that department, but the way Shea looked at him, it made him feel like his cock was the most perfect one in the world.

The only one Shea wanted.

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