Page 34 of The Blame Game

And that went straight to Dom’s head.

“Now touch yourself,” Shea coaxed.

Dom ran his fingers across the shaft, rubbing this thumb across the ridge and mimicking the move Shea had done earlier by pulling the foreskin back.

Shea licked his lips. “Fuck I need that in me.”

“Yeah?” Dom asked breathlessly. “Where?”

“Gotta start by tasting you. Making you all wet …”

Dom moaned.

“Since I can’t, I need you to do it for me. Slick yourself up.”

Dom spat in his palm and rubbed it all over his cock. “How’s that?”

“Fucking perfect. Keep stroking. Not too fast, slow and easy.”

“Okay.” Dom licked his lips. “Show me what you’re doing?”

Shea grinned and panned back down to where he was slowly stroking too. “You like that?”

“You know I do,” Dom rasped. “Let me watch.”

Shea propped his phone up—on the nightstand maybe—and Dom was treated to a view of Shea stretched out on his back, sweats down around his thighs, hard cock sticking straight up as he rubbed himself with slow, even strokes.

“Perfect,” Dom said on a shaky exhale.

Shea smiled, raising his left arm and propping his head on it so he could get a better view of his screen.

For a few moments, they stroked in unison, watching each other.

“Faster,” Shea urged and Dom sped up, stroking harder, pleasure rushing across his skin and making his body tingle.

Dom spat in his hand again and Shea’s gaze sharpened. “Fuck, I need to watch you come.”

“Yeah?” Dom asked, stomach tightening with anticipation, need building in his core.

“I want to see you let loose. Lose control.”

A few more tight, hard strokes and Dom was there. He threw his head back and moaned, cum arcing up and splashing against his stomach. Head spinning, Shea’s words were reduced to a low murmur in the background, familiar and comforting.

Eventually, Dom lolled his head to the side and looked at Shea, finally able to focus on what he was saying.

“ … shit that’s hot. I wish I could save a picture of that.”

“Yeah?” Dom managed.

“You’re so buttoned up,” Shea teased. “Seeing you let loose, look a little messed up … I like it.”

Dom wasn’t sure how he felt about that but he reached for his phone—a little lopsided now—and panned over himself again, trying not to automatically reach out to fix his wild hair when he caught a glimpse of it.

“Yeah, like that,” Shea said, smirking. “You look like you’ve had my hands all over you. Like I’m all over you.”

“You wanna be all over me?” Dom countered. “Cover me in your cum?”

Shea drew in a sharp breath. “Would you let me?”

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