Page 50 of The Laughing Game

“Would you like him naked?” Vihaal asked.

“Oh yeah.” And now I was smiling. “I’d love to…” I inhaled a deep breath, suddenly lightheaded. “…watch you take Gideon’s clothes off.”

Vihaal’s eyes widened and the corner of his lips quirked. “Fast or slow?”

“Oh. Fast,” I said, adjusting my erection again.

“All right.”

Gideon held my gaze as Vihaal moved forward and efficiently stripped him, making sure to do it in a way that didn’t block my view of the proceedings. I watched, transfixed, as Gideon’s clothes came off, until he stood there in nothing but his smooth, pale, unmarked skin.

He was stunning—an ethereal sprite with a rampant erection and a lust-filled, hazel-eyed gaze.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Over Angel’s lap. Now.”

I took a sudden inhale that made a sharp sound in the quiet room.

“Mind you don’t break his cock, though,” Vihaal said, nodding to where my jeans were bulging obviously.

I blushed, moving a hand to cover the tent in my pants.

“Don’t cover yourself, Angel. I like to see my playthings enjoying themselves.”

Playthings.

As Gideon crawled over my lap, his sinuous form undulating in ways that made my dick ache, it didn’t seem all that complex. We liked each other. We were attracted to each other. Gideon and Vihaal loved each other and they both wantedme,for some strange reason. And something about this whole thing was the answer to a prayer I’d never spoken aloud toanyone.

I didn’t know what to do with my hands. They itched to touch Gideon, and to see what it felt like to spank a gorgeous naked man over my lap. But I waited for Vihaal to give me leave.

“Oh, don’t you two look lovely,” he said. “Now look, you can spank him if you want. I’m sure he’ll enjoy it. But have fun with him. That’s what I like to do.”

Gideon whimpered and rocked on my lap, nudging his cock against my thigh.

I licked my lips. I’d expected explicit instructions. I was suddenly paralyzed by the range of options. Gideon was right here and just…giving himself to me.

My left hand moved of its own volition, to rest on Gideon’s smooth, plump buttock. And squeeze. And stroke. He was so warm and his skin was like silk. Knowing Gideon, he probably had a whole daily moisturizing routine to keep it that way. It was as soft as any woman’s.

My other hand got in on the action. I stared at my fingers as I soothed and stroked Gideon’s rump like he was a cherished pet. But he wasn’t. Gideon Foster was a flesh-and-blood human man. Over my lap.Naked.

I met Vihaal’s gaze. His pupils were dilated and full of desire. He was enjoying this.

He always watches.

I returned my gaze to my hands on Gideon’s ass.

“Angel,” Vihal murmured.

I lifted my hand and brought it down on that beautiful soft flesh—smack!

Gideon jerked, then moaned, then cursed.

I repeated the action with the same result. My palm tingled and throbbed.

Vihaal chuckled. “Here we go.”

I gave Vihaal a lust-filled glance, then got to work. My rhythm was jerky and uneven at first, but soon leveled out. I’m sure I didn’t use as much strength as Vihaal would, but Gideon responded well. He moaned, rubbing himself against my leg.

“Are you going to let him do that?” Vihaal asked.

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