Page 78 of The Laughing Game

I caught his face between my hands, and guided his mouth to mine, surprised at how malleable he was. Not always the stern Dom, Vihaal relaxed under my kiss and let me explore him, responding to my gentle probing that soon became hunger and a rampant need. Then he matched me, kissing me back hard, breaths hastening, slippery limbs colliding.

“God,” I gasped, eating at his lips as if they were the sweetest candy. I wasn’t surprised when Vihaal took my wrist and forced my arm behind my back. In fact, it only made me harder.

“Turn around.”

I obeyed without question, my cock so hard it throbbed in time with my beating heart. He let go.

Vihaal went to his knees and I gasped with the shock of it. His broad hands traveled down my back, his thumbs slipping between my cheeks and spreading me as he nuzzled between them.

“Fuck,” I gasped. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

“Anyone ever eat your ass before?”

“No.Fuck.No,” I stuttered.

“You poor baby,” he said, then his tongue was on me.

I splayed my hands against the tiles and rested my forehead on them, gasping and groaning as Vihaal—Vihaal!—used his entire fucking face to eat me out. I never thought it would feel as good and as dirty as it did. I almost protested, because it made me feel so damn vulnerable, but then his tongue was working its magic and I was lost to the intensity of the pleasure.

“Oh my God,” I groaned.

Vihaal chuckled then hummed, and the vibrations added to the bliss of it.

“Vihaal. FuckingJesus.”

He transformed me into a writhing, gasping mess, with water dripping down my face and fluid dripping down my cock. Then he pulled off, gasping, and told me to turn around again.

As soon as I faced him, he grabbed my cock and went to town. My back started to slip so I splayed my arms out on the wet tiles, trying to stay upright. I gazed down at him through the curtain of water and tried to breathe.

“Fuck. Fuck.Fuck!”I yelled as I came, overtaken by him again. This man had my fucking number.

My shouts echoed off the walls of the shower as Vihaal swallowed everything and pulled off finally with a very satisfied smirk.

“There we go,” he muttered, wiping his lips.

I gaped at him as he stood, my arms still spread on the cold tile, my body trying to recover from…everything.

He came close and kissed me on the mouth, hard, then drew back. And there was stern, Dom Vihaal once again.

“Now dry off, get dressed, and go downstairs.”

I didn’t answer right away. I was still trying to herd a few brain cells. I breathed and swallowed. Then I nodded weakly.

“Yes, Vihaal.”

When Vihaal joined Gideon and I downstairs, he told Gideon—with my permission—about our little détente in the en suite.

“I was hoping that would happen,” Gideon admitted, grinning. “Angel, don’t look so surprised. Vihaal and I share everything. Even you.”

I blinked. “I feel like I’m in some kind of alternate universe.”

Vihaal shrugged. “You mean, one where people are honest with each other and don’t try to take away another person’s agency?”

“Yeah. That one.”

“I’m the first to admit that poly relationships won’t work for everyone. And I honestly don’t know if this thing with you will be a success or not. But I have very good feelings about it,” he said, with candor.

“Yeah. Me too,” I said.

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