Page 108 of The Laughing Game

“Oh fuck,” Gideon mumbled against Vihaal’s mouth, as I licked him everywhere I could reach—his balls, the base of his cock, his sweet, small hole. He tasted of soap and tangy sweat, and his own particular essence.

“Oh, fuck yes,” Vihaal muttered, breaking away from the kiss and bringing Gideon forward, to tongue his nipples and play with his cock, while I kept up the ass-eating.

“You’re not…” Gideon gasped, “supposed to be…involved, V.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, I’m fine. Besides, I think Angel has found something he likes.”

I groaned against Gideon’s wet skin and pushed my tongue against his hole, then swiped it up and down his crease, holding his cheeks wide.

“Strip, Angel. I want to see you.” Vihaal ordered.

I pulled my face off Gideon with some reluctance. I stroked a finger over his glistening hole, then tore off my clothes in record time, throwing them to the floor.

“He’s been waiting for you to fuck him. A long time,” Vihaal said.

“Has he?” I already knew that. Today was his lucky day, then.

“Mmm,” Vihaal breathed. “Do it now. Right over my lap. Just the way we are right now.”

My cock jerked at the thought of it. All of a sudden, every glance and silent message I’d ever received from strange and familiar men over the course of my life flashed through my mind. Why had I never explored this side of myself? Laziness? Cowardice? A blind obedience to the thing I imagined society expected from me?

“You don’t have to,” Vihaal reminded me.

But it was too late.

“Are you kidding me?” I said, stroking Gideon’s lower back. “I think it’s about time I did, don’t you?” I glanced at Vihaal. “Lube?”

He grinned, excitement shining in his eyes. “Side table drawer.”

Thank God. The last thing I wanted to do was run upstairs, naked and hard, to get some.

Vihaal took Gideon’s mouth again, at the same time teasing his cock and squeezing his balls, making Gideon cry out and curse and moan with excitement.

“Hurry, Angel. He needs you.”

“Yes, Vihaal,” I said.

I found the bottle of lube and brought it to where Gideon was hunched over Vihaal’s lap, his legs spread and his ass pushed out for me. I slicked myself up, while Vihaal pulled away from the kiss and stroked Gideon’s face with the utmost tenderness.

“I’m going to enjoy watching,” he murmured.

“Don’t you always?” I said, giving him a look.

Once my dick was nice and wet, I swiped some over Gideon’s hole and got down to business. I spread his cheeks and bumped the head of my cock at his entrance, thankful for the handful of women who had been willing to give me some practice. But nothing could have prepared me for how it felt to slip inside the man I’d been getting to know over the past few months.

“Oh…fuck…me…” I muttered, the pleasure going to my head and making me dizzy. The intimacy of this act, with someone I admired and…yeah, probably loved…affected me deeply, even as the familiar sensations of it took me over.

From the look of unadulterated lust on Vihaal’s face, and the sounds issuing from Gideon, the feeling was mutual.

“Oh fuck. Fuck,” Gideon moaned, clutching Vihaal’s biceps as he bounced off his chest in time with my thrusts. “Angel…”

Hearing my name from those cherished lips, and feeling Gideon’s body surround me—it was everything I’d ever wanted. Why had I waited so long to fuck this beautiful man?

“Harder, Angel. Wreck me. I want Vihaal to see you pound me. Please…” he gasped, malleable and so fucking sexy.

My brain shut off and my body took over. I gave Gideon what he’d asked for. I met Vihaal’s gaze as I realized the significance of what was happening.

Vihaal gripped Gideon’s hips and held him steady. “Jerk your cock, Deo. Come all over me.”

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