Page 51 of The Laughing Game

“I— What?” I said, my hand in mid-air.

“He’s rutting on you. He’s going to come if you let him.”

“Really?” I asked, staring down at him. Gideon was breathing hard and clutching the couch cushion.

“Yes,”Vihaal said.

“No, I promise, I won’t,” Gideon whined. “Keep going…”

I lowered my hand to rest it on the small of Gideon’s back. “Shhh, now. Be a good boy for me.”

Gideon groaned and then whimpered. “Holy fuck.”

“That’s the stuff,” Vihaal said, and my heart flipped at his approval.

But I needed some direction. I didn’t want to waste this opportunity, but I didn’t know what to do next. It was so overwhelming, having this beautiful man squirming on my lap, my brain was a thick fog of lust that I could barely see through.

Gideon’s head swiveled and he stared at Vihaal. Then he buried his face in the cushions. “Oh, fuck, fuck,fuck.”

I massaged his lower back as Vihaal brought a chair from the kitchen and sat down right in front of us. He handed me a small plastic bottle that didn’t have a label.

“What’s this?”

“Coconut oil,” Vihaal replied.

Gideon groaned, the sound muffled by the cushions.

“He’s in quite the state,” Vihaal murmured.

“He sure likes being spanked,” I said, smoothing my palm over Gideon’s ass again and again. It was warm and pink now.

“Yes. It’s something we both enjoy from different sides.”

I nodded, trying to keep my breathing steady. My legs were warm underneath Gideon’s naked body. His cock pressed against my thigh in the best of ways.

“He’s shaking.”

“Yes.”

“He’s all right?” I asked.

“He’s just fine,” Vihaal assured me.

Gideon groaned and squirmed, then settled again with a resigned sigh.

“He loves this. Don’t you, Deo?” Vihaal asked.

“Fuck,” Gideon murmured. “Yes.”

“Being objectified. Being at the whim of my desires. Being over your lap. He’s been wantingthatfor some time.”

“You’re kidding,” I said, trying to wrap my head around it.

“I never kid about that sort of thing.” He nodded toward the bottle of coconut oil in my hand. “Use some of that and play with his ass.”

My breath hitched and I zeroed in on the shadowed cleft between Gideon’s cheeks. I flicked off the stopper and poured some of the oil into my hand, as directed.

“Rub it between your hands, to warm it up,” Gideon said.

---