Page 53 of The Laughing Game

“Oh. Oh, God,” Gideon moaned. “Oh, fuck. Oh please. Please.”

“No, you cannot come, my Deo. Keep it together,” Vihaal murmured.

“But…but…”

“Don’t you fucking dare—” Vihaal had only enough time to warn him, when on another pump of my fingers, Gideon’s thighs trembled and he made a soft sound, his cock spurting thick streams of jizz onto my jeans.

He let out a plaintive cry, riding the pleasure as Vihaal and I watched, then gasped a string of apologies.

“Sorry! Oh my God, I’m sorry, V. I’m sorry.” He was frantic and I wondered for a second if he was scared of a beating. But I knew Vihaal wouldn’t actually hurt Gideon.

Vihaal huffed a laugh and stood, his cock in his hand. He came over and gave Gideon a slap on the behind. “Bend over the couch,” he said, his tone one of resigned amusement as Gideon scrambled to obey.

I stared in fascination at the jelly-like puddle of Gideon’s release starting to seep into my pants then dabbed a finger in it, while Gideon got into position and Vihaal moved in behind.

My cock throbbed as Vihaal gave himself a few more strokes and pushed his cock deep into Gideon and roared as he came, jerking his hips as he climaxed, digging the fingers of one hand into the skin of Gideon’s hip.

Gideon yelped as Vihaal took his pleasure, then withdrew in one quick movement.

Semen dribbled out of Gideon’s ass. Vihaal scooped it with a finger and pushed it back.

“Keep it in, naughty boy. I don’t have a plug at hand to do it for you.”

“Oh fuck,” Gideon muttered. “Oh fuck. Vihaal.Fuck.”

“Now get over here and thank Angel for that lovely finger-fucking,” Vihaal instructed. He glanced at me. “Take out your cock.”

I fumbled with my fly.

“I’ll do it,” Gideon said hastily.

“Hurry up,” Vihaal told him as Gideon stilled my hands and took over.

As I sat there, my head spinning with what had happened and was happening and was going to happen, Gideon undid my fly and released my erection, tucking the band of my boxer briefs underneath. I was so hard and Gideon looked so sweet post-orgasm. The knowledge that he was filled with Vihaal’s spunk was fucking profane.

Gideon looked up at me then licked his lips and opened his mouth, watching me with those hazel eyes as his sweet lips wrapped around me.

“Oh my fucking God.Gideon,” I gasped. “Fuck.”

He took his time bringing me to the edge and back, watching me clutch the sofa cushion with white knuckles as I tried to hold off. But I was so close already, from everything we’d already done together.

“Please, please,” I begged, my gaze on Gideon at first, then switching to Vihaal.

Vihaal shrugged, still with two fingers on Gideon’s no-doubt swollen and leaking hole. “Whenever you like, Angel.”

I opened my mouth and gasped, the orgasm launching the moment Vihaal gave his permission. I made choking noises as my body was taken over by uncontrollable spasms, the intensity of my pleasure a testament to my desire. I gaped at Vihaal, trying to breathe as I realized that the drawn-out wail echoing off the walls was from me.

Chapter Twelve

Lying awake in the guest room after we’d ordered pizza, I replayed every bit of the encounter in my mind. That had been one of the hottest things I’d ever done. Having my cocked sucked by another man was the least surprising thing about it, except I’d literally exploded and Gideon had swallowed every fucking drop.

I’d never felt more aroused, intrigued, and satisfied.

I had a queen bed to myself. After such a busy and intense day, I fell asleep in no time.

I jerked awake in the darkness. The digital clock on the dresser said it was one-twenty a.m. I rolled over and listened to the strange silence of a house I didn’t know and tried to think of anything but what the three of us had gotten up to last night, because I didn’t think it would put me to sleep this time. I tried to think of puppies and kittens, or lying under the moonlight in a sleeping bag, or even floating on an air mattress on the lake—all things that usually helped me to relax and drift off. None of it worked. Because Gideon and Vihaal kept appearing in my vignettes and I…missed them.

I got up and tiptoed down the hall, past their bedroom where all was silent but for someone’s soft snoring. I went downstairs. There was a light on over the stove for which I was grateful. I got a glass of water and stood at the counter, taking sips and trying to decide what to do. My gaze locked on the sofa where everything had gone down before the pizza.

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