Page 56 of The Laughing Game

“You want to come, precious boy?” he whispered in Gideon’s ear.

“Almost there. Please, V.”

“Then do it. All over Angel’s hand.”

Gideon gave a tortured sound as spunk erupted over my knuckles, soaking the sheet.

“Oh, that’s so lovely to watch,” Vihaal said, his fingers still wrapped around the base of Gideon’s cock. He aimed the tip at Gideon’s belly as I stroked more jizz out of him.

“Oh my God. Oh myGod.” Gideon groaned, an ecstatic grimace on his face.

After a moment the jizz stopped spurting and Gideon sighed. Then stretched. Then gazed down at me as I held his cock and stared at the spunk on his belly.

“Lick it up, Angel,” Vihaal said.

I glanced at him. “What?”

“You heard me.”

I gazed at the smear of jizz on Gideon’s belly, contemplating. Then I bent and lapped up the warm fluid, like a cat after drops of milk.

“Oh yes. Angel will fit in well here with us, won’t he, Gideon?”

“Oh my God. Kiss me. Please, kiss me,” Gideon begged, leaning forward.

I surged forward and caught Gideon’s sweet lips with my own, tonguing his open mouth, sharing his spunk with him. He ate at me greedily while Vihaal watched.

“All right. Enough,” Vihaal said, swatting Gideon on the hip. “Get cleaned up and be downstairs for breakfast in half an hour. No more sexy business, either. I have other plans for Angel.”

Holy hell.My body tingled with excitement and my morning wood twitched. But I needed to piss.

I helped Gideon clean up. We stole soft kisses and gentle caresses here and there, but otherwise obeyed Vihaal’s instructions.

When we got downstairs, there was coffee in the carafe and bacon sizzling on the stove.

“Angel, that cushion on the floor is for you.”

“Pardon?” I asked, then looked to where Vihaal was gesturing.

A green throw pillow had been placed on the kitchen floor, by one of the chairs. I recalled our conversation at the theater.

I looked at Vihaal. He looked at me.

“You want me to…kneel on the cushion? Really?”

“Yes,” he said, throwing me a benign smile. “Try it. You might like it.”

Would I? It seemed such a bizarre thing to do, but I had enjoyed being fed at the movies. I was a guest in their home. Maybe it was the least I could do for them, considering they’d rescued me from my broken car the night before.

I took a deep breath, walked over, and kneeled on the cushion, my cheeks flaming with embarrassment. I glanced at Gideon. He placed his hands palm down on his thighs for a second. I started to place my hands properly but then the thought of my car breaking down hit me.

“Oh fuck,” I said, starting to get up. “My car.”

“On the cushion, Angel,” Vihaal said, and I found myself obeying the unquestioning authority in his voice. I settled back on the cushion and placed my hands on my thighs.

“But it’s still at the movie theater,” I said.

“It’s been taken care of,” Vihaal said.

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