Page 41 of Play Hard

At last he slumped forward, once again spent and once again wanting still more. Robert wrapped his arms round Liam’s back and rocked him slowly.

At last Liam opened his eyes to discover they were still enshrouded in their blanket cave. “You think this fort is soundproof?”

“I hope so, cos that was quite a scream. More than what your neighbors are used to.”

“Couldnae help it.” Liam let out a deep sigh and snuggled in tighter against his partner’s warm body. “You know, one of the best parts of not using condoms is we can stay like this. I can just hold you inside me until it gets gross.”

“Mm-hmm.” Robert slid his hand down over the curve of Liam’s arse. “Or until I’m hard again.”

“Oh?”

“Only if you want more, though.”

“Rab, I think tonight ruined me.” He gave him a lingering kiss, and as the tip of his tongue brushed Robert’s, he felt himself stir already. “I may never again not want more.”

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Robertmentally untangled Liam’s double negative. “Good. This isn’t something we should phone the doctor about, is it?”

“The doctor would take one look at you and tell me to stop my whingeing.” Liam awkwardly lifted himself up. “However, my feet are falling asleep, so…”

“Here.” Robert tugged the blankets out from under Liam. “Get on your hands and knees at the other end of the couch.”

Liam did as he was told, making an appreciative noise when Robert draped the duvet back over his body.

Then Robert got behind him and flipped up the back of the cover to reveal his arse. “Wow.”

“What is it? I mean, apart from the usual.”

“You’re still wide open.” He leaned forward and softly bit Liam’s right cheek, which was still warm and bright pink from the friction against Robert’s thighs. Then he dove his tongue inside, lapping at what was left of his own come.

Liam gasped. “Oh my God, you filthy angel.” He pressed back against Robert’s mouth. “Don’t ever stop.”

Robert wasn’t about to stop, though in retrospect he did wish they’d used the coconut-flavored lube, as there was still quite a lot of that, too. But this was the least he could do after putting Liam through such torture tonight.

When Liam shivered, Robert pulled the duvet back over his own head to warm them both. Then he kept licking, tasting, exploring, until he was hard again and Liam was trembling from need instead of cold.

As soon as Robert entered him, this time from behind, Liam shoved the duvet to the floor. “Warm enough now.” He gripped the back of the couch with one hand and the arm with the other. “Fuck me, Rabbie. Fucking ruin me.”

Robert ground into him hard, searching out every last inch within. Then he went at Liam nonstop until they were slick with sweat despite the chilly air, until they spent themselves one final, wall-rattling, throat-ripping, knee-weakening time.

As Robert’s mind slowly surfaced from the sea of pleasure, he remembered something Liam had said when they’d first entered the flat. “Jelly Jubilee—is that a real thing?”

Liam nodded, wiping his eyes. “Pretty sure I saw it on Bake Off.”

“Someone torched a gelatin mold?” Robert stood, careful not to trip over his discarded shoes. “Didn’t it, like, melt?”

“Everything melts, love.” Liam flopped over to lie lengthways on the couch. “Everything melts.” He gave a drunken-sounding laugh. “Christ, this weekend. Even by our standards, it’s been a fuck-tastic forty-eight hours.” He sighed. “Want to fetch me an Irn-Bru? I’m parched and spent.”

“After tonight, you deserve any reward you like.” Robert picked up his T-shirt from under the coffee table and used it to clean himself.

“Hmm, whatever happened to the rewards?” Liam asked. “Back when you proposed this game, you said there’d be rewards, but after the Collage Challenge, I totally forgot about them. I never even gave you a reward for the Knickers Challenge. Not officially.”

“I forgot too.” Robert wrapped one of the tartan couch blankets round his waist like a kilt and headed for the kitchen.

“It’s all right,” Liam said with a yawn. “These challenges are their own reward.”

“Aye, pretty much. They’re sort of built into the—” Robert froze as he opened the refrigerator. “Oh my God. Oh my God!”

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