Page 38 of Rules of Play

The pulse of climax in my left hand brought me exactly as much pleasure as my own orgasm had. While I shuddered and rode the wave of joy, Shane came onto the bedsheet, his stomach, and my hand. His heated cum trickled down the back of my fingers, and I, still dazed by lust, squeezed him a little harder, drawing the last drops of him he had to offer before lifting my hand to my lips and licking his cum off my fingers.

And fuck, it tasted like a fruity dessert. A delicious, sweet, and salty mix of sin and pleasure. After sucking in a surprised breath of air, Shane closed his hand around my wrist and pulled my fingers closer to his lips. He kissed the stains off the back of my hand as I leaned in, licking off what was left, then kissing him just for the kick of it.

After I pulled back my head, Shane folded his lips and fought against a rising smile. “That’s…kinda dirty.”

“It’s kinda hot, is what it is,” I said.

Hesitating just a heartbeat, he nodded.

I got out of bed like a firing squad was waiting for me. The bed was safe and warm and had Shane in it, but the time was running out. Chicago was calling, real life waiting to resume. Part of me wanted to stay in this room forever. This was the room of endless possibilities, impossible outcomes, unimaginable victories, but it was just a room, I suppose. I could take this feeling with me. I could take it and sweep Shane off his feet every day, over and over again.

I splashed my face, brushed my teeth, and stepped out of the bathroom to give Shane a chance. He came out a minute later, still as naked and beautiful as an angel in a particularly salacious heaven, and searched for a clean pair of underwear in his backpack.

My gaze dragged over his sexy ass. God, how I wanted him again. The smooth skin taut over the firm butt, designed for my lips and their searing effect, the small of his back curving inward, legs spread just a little to offer a glimpse of his balls from behind. I wanted to step closer and slide my hand between his legs, cup his balls, and tell him to beg me to let him go.

Shane glanced over his shoulder as he produced a pair of briefs from the backpack. “Seriously?” he asked, a smirk touching his lips.

I glanced down, and sure enough, my dick was making its greedy way to full mast. “What can I say? You’re just a hottie.”

Shane snorted as if I were teasing, but the words got to him anyway. He pulled his underwear on. “You’ll have to save it for later.”

I took two steps toward him, closed the distance, and put my hands on his ass, bringing our torsos together. My hard dick pressed against his bulge and leg. “Sure I can’t talk you into just staying here forever?”

Shane looked at me like I was crazy. “You wouldn’t have to try hard,” he said, lifting his hands to my chest. “That’s why I have to stop you.”

I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his lower back. “Nope. Not letting you leave.”

Shane laughed. “They’ll come looking.”

“It’s their funeral.”

“Come on. Everyone’s packed already,” Shane said, but there was no conviction in his tone.

“Stay, stay, stay,” I said, my voice dripping with amusement. The battle on his face was so fierce that I could watch it forever.

“Tonight,” Shane said. “Come over tonight.”

“Ah, that’s eons away,” I said. “And in another state!”

“I know,” Shane said, leaning in a little. “But you can have me all night if you wait.”

The boiling heat in my chest was hard to contain, but I managed somehow. “You’ve no idea how much I want you,” I told him.

“I think I have a pretty good idea,” Shane said, shifting his leg to rub against my hard cock just enough to make my brain spin. “And I want you, too.”

One side of my lips quirked into a smile.

“You know, you’re pretty gay for a straight guy,” Shane said.

I threw my head back and laughed in surprise.

When I looked at him again, he was smiling.

“You know how sometimes you just don’t want to try eating something because you’re so sure you don’t like it?” I asked. “Then someone serves it for you, and you freaking lick the plate clean.”

A ripple of a frown creased Shane’s eyebrows. “Are you talking about my ass?”

“I’m talking about your ass,” I said, almost in unison. We laughed and let the silence fill the very narrow space between us. “I like it a lot,” I said. “You, your body, your…way of doing it.” My voice dropped lower with each word I said. I couldn’t control it.

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