Page 106 of The Long Game

Grady looked into Jack’s eyes from where he knelt, gaze hot. Jack’s erection strained against his briefs just inches from Grady’s mouth. He pressed a string of kisses around Jack’s belly button, then followed the last two tentacles down.

Jack whimpered and carded his fingers into Grady’s hair.

Grady clasped Jack’s hips and hooked his thumbs into the bunched briefs. “Can I take them off?” Grady asked.

“Yes. God yes,please.”

Grady’s fingers barely shifted the stretched fabric and Jack’s cock sprang free, dark pink and edging toward red, shiny with pre-come.

Grady’s eyes traced the tentacles that slid down between Jack’s legs on either side of his cock. Jack didn’t know what to make of his smile.

“What’s funny?” Jack asked suspiciously.

“You didn’t go for the cocktopus. I did wonder.”

Jack snorted. “No, no cocktopus. I can’t even imagine what that would feel like.” He shuddered, and not in the sexy way. To each their own, but that kind of pain wouldn’t do it for Jack.

Grady’s thumbs rubbed up and down the ink framing Jack’s cock, his expression playful. “Where, exactly, do these two go?”

“Look and see,” Jack said, too turned on to be worried about the brazenness.

“This is distracting,” he observed, tapping Jack’s shaft.

They both watched it bob and sway between them.

“It’s feeling pretty neglected,” Jack said, his voice hoarse.

“Is it?” Grady murmured. “We can’t have that.”

Grady leaned closer and Jack locked his knees, ready for the ecstasy of Grady’s lips on his cock, but Grady swerved at the last moment and kissed the blue ink just to the side. “But I think I should finish my exploration first.”

Jack groaned, the brush of Grady’s cheek and hair along his shaft sending zings of pleasure arrowing through him.

Grady sat back and grinned, the bastard. Then he nudged Jack toward the bed. “I think to get a proper view of all your artwork, you’ll have to lie on the bed.”

Jack’s heart slugged in his chest as he sat on the mattress and scooted backward. Grady followed, crawling onto the bed and running his palms up Jack’s legs, from his calves to his thighs, before curling his fingers around Jack’s knees.

Jack lay back, propped on his elbows, and spread his legs.

Grady probably lookedlike he’d been struck in the head with a hammer. That was certainly how he felt.

“God, you take my breath away,” he said as he trailed his eyes over the swirls of blue ink and Jack’s hard cock, ruddy and pink where it lay on his belly. He pressed a lingering kiss to the insides of Jack’s knees, nudging Jack’s thighs open with each one.

Grady couldn’t tear his eyes away. The swirls of blue and pale skin called to him. He could spenddaysworshipping every dot of ink—and maybe would someday—but first he would explore the tentacle that slid down to the right of Jack’s cock, over the ligament at the top of his thigh, and disappeared into the shadows between Jack’s legs.

Moving slowly, Grady kissed the point at which the tentacle separated from the body of the octopus. “Is this still okay?” he asked.

“Please.”

Grady’s head spun at the need in Jack’s voice. He trailed kisses downward, drawing the scent of Jack’s arousal into his lungs and holding it there as he followed the dark blue streak. Jack’s cock brushed his chin, his cheek, but he didn’t let himself get distracted.

He burrowed his nose into the crease of Jack’s leg and licked the width of the tentacle so that his tongue brushed the side of Jack’s sac. Jack’s leg trembled and Grady gripped it, lifting so he could run his lips along the line where Jack’s ass met his leg. The tentacle cupped that gorgeous curve, accentuating it, before coiling around to end on the front of Jack’s thigh.

Grady’s hands roved, moving Jack this way and that, until Grady could reach every inch of the tentacle and Jack was writhing beneath him. His cock waved above his abdomen and he was flushed, breathing hard, and completely irresistible.

Grady’s mouth watered for a taste, but he forced his attention to the final tentacle. He followed its path to the left of Jack’s cock, bestowing the same lavish attention, kissing and licking, burying his nose in dips and valleys and creases. He drowned in Jack’s scent.

Jack pressed into Grady’s touch. “Fuck, Grady.Fuck.”

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