Page 107 of The Long Game

Grady grinned, dizzy with arousal and regretting that he hadn’t taken off his clothes but not willing to stop for anything. Besides, having Jack laid out like this, naked and begging, while Grady was still fully clothed was decidedly hot.

He licked the side of Jack’s sac, nudging the balls held tightly within and shuddering in sympathy when Jack cried out. Jack grabbed his own cock in a firm grip and pulled up, encouraging Grady to keep following the tentacle where it flowed under his balls and over his perineum.

Grady’s hands shook as he drew one finger over the swirl of ink.Holy shit.“So, no cocktopus, but taint paint was a go?” he teased, desperately grasping at levity to keep his head from exploding.

Jack lifted his head and glared at him, his hair damp at the roots and going in all directions where he’d been tugging at it. “Did you just saytaint paint?”

Grady grinned. “What else would you call it?” he asked as he slid his palms under Jack’s ass and gripped it in both hands, opening him up so Grady could stare at the detailed artwork where it curled around Jack’s pink hole and disappeared between his cheeks.

Jack’s head fell back to the bed, yanking on his own hair again. “Fuck, now I’ll never be able to think of it as anything else, you asshole.”

Grady laughed, then dragged his tongue down the tender seam of skin, guessing by the volume of Jack’s shout that he was forgiven. Grady imagined the textured blue ink against his lips as he licked Jack from just behind his balls to flirt with the edge of his hole, over and over. Jack cried out each time, hooking his elbow under one knee and opening himself up further, making it clear what he wanted.

Grady sucked the skin into his mouth, holding Jack’s hips immobile as he shuddered and twitched. Grady dug his teeth in a little and Jack’s inarticulate noises turned into repeated cries of, “Grady!”

Hearing Jack shout his name was never,evergoing to get old.

With a final suck, Grady moved on, licking around Jack’s hole where the thick rope of blue curled to one side. It took an act of sheer will not to stop and lavish his attention on the sensitive, wrinkled skin, but Grady had a mission to complete.

When he couldn’t reach any more of the ink, Jack rolled onto his knees without any urging, spreading his legs wide. Grady used a firm grip on each gorgeous globe of Jack’s ass to expose Jack’s gorgeous hole and the tentacle slithering up the valley of his ass before it curled to an end on Jack’s right cheek.

There wasn’t an inch of that tentacle Grady didn’t worship. His lips and teeth and tongue adored every drop of ink while Jack squirmed and groaned. The moment Grady pressed a lastkiss to the very tip and released his grip on Jack’s ass, Jack rolled over, thrust both hands into Grady’s hair, and dragged him into an absolutely filthy kiss. Grady shoved his hands under Jack, pulling him close and relishing the feel of Jack wrapped around him.

Jack arched, letting out a dissatisfied whimper. “Can you…”

“Can I what? What do you need?”

Jack’s hands were everywhere, pulling at Grady’s shirt with a frown on his face. “Take this off?”

Thank god.Grady sat up long enough to undo a few buttons, then whipped the shirt over his head and chucked it. “Better?”

“Yes,” Jack hissed, then kissed him again. He made another frustrated sound.

Grady smiled against Jack’s lips. “You’re going to have to let go of me if you want me to lose the pants.”

Jack laughed, his limbs falling back to the mattress. “Hurry up.”

“So demanding,” Grady teased, flinging himself to his feet beside the bed and shucking his pants and underwear with zero ceremony. Right now, naked seemed more important than finesse.

Jack propped himself up on his elbows, his gaze running over Grady from head to toe, with some lingering stops on the way.

“What?” Grady asked, telling himself it would be stupid to be self-conscious at this point.

“I’d felt it before. Seen hints. Butdamn, Grady. You’re ripped.”

“You know I like to work out,” Grady said with a shrug. “It’s how I work off frustration.”

Jack’s lips quirked as he drew his eyes down Grady’s body again. “You must bereallyfrustrated.”

Grady curled a hand around Jack’s ankle then slid his palm up the coarse hair and warm skin of Jack’s calf as he crawled back onto the bed. “Well, Iwas.”

Jack’s breathing got faster. “Oh,” he said, surprised. “Should I apologize?”

Grady nipped Jack’s hip. “Never.”

“And what will happen now, if you’re no longer so…worked up?” Jack asked, running his hands over Grady’s shoulder and ribs.

“I’m feeling pretty goddamn worked up right now,” Grady growled, nuzzling the spot where Jack’s neck met his shoulder.

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