Page 124 of The Long Game

Jack had never realized being pinned to the bed would make him feel so free.

“I love this,” Jack confessed.

That seemed to punch the air right out of Grady’s lungs. He looked down at Jack, his hair standing on end from Jack’s fingers, and something warm and sweet and possibly scary was there in his gaze, clear for Jack to see.

Jack’s heart gave a hard jerk, an almost painful constriction in his chest.

It was the perfect moment to say something romantic.

“Get the lube.”

So Jack wasn’t going to win any awards for poetry. Grady didn’t seem to mind. The bottle appeared almost instantly, with the plastic wrap already removed.

Before Jack could tease Grady for being a very prepared Boy Scout, Grady started to kiss and lick his way down Jack’s body and Jack’s higher reasoning closed up shop. He would have sworn he didn’t have sensitive nipples, but Grady latching on and the tug of his sucking lips was more than enough to rob him of speech.

He arched into the glide of Grady’s hands over his torso, whimpering when his cock rubbed Grady’s arm or chest. He reached for it, intent on giving himself a few good strokes to ease the ache, but Grady’s hand caught his wrist.

“Mine,” he grumbled, sliding further down the bed.

Jack nodded. “Yes.Yours. Please.”

Grady’s eyes laughed at him, even as he lowered his mouth to lick over the bright red head of Jack’s cock. Grady tucked the tip of his tongue beneath the foreskin and Jack shuddered from his toes to the top of his head. Fucking hell, he loved that. Squirming against the bed, he watched Grady nuzzle and lick his way downthe shaft, every touch sending a bolt of pleasure up Jack’s spine, his toes curling so hard it was a wonder his feet didn’t cramp.

He spread his legs, inviting Grady to do as he pleased. When Grady only continued to tease and kiss his way back up Jack’s shaft, he growled.

“Suck me,please.”

Grady responded as if all he’d needed was permission—which, of course, was probably true. Jack should have known splaying himself out on the mattress and whimpering with desire wasn’t enough. Hell, he didn’t even disagree.

He imagined the possibilities—how he could tease himself with Grady’s help, knowing Grady would wait forever before doing anything else—and felt himself grow even harder against Grady’s tongue.

Fuck, they were going to have so much fun together.

Jack cried out as Grady’s lips sucked around the gathered foreskin and edge of his crown. He thought, somewhat hysterically, that they should have made sure Travis and Barnaby were also out for the night. At this rate, even the neighbors down the street might hear him.

Grady seemed to delight in making Jack shout, sliding his mouth over the sensitive head and enveloping him fully. Jack buried his hands in Grady’s hair as Grady’s lips slowly drew up the length of his shaft, the tight suction pulling more blood into Jack’s already aching cock and making his balls draw up tighter.

He was about to demand Grady give him a moment when a cool, slick finger rubbed over his hole.

Jack gasped, tugging Grady’s hair in surprise. When the fuck did this overachiever have time to open and apply the lube, and how the fuck could he do anything so coordinated while blowing Jack to within an inch of his life?

Grady released his cock with a gasp, a line of spit connecting his bottom lip to the glistening head. Jack had never seenanything as sexy in his entire life. He tilted Grady’s head using the grip he still had on his hair, and made the most direct and charged eye contact ever.

“I want your long, gorgeous fingers in me, stretching me open and getting me ready for your cock.”

Grady’s breath stuttered and he clamped his hand around his own cock in a punishing grip.

Jack smiled evilly. It seemed Grady’s desire to hear aloud all the things Jack wanted wasn’t just for Jack’s benefit. “I want you to prep me enough that I’m ready, but it will still burn when you push in,” Jack added, watching his detailed instructions make Grady’s pupils dilate and his skin go red over his cheekbones.

Andgodwas that hot. Grady’s Adam’s apple bobbed in an audible gulp, his breathing picking up speed until he was practically panting.

He was as wild-eyed as Jack had ever seen him. His Mountie was usually so composed in the face of anything a person could throw at him, but this…this was a man who was holding his seams together by a string.

Jack drew a leg up to his chest and nudged Grady’s hip to break him from his daze.

It didn’t work. Grady appeared utterly mesmerized by the view.

Jack bit his lip to quell his grin and nudged Grady again. “Now, please.”

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