Page 77 of The Long Game

Intrigued, he tickled his fingers lower, biting his lip to keep from gasping when Jack’s hips danced and his firm butt did miraculous things to Grady’s dick.

Finally Grady’s fingertips dipped inside a thin elastic and he cursed himself again for doing this in a way he couldn’t properly see.

“These aren’t even briefs, are they?” he asked, no small measure of wonder in his voice.

Jack shook his head. “No, they are. Technically, they’re briefs.”

Grady chuckled. “Feel pretty small, Jack.”

Jack squirmed in his arms and Grady gave serious consideration to letting go long enough to free himself from hisincreasingly painful pants. He couldn’t do it, though. Not while his roving fingers searched for the reason the tight underwear wasn’t flush to Jack’s body, only to discover the velvet soft, wet head of Jack’s cock trapped against his belly by the elastic.

Jack jolted as if he’d been shocked, then moaned as Grady swirled the tip of one finger around and around the plump, taut skin. Pre-come smoothed the way and Grady spread it evenly before tracing the edge of the crown.

“Grady,” Jack whispered, his breathing ragged.

Grady’s head swam, his imagination supplying what he couldn’t see. The head was fat and swollen, the foreskin retracted. He wondered what color it was. He wondered how it would taste.

“Can I touch you?” he asked, his voice little more than a rasp. He swallowed, trying to restore some moisture to his mouth.

Jack nodded, holding himself still except for the panting.

Grady tucked his fingers inside the tiny bikini briefs, the material damp against the back of his hand as he pulled them away from Jack’s body and let Jack’s long, fat cock fall into his hand.

“Oh god. Oh God. Jesus fucking Christ,” Jack rambled breathlessly, his entire body trembling before Grady had even moved his hand.

“I’ve got you, baby,” Grady murmured, nuzzling Jack’s cheek. “Just hold on.”

Jack whimpered, his knuckles white on the edge of the counter.

“I’m going to make you feel so good,” Grady promised, curling his hand around Jack’s shaft in a firm grip and giving it a tug. Skin slid over an erection so hard Grady thought it must be painful.

Jack cried out, his hips rocking with each trip Grady’s fist made along his length. His needy sounds reverberated downGrady’s spine and gathered in his balls, which were drawing up and aching. He thrust his other hand into Jack’s diminutive undies and cupped his tight sac, reveling in Jack’s ardent cries.

Jack spread his legs, giving Grady more room to press his long fingers up behind Jack’s balls.

Jack rose up onto his toes, his hips canting further back. An image of them exactly like this but naked and with Grady’s cock thrusting deep into Jack’s body burned through Grady and he groaned.

“God, you’re fucking gorgeous like this,” he growled into Jack’s ear. “You’re going to make me come. Do you know that? You’re going to make me come in my fucking pants, Jack,” Grady admitted, pushing his cock against Jack’s ass.

“Fuck,” Jack cried. “Do it. Come. Make me come.”

Apparently Jack got a lot less shy the more aroused he became.

“I want you to,” he purred in Jack’s ear, pressing his fingers into Jack’s perineum while his other hand worked the length of Jack’s cock. Jack lifted higher on his toes, his hands skittering across granite. “Come for me, Jack. Come all over my hand. I want—”

Whatever Grady had been about to say was lost in Jack’s strangled cry. His hips stuttered and his balls pulsed in Grady’s palm as he came all over the kitchen cabinet, some even making it up onto the counter.

“Oh, baby, look at you,” Grady crooned, his fist and hips working in frantic circles, his eyes glued to the vision of Jack despoiling his kitchen so thoroughly.

It was filthy and hot and just about enough to get Grady to follow Jack over the edge.

Jack twisted, turning Grady’s head with one hand to capture his mouth in a desperate kiss. Grady gasped, their tongues a messy tangle as Jack spun, forcing Grady to pull his hands fromJack’s clothing. He hadn’t even figured out what to do with them when Jack tore open Grady’s pants, shoved a hand into his boxers, and wrapped it around Grady’s aching cock.

All it took was three tugs and Grady was done, his eyes rolling back in his head. His grip on Jack was probably painful but he held on and tried to stay on his feet while wave after wave of ecstasy rolled through him.

15

Grady woke, disoriented by the pale light sneaking past the curtains and the irritated groan of the man burrowing into his chest. He groped for his phone on the bedside table and saw it was five thirty in the morning.

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