Page 117 of The Husband Game

He lapped his way up Dustin’s cock, looking at him through his lashes, then took him down in a single stroke.

A punched-out moan left Dustin’s mouth. “Fuck, Charlie.”

He grinned around the thickness, spurred on by the taste and feel of Dustin and the way he looked at him.

For a few minutes, Charlie closed his eyes and savored it, bobbing over him, loving the slide of the warm, hard shaft against his tongue and the sounds of Dustin’s breathing growing ragged.

But eventually, Dustin coaxed him off, leaning down to kiss him. “So good. Too good.” He gave him a rueful little smile. “I love your mouth but it’s been too long since I fucked you.”

Charlie could hardly argue, so he shimmied up Dustin’s body and straddled him, his thighs on either side of Dustin’s.

Dustin let out a pleased hum and reached for the lube. “Can I get you ready?”

“Please.”

Charlie wrapped an arm around Dustin’s neck and rose to his knees, giving Dustin space to work. His fingers were slick as he probed between Charlie’s cheeks, wasting no time on teasing him.

Perfect. Charlie didn’t want to wait either.

He was already anticipating the way it would feel to have Dustin’s long, talented fingers inside him.

Dustin knew Charlie’s body by now, knew how to tease him open, knew when to kiss his neck and distract him when he tensed, and that a few open-mouthed presses of his lips would make Charlie relax enough to let him easily slide in.

Charlie’s heart beat in his throat by the time Dustin eased his fingers out and guided his dick into position.

Charlie slowly sank over him, letting out a quiet groan when Dustin’s cock was seated deep.

“I can never get over how good you feel,” Dustin sighed against his temple. He pressed a kiss there, almost absentmindedly, humming with pleasure when Charlie began to move.

It was neither slow nor fast, but a steady, bouncing rhythm as he clung to Dustin’s broad shoulders.

Dustin tightened his grip on Charlie’s hips, staring him in the eye. It was so intense it made Charlie want to look away, but at the same time, it sent a little shiver down his spine.

He rocked his hips, making sure Dustin’s cock hit him just right.

Dustin never looked at him with anything but need and admiration and Charlie had lost any feeling of self-consciousness around Dustin. He no longer thought about what Dustin would think if he took his pleasure greedily.

The more Charlie got off, the tighter the grip of Dustin’s hands, the louder his moans, the happier he seemed.

Charlie’d had no shortage of good sex in his life but he’d meant it when he’d told Taylor that Dustin was the best he’d ever had.

There was something about the way their bodies fit together, the way Dustin touched him and held him. It was heady, the way he looked at Charlie, like he was something miraculous he was constantly delighted by.

Over the years, Charlie had molded himself into the shape of what other people wanted.

Thin and light for his mother.

Sexless and non-threatening to the skating judges.

Sexy but not too femme to the men he’d dated.

But Dustin hadn’t pushed Charlie to be anything at all. He didn’t seem to want Charlie to be anyone but himself. He seemed to delight in everything Charlie did, watching him with wide-eyed wonder like he was just pleased Charlie was there.

Like nothing about him could ever be too much.

“God, I’m so close,” Charlie said breathlessly and Dustin groaned, pressing their lips together in a heated kiss.

“What do you need?” he whispered against Charlie’s mouth.

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