Page 194 of The Husband Game

“Oh, you want me to do the work now, huh?”

“Want to watch you,” Dustin admitted, sliding a hand up Charlie’s belly to tweak his pretty pink nipples. “Love the way you move over me.”

“Fuck.” Charlie swung his leg across Dustin’s body and settled on top of him, pinning his cock between their bodies. “Okay.”

Dustin let out a tortured little groan.

“Yeah?” Charlie circled his hips, grinning with a wicked little smirk. “You like that?”

Dustin moaned, throwing his head back. “You know I do.”

“How about this?” Charlie whispered.

He lifted up and before Dustin could blink, his cock was engulfed in heat, Charlie’s body still slick and open from the lube Dustin had used to finger him.

Dustin gripped Charlie’s hips, arms shaking as he took him deep. “Fuck,” he managed, more sensitive than usual, the slippery friction lighting up every one of Dustin’s nerve endings.

Dustin felt out of his mind as he thrust up, chasing more sensation as Charlie rose and fell over him, slick sounds filling the air as he worked his own cock.

Dustin drank it all in but when he tried to speed up, Charlie stopped.

“Nuh-uh.” Charlie let go of his cock and wiped his palm on the sheet, then grabbed Dustin’s hands and threaded their fingers together.

Charlie stretched out over his body, pushing the backs of Dustin’s hands into the pillow beneath his head. “I’m in charge now.”

Dustin shuddered.

He couldn’t stop watching though, drunk on the sight of Charlie moving over him like some kind of fever-dream.

He’d thought the night in the Vegas hotel was good but this was unreal.

Pleasure tingled through Dustin’s body with every slick drag of his cock inside of Charlie and he found himself winding tighter and tighter, straining for more but afraid to let go, wanting to delay the pleasure.

Charlie rocked his hips, a sinuous little grind that made Dustin gasp.

“God. Charlie,” he panted, breathless from the feeling as much as the physical exertion. “You … I’m so close …”

Then Charlie was moving, sliding off Dustin.

He cried out in frustration but Charlie let go and pushed his cock into Dustin’s hole. He did it just as Dustin’s orgasm hit and the combined pleasure made Dustin cry out.

He shook as Charlie fucked him with short, hard little thrusts, one hand wrapped around his cock, milking him through his release.

Cum spattered all the way up to Dustin’s chest and he let out a breathless little laugh, head spinning. But Charlie was coming too, crying out, his head bowed, fingers digging into Dustin’s hips.

After, Charlie collapsed onto the bed beside him, sighing out, “And that was number three.”

Laughing dazedly, Dustin mopped up most of the mess with the edge of the sheet, then flung it away, still breathing hard.

“Gonna need to leave a big tip in the morning,” he muttered.

Charlie laughed. “Might need to buy the whole hotel.”

“Remind me to call my money guy.” Dustin pressed his lips to Charlie’s shoulder. His skin tasted of salt.

Dustin slid a hand up Charlie’s chest, settling his palm against the spot where Charlie’s heart thumped with a quick, steady beat.

“I’m so glad your heart is okay,” he whispered, spooning around Charlie, tucking him close.

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