Page 88 of The Husband Game

Dustin worried them with his teeth, then soothed them with his tongue, every quiet moan egging him on.

Eventually, he kissed his way down Charlie’s flat stomach, breathing in his scent as he ran his hands along Charlie’s waist. The jut of his ribs and hipbones were prominent in this position and Dustin softly brushed his lips across them, working his way lower and lower.

Dustin shifted until he was propped on his elbows between Charlie’s splayed thighs. For a moment, all he could do was stare down at his lace-covered cock, his mouth dry.

“Kitten,” he rasped.

Dustin had always known he liked pretty lingerie and cocks but he’d had no idea he’d like them together.

Not until that night in Vegas.

Since then, he’d tried to ignore that section of Charlie’s closet, afraid he’d never see Charlie wearing the delicate little scraps of fabric again. Never be able to touch him, worship him, show him the way he lit Dustin’s blood on fire.

Now, Dustin was filled with a burning desire to buy Charlie a thousand more pieces, shower him with them and beg him to wear a new one every day, if for no other reason than it would mean he’d have to stay.

“Dustin?” Charlie whispered and he sounded so unsure it made Dustin’s heart ache. “If you changed your mind, we don’t have to …”

“Kitten, no, I want you so much,” he whispered, voice raw and strained. “Don’t you have any idea how fucking gorgeous I think you are?”

He glanced up to see Charlie bite his plump lower lip and shake his head. “Um, no?”

Confused, Dustin stared at him a moment.

It seemed impossible that Charlie didn’t see how unbelievably sexy he was. Having Charlie in his bed made Dustin feel like the luckiest guy alive.

“Every single part of you is amazing,” he said firmly. “Inside and out. And by the time we’re done here tonight, I’ll do everything I can to show you how much I want you.”

He buried his nose against the warmth of Charlie’s inner thigh and inhaled for a moment, drinking in the subtly sweet scent, feeling dizzy as it filled his head.

He lapped his way up to the crease of Charlie’s thigh and focused his attention on his cock.

Dustin licked at the lace, soaking it as he worked his way up Charlie’s length. Charlie let out a little shudder and moaned in response. So Dustin kept going, mouthing at him, hungry for those teases of the salty-sweet flavor of Charlie’s pre-cum leaking through the fabric.

The soft little gasping noises Charlie made were heady and Dustin dimly noticed the need pulsing in his own cock where it was pinned between his body and the bed. But he wanted Charlie to feel good, so he ignored his dick for the time being.

Every other part of him loved this slow exploration.

When the lace was soaked, he slid the fabric aside and took Charlie’s cock into his mouth.

He let out a sharp cry and buried his hand in Dustin’s hair.

Dustin glanced up long enough to be sure Charlie was enjoying himself—and the look of pleasure on his face made Dustin grind against the mattress—so he kept going. He teased the tip of his tongue along the pretty pink crown of Charlie’s cock, lapped up the little bead of moisture there, then took him deep.

He'd never wanted to suck dick so much in his life and he could never get enough of Charlie’s. He bobbed over him, high on the taste, on the smooth slide against his tongue, on the way he tugged at Dustin’s hair whenever Dustin did something he liked.

Dustin only stopped when he felt Charlie’s thighs tense and his panting grow strained. He ran his hands along his thighs, pushing his knees up and out.

“Hold yourself open for me, kitten,” he rasped. “I need to get your hole ready for my cock.”

Charlie’s hands were shaking as he did it and Dustin pressed a gentle kiss to his inner thigh before he tugged the fabric even farther to the side and teased his tongue along Charlie’s entrance.

Charlie let out a breathy gasp that egged Dustin on further and he kept going, using his thumbs to part his cheeks.

Dustin ate him out, remembering the way he’d writhed and moaned the first time.

Charlie did it this time too, whimpering and urging Dustin on, eventually getting a tight grip on his hair and shoving his face in deeper.

Dustin loved it, loved feeling Charlie get so lost in the pleasure he got greedy and demanding.

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