Page 89 of The Husband Game

When Charlie’s thighs were trembling and his hole was slick and a little loose, Dustin sat back, kneeling on the mattress. Charlie straightened his legs and Dustin caught one of his heels, pressing a kiss to the top of Charlie’s finely boned foot.

Charlie shivered and sat up, climbing into Dustin’s lap in a hasty scramble. “Want you to fuck me,” he whispered before he buried a hand in Dustin’s hair and kissed him deeply.

Dustin groaned and ran his hands along Charlie’s sides. “Grab a condom and lube.”

Charlie reached behind him, almost sliding off Dustin’s lap in his haste to get it, and Dustin supported him as he arched back, graceful and strong.

When Charlie levered himself upright again, smiling with the supplies clutched triumphantly in his fist, all Dustin could do was bury his face against Charlie’s neck and kiss him there. He licked his way up the length of his throat and bit down, worrying the spot a little with his teeth.

Charlie let out a shudder and pushed him away gently. “On your back.”

Dustin settled into position, heat flooding his body as he remembered Charlie riding him, the Vegas city lights striping his body as he undulated on Dustin’s cock.

Now, Dustin was breathless with the memory as he rolled the condom on and watched avidly as Charlie slicked two fingers and prepped himself. Dustin wanted to do it for him but this was so good too, watching him throw his head back, the mark Dustin had left on his neck standing out in the warm bedroom light.

Charlie settled over him, still wearing the gorgeous lingerie, his inner thighs sliding enticingly against Dustin’s hips.

Dustin ran his hands up the smooth length of them, then hooked a finger in the thong to pull it aside.

Charlie’s gaze flashed to his, his eyes heavy-lidded as he shifted into position. The drumbeat of his heart pulsed in his cock as the tip kissed Charlie’s entrance.

Dustin could barely breathe when the slick heat of Charlie’s body engulfed him. He let out a raspy noise, fingers clenching on Charlie’s ass cheeks to hold himself together.

When Charlie rose and fell over him, he gritted his teeth and let his head fall back against the sheets with a groan. It was perfect and too much and if he watched, he’d never last, not the way he wanted, so he had to close his eyes for a moment.

Charlie settled a hand in the middle of his chest, his palm warm, and Dustin glanced up at him.

“Kitten,” he said with a groan, because there was nothing in the world more incredible than watching Charlie ride him. The strength in his body, the sharp jaw, the pouty pink lips, and the flutter of his dark lashes made Dustin feel out of control.

He dug his hands into Charlie’s muscular ass again, groaning at the fluid roll of his hips.

Dustin licked his lips at the bob of Charlie’s cock and he fumbled for the lube, finding it tangled in the sheets. Dustin kept his gaze on Charlie’s face as he slicked his palm and when he wrapped a hand around Charlie’s dick, his eyelids slid closed.

Dustin felt drunk on the image of his parted lips and the expression of surrender on his face.

“Want you to feel so good,” Dustin rasped and Charlie shivered over him, clenching down and making him groan.

“I do. So good. God, you’re … fuck! Right there.”

As if by some silent, mutual agreement they sped up, Charlie rising and falling over him with more urgency. Dustin tugged his cock, the slick sounds spurring him on as he twisted his wrist and thumbed at the head.

Charlie groaned. “Gonna … gonna …”

He could hardly get the words out and he screwed his face up tight as he came, cum flowing over Dustin’s fist and dribbling onto his stomach. His legs were locked tightly around Dustin’s hips, the pointy heels of his shoes digging into the sides of Dustin’s thighs.

The sharp ache and the scrape of his nails against Dustin’s chest forced a choked moan from his lips and cleared the fog from his mind enough to realize he was on the edge too. He clenched his teeth and stroked Charlie through the last of the aftershocks of his release until he was a panting, writhing mess.

Dustin was still hard and aching when Charlie finally slumped over his chest, forcing him to let go of his cock. His skin was sheened with sweat and the fabric from his thong rubbed against Dustin shaft.

Dustin wrapped Charlie tightly in his arms and flipped their bodies until Charlie lay sprawled on his back against the white sheets.

His hair was damp with sweat, his lips pouty and pink from being bitten, the lace of his thong soaked with cum.

He looked beautifully wrecked and Dustin dipped his head to kiss him hungrily.

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“You haven’t come yet,” Charlie whispered as he looked up at Dustin. He could still feel the thick press inside him, filling him up right. “Keep going.”

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