Page 91 of The Husband Game

It soothed the little flickers of worry saying he wasn’t enough, or he was too much. He wasn’t exactly what Dustin wanted.

Somehow Dustin made him feel like he was everything he’d ever wanted—even if ‘ever’ had an end-date for them.

Of course, maybe he’d grow tired of the thrill of seeing a man in panties long before their year was up. Lots of guys found it hot at the beginning but quickly got bored with it.

Still, Charlie would enjoy it while it lasted.

“Would you like that? Me buying you pretty things?” Dustin asked in a low, husky voice, stroking a finger along the thin scrap of fabric nestled between Charlie’s cheeks, pulling him from the melancholy thought and making him aware of the sticky wetness left behind from the lube. “I want to take you out, buy out the store, and have my own private fashion show. How does that sound?”

“Oh,” Charlie murmured breathlessly, his head spinning with possibilities. He bit his lip. “Yeah, I like the thought a lot. Do you know what else I want?”

Dustin shook his head.

“I want to ditch the condoms.” Charlie reached down between their bodies, hiding a wince at the sticky, gross feeling of the used one in his hand as he slipped it from Dustin’s cock. Eww.

He was on PrEP and he’d always been careful but he hated condoms with a violent passion.

Dustin blinked, clearly surprised, rolling onto his back to let Charlie sit up and throw the latex away. “You sure, kitten?”

“Yeah. I got tested recently,” Charlie admitted as he rolled back, settling against Dustin’s chest, tucked into the crook of his arm. God, he was just so big and solid. “All cleared for contact. I’m up for it as long as you can promise the same.”

“I got tested too. Last month. I was hoping …” Dustin craned his neck to steal a kiss. “Nothing to worry about on my end.”

Charlie slithered over him, sitting upright so he could run his hands along Dustin’s chest and arms. He was bulking up from training, bigger than he’d been when they first slept together in Vegas.

He took Charlie’s breath away.

Hesitant to say it but too eager to stop himself, Charlie bit his lip. “I want to go bare, if you do too.”

It was stupid, it was one more level of intimacy Charlie shouldn’t indulge in but … but lord how he wanted to gorge himself on all of those things he’d never been able to try in the past.

He had the rest of the year to explore all of those desires. This was a safe opportunity for him to enjoy sex again with someone he trusted without worrying about the future.

“Yeah,” Dustin rasped. “I want it. Just didn’t want to push.”

Charlie leaned over his chest, his lips brushing Dustin’s ear as he whispered, “Did I ever tell you how sexy I think you being thoughtful is?”

“No,” Dustin said. He tightened his grip on Charlie’s thighs. “But I’m glad I know now.”

Smiling, Charlie kissed him slow and deep before he slithered down Dustin’s body to take his cock in his mouth.

Eww. More latex taste. But this would be the last time they’d have to deal with that, thankfully.

He wrapped his hand around the base of Dustin’s cock, feeling the little twitch of interest against his tongue.

Dustin wasn’t hard again yet and neither was he, but oh, there was so much they could do in the meantime …

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Dustin awoke in the morning with Charlie wrapped tightly around him. He sighed, holding him close for a moment, ready to gently disentangle their bodies like he did every morning.

And then he remembered he didn’t have to let go.

Smiling, Dustin let out a contented hum against Charlie’s hair.

He didn’t stir and Dustin grinned up at the ceiling as he traced a path along his back, his skin warm and soft, remembering the feel of Charlie’s mouth on his cock last night, coaxing him to hardness with a slow, teasing blowjob.

Dustin licked his lips at the memory of Charlie peeling the lingerie off and flinging it away and he glanced over to see it still draped over the chair by the window.

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