Page 94 of The Husband Game

So he took Dustin’s free hand, dragging it up so he could slide two of Dustin’s fingers in his mouth and suck.

Dustin let out a muffled groan against his chest and lifted his head. “You’re killing me, kitten,” he rasped.

Charlie slid Dustin’s fingers out of his mouth with a teasing little pop. “Do you want me to scream loud enough for the neighbors to hear?”

Dustin waggled his head back and forth. “Little bit?”

Charlie giggled and swatted his arm. “You’re such a showoff.”

Dustin grinned. “Only when I’ve got something worth showing off. Like a sexy little husband I can’t get enough of.”

Charlie smiled before he could stop himself but he forced his expression into one that was more serious. Less teasing. “C’mon. Who said you should stop?”

Dustin laughed and kissed his sternum. “Sorry, kitten. I’ll be good.”

He reached for the lube and Charlie let him have his hand back long enough to slick his fingers. But when he used his forearm to nudge Charlie’s left leg out of the way, Charlie grabbed his clean hand and sucked his fingers into his mouth again.

He curled his leg, bracing his bare foot against the arm of the lounger to give Dustin better access.

Dustin gave him a heated look through his lashes, his gaze heavy-lidded as he brushed slick fingers across his opening.

Charlie was … a little tender.

Not hurting, not at all, but it had been a long time since he’d had a marathon sex session like this and well, Charlie liked them big and his husband definitely did not disappoint in that area.

He didn’t disappoint in any area Charlie could think of, actually.

And he certainly didn’t now as he slowly, gently worked one slick finger in at a time until Charlie was nearly out of his mind with need.

To distract himself, Charlie swirled his tongue around the tips of Dustin’s fingers as he worked him open.

It didn’t take a lot, not after all of the sex they’d had already.

But Dustin’s movements were still slow and almost lazy as he teased Charlie with slick gliding motions and little crooks of his fingers. Those gentle nudges made shivers race across Charlie’s sweaty skin.

Dustin was methodical, working him with the kind of single-minded determination Charlie would have admired if it wasn’t being directed at him.

To torture him.

But oh, what sweet torture it was.

Especially when Dustin slid down and mouthed at Charlie’s balls and hardening cock. Without any free hands, he could only lick and gently nip, but it was enough to make Charlie’s hips rock, seeking more.

But Charlie couldn’t get any leverage either, not when Dustin was pressed heavily against his right hip and thigh, the solid, muscular weight of him pinning Charlie to the lounger.

Charlie released Dustin’s fingers with a slow, lingering lick and pouted at him. “So mean,” he whimpered.

“You’re not enjoying this, kitten?” Dustin’s voice was all innocence but his gaze was wicked.

“You know I am.”

“Good.” Dustin twisted his fingers, sending a spark of pleasure shooting through Charlie, forcing him to muffle a gasp against his forearm, need becoming urgent.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Charlie chanted. “Oh God, I need you in me, Dustin. Now.”

Dustin didn’t argue, sitting back and slicking his cock before he settled between Charlie’s thighs again.

Of course, because Dustin was a little evil, he pushed in slowly, his gazed trained on where they were joined.

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