Page 95 of The Husband Game

Charlie made the mistake of looking down too and he caught his breath.

In the bright sunlight he could see everything. Dustin’s cock jutting out of the nest of soft dark hair and disappearing into Charlie’s body.

The glistening length of it as he slowly withdrew, then plunged in again.

The flex of his muscles. The look of intense concentration on his face.

Overwhelmed, Charlie’s eyes fluttered shut and he let out a quiet gasp as Dustin repeated the motion over and over, his movements steady and sure, pushing Charlie toward the inevitable.

Charlie tried so hard to stay quiet but after a while, it became impossible and he turned his head, biting at his upper arm to muffle the scream he wanted to let out when he finally came, over-sensitive and shaking with the force of his release.

Dustin pulled out, but only long enough to slide a hand up and down his dick a few times and come all over Charlie’s spent cock, the final shots dribbling over his hole.

Charlie lay there, trembling, dazed and content, his smile stretching from ear to ear, face tipped up to the sun.

“Fuck,” Dustin whispered but although the word was coarse, there was almost a reverent awe in his tone.

Charlie could only stare at him.

This big man, kneeling between his thighs, chest heaving, staring at him like he was something he’d won.

Charlie shivered, although he was plenty warm, and Dustin immediately rearranged him on the lounger, sliding in to lie next to him.

“You okay, kitten?” Dustin ran a soothing hand up and down his thighs.

They were a little achy from the bent position he’d been in and the massaging touch felt good.

“Yeah,” Charlie said with a spent little sigh. “I feel amazing.”

“Good.” Dustin smiled at him. “That’s exactly what I was going for.”

After, when Charlie could feel all of his fingers and toes again, Dustin dragged him to the shower by the pool.

Once they’d rinsed off, they slipped into the water, swimming some lazy laps for a while but mostly floating. Though neither of them floated well, not when they both had low body fat percentages.

But even if Charlie had to kick his legs every so often to keep from sinking, he enjoyed listening to Dustin talk about hockey, nattering on about the upcoming season.

In and of itself, Charlie didn’t care much about which team was supposed to do what this year, but he liked hearing Dustin ramble about it, telling him about the Otters rebuild, Detroit’s depleted roster following several major surgeries, and one of the California teams getting a hot-shot young player in the draft.

“We have some good prospects as well,” Dustin said earnestly. “It’s one of the best batches we’ve had in a long time.”

Charlie let out a sleepy little murmur to let him know he’d heard.

“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?” Dustin asked teasingly.

“I am, I am.” Charlie lifted his head to look at Dustin who floated nearby. “You said this is one of the best batches of prospects the team has had in years. Some kid from Slovakia who had a great showing at World Juniors. A skilled and competitive playmaker. Aggressive on the attack and going to make a great winger.”

“Sorry.” Dustin righted himself and walked along the bottom of the pool to get to Charlie. He let himself sink, then twisted his body so he could wrap his legs around Dustin’s hips. “You were listening.”

“I sure was,” Charlie said smugly. “So ha!”

Smiling, Dustin gathered him close and although Charlie didn’t have it in him to get it up again, he liked the feel of their naked bodies sliding together, slick from the water.

“You’re great,” Dustin said with a soft little sigh. “I hope you know that.”

“Yeah?” Charlie brushed Dustin’s wet hair off his forehead.

“Yeah. I like you a whole lot, Charlie Monaghan.”

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