Page 4 of The Blame Game

“Yeah,” Dom said, shaking to clear it. “Sorry.”

“No worries.” Sawyer’s smile was easy. He tightened his grip on Dom’s cock, sending heat pooling low in Dom’s belly.

His cock thickened, making Sawyer’s smile widen. “There it is. I was starting to think I’d lost the magic touch.”

“Ha. Not likely,” Dom said. He thrust into Sawyer’s grip, heat crawling across his body, ignoring the twinge in his lower back.

Whatever Dom’s feelings about his sexuality were, however complicated it all was to keep the arrangement hidden, this part was easy.

Dom had tried out a few different escorts at the beginning. Several who hadn’t been the right fit. Sawyer, however … yeah, it had been good from the beginning.

He’d had no need to keep looking after that.

With deft, sure movements, Sawyer rolled a condom on Dom, then knelt over his thighs. He reached behind himself, eyes fluttering closed as he eased a plug loose. He set the black silicone toy on the nightstand, the lube glistening in the lamplight.

He didn’t always prepare himself that way but he must have known Dom would be feeling impatient tonight.

“Turn around,” Dom said huskily. “Let me see.”

Sawyer quirked an eyebrow but shifted so his back was to Dom.

Gaze trailing down the firm, thick planes of Sawyer’s back, Dom let himself enjoy the view. He reached out, dragging his thumbs down Sawyer’s crease, then tugging the muscles apart.

Greedily, Dom drank in the sight of Sawyer’s ass, slick and a little open. He brushed one thumb across the rim, liking the way Sawyer’s breath caught and his back rippled with the sensation.

“All ready to get fucked, huh?” Dom rasped.

“Yeah.” Sawyer’s voice was rough too. “C’mon, Dom. Don’t tease me.”

Dom laughed. Of the two of them, he wasn’t usually the one who dragged things out and took his time. Sawyer was the one who held Dom on the edge of orgasm until it felt like he’d turn inside out.

“You feeling needy?” Dom teased, pushing his thumb inside where it was slick and hot. “Miss having my dick inside you?”

Sawyer shivered. “You know I do.”

That was probably a pretty piece of bullshit that Sawyer said to every man but it still made Dom’s skin go hot. Just because he knew it was a line didn’t make it any less effective.

“I don’t know,” Dom mused.

He fucked Sawyer’s hole with his thumb, toying with the rim, pressing in, then pulling out, keeping it slow and steady even as Sawyer moved his hips, subtly urging him to speed up. Dom resisted, maintaining the pace.

“Maybe you missed my cock,” he teased. “Or maybe that toy is enough.”

Sawyer shuddered. “It isn’t. Fuck, c’mon, Dom. Fuck me. I need it.”

“Or I could push that plug in and tell you to suck me off instead.”

Sawyer glared over his shoulder. “Try it. I dare you.”

Dom laughed because he was the one paying and, in the end, he got to call the shots in the bedroom as long as it didn’t cross any of Sawyer’s limits. But Dom enjoyed that Sawyer didn’t let Dom push him around much.

Dom liked that Sawyer could tell when he was playing with him and exactly how far to take the bossiness. It was the perfect push and pull.

“Fine,” Dom said with a smirk, sliding his thumb out and rubbing it around the rim in a way that always made Sawyer moan. “Fuck yourself on me.”

Sawyer shifted, lining up so Dom’s cock rested between his cheeks.

Dom had meant for him to flip around and face him, but this worked too. He could hardly complain about the view when he lined his dick up with Sawyer’s hole and watched him rise to his knees before sinking down.

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