Page 5 of The Blame Game

It made Dom’s head spin to see his length disappear into Sawyer’s body. Even dulled slightly by the condom, the snug, hot grip made him moan.

“Yeah, you like that?” Sawyer said, grinning over his shoulder.

Dom grunted his agreement, taking hold of Sawyer’s hips, gaze locked on where their bodies were joined together. Sawyer fucked him hard and fast, a punishing rhythm that made Dom’s chest heave, struggling to make it last.

It was so good. Too good, and he wanted to draw it out. Savor it.

But before long, the slick pressure, the slap of skin, and the noisy rush of their breathing made pleasure coil in Dom’s belly and his hands bit into Sawyer’s muscles. His body went tight, need boiling up and spilling over, filling the condom with a hoarse shout.

When Dom had been reduced to a panting, shaking mess, boneless, with his mind wiped clean of the stresses of the past few weeks, Sawyer eased off.

When he shifted, Dom realized Sawyer was still hard. He usually came when Dom was fucking him but not always.

Dom wanted to get his mouth on him but he hated the taste of latex and Sawyer wouldn’t go without.

“Want to come on me?”

Sawyer nodded, already reaching for the lube. He slicked his hand, bracing the other on the bed next to Dom’s ribs and kneeling between his splayed thighs.

Dom ran a hand up Sawyer’s flank, damp with the sweat he’d worked up. He stroked himself, chest heaving, the slick sounds beautifully obscene in the quiet room.

“Yeah, come on,” Dom urged. He reached down, wishing he could slide his fingers into Sawyer’s stretched-out hole and toy with the sensitive spot inside until he shouted his release.

He couldn’t quite reach, so he contented himself with sliding his hands across Sawyer’s skin, mapping out the hard muscles, digging his fingers in and dragging his blunt nails until they left pink marks in their wake. They’d fade in a few minutes but he still loved the sight of them.

And from the way Sawyer always shivered, he liked the feel.

With a low noise, Sawyer came, shooting onto Dom’s abs and chest, the spatter of it warm against his skin.

“Fuck, fuck,” Sawyer panted, working himself through his release and Dom batted his hand away to take over, teasing a few more dribbles out before Sawyer trembled.

“Fuck! Too much,” he finally gasped.

Dom eased up, reluctantly letting go.

Sawyer shifted, dropping onto the mattress beside him with a contented sigh. “You trying to kill me?” he muttered.

Dom laughed, eyes feeling heavy already. It had been a long, tiring road trip and he’d been tightly wound the whole time. The release had unspooled the tension, and without it, he felt ready to collapse.

The cum on his skin was cooling, beginning to feel uncomfortable and sticky, and Dom fumbled for the disposable wipes on the nightstand. He mopped himself off and Sawyer sat up, reaching for the spent condom.

Dom tossed the wipes away, then fell back, yawning.

“Shit, I should get up,” Dom muttered but he was already sliding into sleep too tempting to fight off.

CHAPTER TWO

Dom was out cold by the time Shea had the condom disposed of and he shook his head, smiling faintly, endeared and a little surprised.

Dom didn’t usually pass out like that after sex but between being on the West Coast for a week, the long game in Dallas, then flying home late last night, he was probably wiped out.

Shea shifted onto his side, drawing the covers over them both. Dom didn’t even stir. Shea took a moment to look him over, guiltily enjoying the opportunity to let his gaze linger without Dom noticing.

He was … God, he was beautiful.

Shea’s fingers itched to trace along his strong jaw and ghost over the short goatee he wore, skim his fingertip along his sharp nose and let the side of his knuckle linger in the hollow of his defined cheekbones.

Dom was overdue for a haircut and his light brown hair fell below his ears, dusting his chin and curling up at the ends.

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