Page 77 of The Blame Game

“Dom …”

“No, listen. I’ve missed this,” Dom whispered. “I missed touching you. I missed your smell and the sounds you make when you come.”

Shea breathed raggedly, his lashes fluttering. “But you’re in no shape to—”

“You’re the PT,” Dom countered, brushing their cheeks together, letting his breath ghost against the side of Shea’s face. “Find a position that’ll feel good for both of us.”

Shea’s grip on Dom’s arm tightened. “Fuck. I shouldn’t be that selfish.”

“You’re not being selfish. You’re doing it for me.” He skimmed his lips over the shell of his ear, feeling him shiver. “I need you, Shea.”

With a groan, Shea pressed Dom backward toward the bed until his legs bumped the mattress.

He unbuttoned Dom’s shirt and worked it off him, flinging it carelessly onto the dresser, stripping off the rest of his clothing just as quickly, then letting it pool on the ground.

Shea carefully lowered to his knees and Dom glanced down to see Shea’s hands shaking.

“Hey, what is it?” he asked softly.

Shea gasped and pressed his forehead to Dom’s stomach, his breath warm on Dom’s bare skin.

Dom hesitated, then sank his hand into Shea’s hair, combing through the thick waves. Shea reached up, gripping his thighs.

“Promise me,” Shea whispered, his voice ragged. “Promise me you won’t ever do anything like that again.”

“I promise.” Dom swallowed thickly. “I promise, okay?”

“Okay.” Shea let out a shuddering sigh. “Okay.”

For a long moment, he knelt there, not moving.

Then he pressed a soft, damp kiss to the spot halfway between Dom’s navel and his cock. And then another. His lips were feather-soft and delicate as he explored the area and shivered when Shea ghosted his fingertips across Dom’s cock.

He wasn’t fully hard, his body was a little too exhausted, too in pain to get there quickly, but he did harden as Shea followed the touch of his fingers with the touch of his mouth.

Shea glanced up, teasing his tongue along the opening of Dom’s foreskin. As hazy as Dom felt, as good as it was, he hesitated, tightening his grip on Shea’s hair.

“Wait. Condom,” he managed. “You—you should get a condom.”

“I will if you want me to.”

Dom shook his head. “No.”

“Then I don’t want it either.” Shea glanced at him, gaze filled with need and something Dom couldn’t place.

“If you’re sure …” Dom relaxed his grip on Shea’s hair.

“I’m sure.” Shea sank over him, his warm, slick mouth engulfing Dom’s cock and making his head swim.

Dom thrust forward a little and let out a gasp when a jagged bolt of pain shot through him.

Shea pulled away and Dom opened his mouth to protest but Shea quieted him, coaxing him to lie back.

Kneeling on the mattress now, Shea draped Dom’s thighs over his shoulders.

It relieved the pressure, made the pain ease for a moment, and Dom let out a sigh as Shea dragged his tongue up Dom’s length, gaze never leaving Dom’s.

Dom panted softly, his fingers still tangled in Shea’s hair, tugging a little.

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