Page 30 of Play Hard

“Fuck.” He braced himself, pushing deeper. “When you laugh while I’m inside you…”

Robert knew well the sort of feeling such vibrations could produce. He wiggled his arse under Liam’s weight, just to torture him further. “Weren’t you meant to spank me again?”

“Oh my God, I totally forgot.” Liam straightened up. “Cheers for the reminder.”

“You’re thanking me?”

“Right. Sorry.” His tone turned mock-stern. “I meant, you’re a naughty lad for letting me forget.” He gave a solid whack to Robert’s left cheek.

“Oh!” Robert jerked in surprise.

“Too hard?”

“I expected the other side. Cos you’re right-handed. Usually—”

A harder slap came from the right. “Better?” Liam asked sarcastically.

And then they were both cackling with the ridiculousness of it all, with Liam struggling just to stay inside him. The levity probably went against the spirit of their role-play, but Robert didn’t care. Nothing was more them than this sort of laughter, taking the piss out of a world that took itself too seriously, even when it came to sex. Especially when it came to sex.

“You think it’s so funny?” Liam asked, his voice curling higher. “Well, I’ve secretly had that five-pound note tucked into the waistband of your knickers this whole time.”

“You—” Robert reached back and found the fiver. “What, just for your own entertainment?”

“To remind myself you’re a cheap slag.” He started laughing before the end of the sentence.

“If I’m such a slag,” Robert said as he shoved his arse back against Liam, “then why aren’t you fucking me like one?”

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