Page 39 of Jingl
“Sounds great!”
“Oh, it’s fun on the game end.” I start reading the lines of code out loud and his eyes glaze over. A frown forms on his lips.
“I have no idea—”
I lift a hand. “You don’t need to know anything.”
Shae nods and waves me on to continue. We go on for a few minutes longer, sometimes Shae quacks making us both chuckle. Finally, my eyes zero in on a certain piece of code halfway down the page. “There you are, you little shit!” Quickly, I fix the problem and everything runs perfectly. “Thank fuck.”
“Was I a good duck? Quack. Quack?” Shae bats his playfully pleading eyes.
“The best duck.” I fold my laptop closed and place it on the side table. “In fact, I think my little duck needs a reward.”
“Quack?”
I laugh as I trail kisses down his throat. He quacks softly beneath me until I lift his shirt and lick a strip up his chest. My mouth finds a nipple as my hand squeezes the other.
“Trace.” Shae moans when I slide my free hand down his side. He’s so responsive, I love drawing out each sigh, and moan, and sound.
I straddle his legs, needing to be closer, needing to be wrapped up in Shae. He thrusts against me as I yank my shirt off, then his. His hands roam my naked skin. Softly, he tweaks my nipples like he discovered I enjoy. He pulls me down for a kiss and I get lost in the taste of him. The feel of his lips. The weight of his hand on the back of my neck. I won’t ever get enough of Shae’s touch or mouth.
He takes the lead, sinking his hand into my basketball shorts. My head drops to his shoulder as he strokes me. But I can’t be the only one getting pleasure. I palm his cock through his sweats until he’s a mess beneath me. We’re slow and deliberate with our actions. There’s no reason to rush.
He grinds himself into my hand. I need to feel him though, and tuck his waistband under his balls to free his cock. He stands at attention, pre-cum beading on his tip. I dip my finger through the offering and bring it to my tongue. He watches my every move and steals my mouth as soon as my finger leaves my mouth.
Shae’s back in the lead taking our cocks together in his hand. I thrust into his offering, loving how our cocks feel. Love how every slide of his hand sends spikes of pleasure down my spine. I press my forehead to his, clasp his face. We’re breathing the same air. Shae thumbs the slit of my cock and it trips my brain. I’m done for.
“Shae, not gonna last.”
“Me either.” His pace picks up.
My balls draw up. And just before I shoot, Shae pants out as cum covers his hand. Just the look of our cum covered cocks sliding together makes me tumble. I moan as my orgasm rips through me, then slump right into Shae. He wraps his arms around me, like he can’t get enough of touching me.
We stay like this, our dicks out, satisfied, and just needing the comfort only we can give each other. But soon, despite Shae being the best cuddle buddy in existence, my body doesn’t like the position.
“Come on, let’s go take a shower.” I tug Shae to his feet. I can’t keep my hands off him, though. My mouth seeks his for another kiss and I press him against the wall.
“Don’t stop. Never stop,” Shae whispers. I love how I can play his body and he responds so well.
Our fun gets cut short, though. My phone rings and had I not been expecting a phone call, I’d ignore it.
“One sec, Shae.” I dash for my phone on the couch and answer just before the call clicked over to voicemail. “This is Trace Randy.”
My heart pounds when it’s Levi Anders, none other than the leading developer of another gaming company I applied to recently. I like working with Nimble Arts, but I want bigger projects and I have the work ethic and know how to be a part of something like Trinity Level Games.
“We saw your portfolio and I’m impressed. I’d like to do a video interview within the next few days. Do you have availability?”
My stomach flips. “Yes! I’m open every morning. When are you thinking?”
“How about eight a.m. Eastern?”
“Perfect. Thank you!”
“I’ll email you everything you need to know. See you tomorrow.”
“Thank you.”
“Later.” Levi ends the call and I turn to Shae.
