Page 127 of Deceptive Games

“So I can sit between your legs and blow you. C’mon, I want to try it,” he insisted, waiting for me to release him before he moved back to flick on the lamp, almost blinding me.

“Turn it back off,” I said quickly, but he shook his head and shoved the blanket off me.

“I want to see you.”

This was turning me on and making me want to run at the same time.

“I can’t do this to you,” I reminded him, knowing my limits, and he just nodded.

“I know. I can jerk myself off, don’t worry.”

I wished he’d left the light off. I didn’t know where to look as he moved to kneel between my legs, and I felt way too exposed to him from this angle. He seemed way too comfortable with my dick in his face, and I tried to remind myself that he didn’t know what he was doing either.

We could be awkward together.

I leaned back on my elbows to watch him as he got comfortable, and I held my damn breath when he fisted my cock and leaned forward to run his tongue along the underside. My toes curled and my eyes fluttered closed the second he pushed me between his lips, and I fought the urge to thrust down his throat.

He gagged a little, making me open my eyes to look down at him, and he held my gaze as he pushed deeper down his throat to gag again.

“Unless you want a mouthful of cum, be careful,” I warned, hissing out a breath and clenching my fists when he did it again. “Jense?—”

He started moving up and down, some of his movements jerky and unsure, and I let out a moan as he tongued the tip.

He kept watching my reactions as he slowly brought me closer to release, my hand blindly reaching for his as my balls tightened. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”

He’d had plenty of warning, so when I felt the first tingle, I gave in and came, his mouth staying around my cock as he sucked me dry, leaving me a boneless puddle on the bed.

He was panting when I hauled him up my body to kiss him, my hand finding his dick to find his boxers wet with precum. I pushed them off his hips and wrapped my hand around him, making him groan as I jerked him.

He whimpered a curse as he bit my lip and thrust into my hand, hot cum spilling onto my abs as I slowed.

Neither of us spoke for a moment, needing to catch our breaths, then he collapsed on top of me and made me scowl. “Dammit, Jensen. You’re making the mess worse.”

“I like being messy with you,” he said tiredly, nuzzling into my neck.

“We can’t sleep like this.”

“Sure we can.”

“I’m sticky.”

“Me too,” he huffed, sliding a hand to my hair to massage my scalp. “Just for tonight. Please.”

I wanted to shower, some of the familiar panic returning now that my need to come was gone, but I forced myself to stay still, wrapping my arms around him.

“Okay. Just tonight.”

I was pretty sure he was already asleep before I’d responded.

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

JENSEN

“Hey,” I mumbled when I opened my eyes to find Lukas staring at me. He was still in the bed, which surprised me a little, and I could feel the dried cum cracking on my skin as I moved.

“Hey,” he said softly, and I nuzzled closer to get comfortable.

“You okay?” I asked, knowing he was having an internal freak-out.