Page 28 of Game Misconduct

Leif nodded.

“Good.” Tanner grasped Leif’s cock and rolled the condom down in a single expert move. “I was just giving you shit about being a virgin anyway. There’s nothing wrong with it if you are. You wouldn’t be my first.” He winked.

Leif let out an outraged squawk, relieved they were back to giving each other shit. “I’m not?—”

“Dude, Iknow. You’re young, hot, and rich too. Ihopeyou’re dicking people down on the reg. But I hope you’re getting tested on the reg too.”

“Of course I am!” Leif said.

He resisted the urge to scrub his hands across his face. What was even happening? This was the weirdest sex he’d ever had with someone.

“Good. Anything I should know about? STI wise, I mean.”

“No,” Leif said, still somewhat bewildered by this entire situation.

“Good.” Tanner flashed him another bright grin, then shifted to straddle Leif’s hips. He grasped the base of Leif’s cock to steady it, then reached behind himself.

He slid down over Leif and Leif held his breath.

Tanner didn’t waste any time, sinking down over Leif’s cock in a practiced move that had Leif feeling oddly grateful for the people Tanner had slept with before, because clearly he knew what he was doing.

And then he couldn’t think at all because Tanner was moving. And Christ, could hemove.

Tanner rode Leif hard, his hips rising and falling in a fluid, rolling rhythm that left Leif gasping and shaking. Tanner’s eyes were closed, his lashes thick and dark against his cheeks, every muscle flexing as he worked over him.

The sight of him stole Leif’s breath and he closed his eyes too. He realized Tanner was talking, yammering on and on about how good Leif’s dick felt and how hot he was. He caught something about his jaw and his abs and hishairof all things.

Leif tried to focus on the sensations in his body, but Tanner just kept going. Yapping away like he would never stop. When Leif couldn’t stand another second of it, he pulled Tanner down against his chest and flipped their bodies.

Tanner yelped quietly as he landed on his back and his eyes flew open, startled. He didn’t look mad though. There was something incessantly cheerful about him, like he couldn’t stay upset or hold a grudge to save his life.

Leif hated it. What he hated even more was that he couldn’t seem to hold a grudge against Tanner either.

Leif shoved his fingers in Tanner’s mouth and said, “Shut up and suck.”

Tanner did, smirking around his fingers. God, the little shit had probably tried to goad Leif into this. And he’d played right into Tanner’s plan.Ugh.

Leif shifted, hooking Tanner’s thighs over his shoulders.

He was flexible—Leif had to grudgingly admit that—as he shifted forward and Tanner practically folded in half. And then Tanner ran his tongue across the tips of Leif’s fingers and Leif groaned and started fucking him.

It was so much easier. So muchbetterwhen he didn’t have Tanner yapping incessantly. When the only sounds were the wet sucking noises of his fingers in Tanner’s mouth and the muffled gasps he let out around them every time Leif drove into him. The slick sounds of lube and the slap of their bodies together as Leif picked up the pace.

Tanner wasn’t passive. He ran his hands along Leif’s back, urging him on, showing Leif without words what he wanted. He cupped Leif’s ass and guided him to tilt his hips.

When Leif did, a low, desperate noise came from Tanner’s throat, and he clenched tightly around Leif.

Sweat broke out on Leif’s forehead becauseholy shit, too good, too goodand he closed his eyes because if he wasn’t careful, hewouldcome too soon. If he looked at Tanner and the redness of his lips wrapped around Leif’s fingers, if he watched the look of absolute bliss that crossed Tanner’s face every time Leif grazed his prostate, he’d lose it completely.

So he hung his head, squeezed his eyes tightly shut, and focused on hitting that spot that made Tanner tighten around him, keeping his rhythm hard and even. Tanner dug his fingertipsinto Leif’s back and the pinpricks of pain from his blunt nails helped ground Leif.

He kept going, sweat beading up on his shoulders as he drilled into Tanner.

“Fuck, fuck,” Tanner mumbled around Leif’s fingers, his entire body trembling. Leif pulled his hand away to brace with both arms and get more leverage.

He fucked Tanner harder, desperately hoping he could make Tanner come before his own impending orgasm hit. Leif’s pulse thundered, so fast and hard he could feel the flutter in his throat and throbbing in his ears, like after a speed burst on a breakaway through the neutral zone.

“Yeah, yeah, right there,fuuuuuuuucccccccccck,” Tanner said with a groan and came, wetness spreading between their bodies.