Page 41 of Game Misconduct

Now Leif’s cock was pressed against his and Tanner groaned at the pressure as he rocked his hips.

They made out, rocking together until Tanner felt like he was going to explode. He tore his mouth away, panting, “Fuck, I need you to fuck me. Or I can fuck you. Just … dicks need to go in asses.”

Leif scoffed and sat back. “Ugh. You’re so needy.”

“Hey, I know what I want,” Tanned said without an ounce of shame. “So what’ll it be, Princess?”

“Get on your hands and knees,” Leif growled.

“Clothes on or off?”

“Off, obviously.”

Tanner shrugged. Maybe Leif had a clothing kink. How should Tanner know? He stripped off his clothes and tossed them onto the floor.

Leif eyeballed them like he was thinking about picking them up and folding them, but Tanner shifted onto his hands and knees and wiggled his ass. “C’mon, Princess. I’mwait-ing.”

Leif groaned, then stripped off his own clothing, laying it carefully aside. He pulled lube and a condom from the nightstand, then settled on the bed on his knees behind Tanner.

Tanner watched over his shoulder as Leif rolled the condom on, then slicked his fingers.

“When was the last time you got fucked?” Leif asked.

“Uhh, last night, dude. You were there. Remember?”

Leif shrugged. “Just checking.”

“When would I have even had time to fuck anyone else? I mean, the closest I got to any action was staring at Matty Carlson’s dump truck of an ass when we were changing into swimsuits at Fowler’s place. Honestly, his husband is so fucking lucky. I would have loved to get my face all up in there?—”

Tanner made a choked noise at the feel of Leif’s fingers sliding between his cheeks. “Oh fuck yeah,” he said, grinning at how easy it was to get Leif riled up. Good to know.

Tanner closed his eyes as Leif dragged narrow fingers around his entrance, then slid one inside. Fuck that was good.

“All of Team USA is pretty hot,” he said breathlessly. “Fowler, O’Shea, Hurst, Carlson, Underhill?—”

“Would youstop talkingabout other men when I have my fingers in your ass?” Leif snapped, twisting his wrist.

“Ugh, you’re no fun,” Tanner said with a scowl. “And maybe you shoulddosomething to make me stop thinking about other men, hmm?”

Leif planted a hand on Tanner’s lower back and pressed a second finger alongside the first. He began to fuck Tanner’s hole in earnest, twisting his fingers and scissoring them open.

Sweat broke out on Tanner’s shoulders and he gasped quietly. Goddamn, that had worked even better than he’d planned.

“There. Is that better?” Leif sounded a little smug.

“It’s a start,” Tanner said with a shrug. “But Graham is kind of a smokeshow too and?—”

Leif brushed two fingers across Tanner’s prostate.

“Oh fuck. Fuck!” Tanner’s body shook and he pounded the mattress beside him. “Fuck yes.”

“Thought so.” Leif definitely sounded smug this time.

Tanner gave up on trying to goad Leif into something more.

Just as well because Leif was merciless after that too, so thorough it made Tanner’s head spin. By the time he made it up to three fingers, Tanner was covered in sweat and his balls ached.

“Comeon,” he demanded. “Fuck me already!”