Seduction Games: A #GeekLove Ménage Romance (Game for Cookies Book 1) Page 10

  He had a better idea. One that would make the release that much sweeter, and far better than taking matters into his own hands.

  * * * *

  Christopher leaned back in the kitchen chair and rubbed his eyes to try and restore moisture to his eyes. He didn’t have to take a contract job during this trip; the fee he billed for installing the security cameras at L&D Cookies was better than his standard rate. But the work didn’t take much time, and he could only play so many video games waiting for Dante to get back each day, before his mind numbed and he couldn’t process basic language anymore.

  It hadn’t always been that way. Once upon a time he was more a part of Dante’s creative process. They started this TV chef thing as a team, and Christopher hated that Dante had drifted away from that part of their connection.

  So Christopher picked spare contracts when he needed to pass the time. The deadbolt on the front door thunked open, and Christopher couldn’t help his smile when Dante walked into the house. Speaking of…

  “Help me understand”—Dante’s stripped off his shoes and shed his keys as he talked—“what it is you see in that woman.”

  This must be about Julie. It usually was these days. Gorgeous intelligent, and the current bane of Dante’s existence. Christopher would rather get to know every inch of her—strip her down, see if she would surrender her tight grasp on control once he had her naked—than listen to her argue with Dante, but that wasn’t working out. “What did she do now? Or rather, what do you think she did now?” Christopher asked.

  “I don’t know. Blah, blah, blah, I’m right and you’re wrong. Blah, blah…”

  Christopher gave Dante his full attention when he trailed off.

  “God, I’d like to watch you fuck her,” Dante said, finally meeting his gaze, heat smoldering in his eyes.

  “I never should have told you I thought she was attractive.” Christopher didn’t mean it. The confession slipped out one night while he was trying to convince Dante to give the woman a break, but it’s being out there benefited Christopher as much as it had been used against him. Dante’s expression said this would be an instance of the former. “Besides, I don’t think she’s the type of woman who’s going to let you gag her, so you’d still have to hear her talk.”

  Dante closed the distance between them, stopping out of reach. “Your cock in her mouth would have a similar effect.”

  “You know you’re a fucking asshole, don’t you?” Teasing lined Christopher’s words, but he was serious. Humiliation wasn’t his kink. That didn’t stop the idea of Julie’s lips wrapped and his shaft from assaulting him. Imagining her dropping to her knees, taking him in her mouth, and groaning against his skin as she sucked.

  “Call me all the names you want. You’re already picturing it.”

  “And?” Christopher recognized the playful jab Dante’s retort. The light-hearted tone. The fact none of it was meant to insult.

  Dante leaned over, rested his hands on Christopher’s shoulders, and hovered his face less than an inch away. “And your self-righteousness loses its oomph when the notion gives you a raging hard-on.” He dragged a finger down Christopher’s chest, along his stomach, and over his waist.

  Christopher let out a long groan when Dante gripped his dick through his jeans.

  “But I know, you’re a gentleman.” Dante made quick work of Christopher’s belt, then his button and zipper. “Talk like that isn’t appropriate.”

  When they met, Dante wasn’t comfortable with conversations like this. His ex would try and trip him up with questions like do you think they’re prettier than me? It was part of the reason Rachel and Dante sought out Christopher, in his old profession as a sex therapist.

  When Dante figured out Christopher not only wanted the truth, but it turned him on, Dante developed a new comfort level with taking about his fantasies. “I don’t have a problem with the language if she doesn’t.” Christopher struggled to keep his voice even, despite the skilled fingers freeing him from his pants.

  “Hmm…” Dante knelt in front of him, sending a heady shudder through Christopher with each gentle stroke of his shaft. “Say you’re working in the shop late one night. Making sure everything is ready to go. You think everyone is gone.” As he spoke, Dante trailed his thumb over the head of Christopher’s cock, pace never increasing. “She knows you’re still there, though. Calls into the other room, startling you, and asks if you need help testing the cameras.”

  “What kind of help?” Christopher already knew the fantasy—regardless of how it played out—would be completely implausible. That didn’t stop every word from dialing up his arousal.

  Dante flicked his tongue out, gliding it up Christopher’s shaft, before resuming the steady attentions with his hand. “You look at the kitchen shot and realize she’s not wearing anything but an apron. She’s angled just enough to let you glimpse her bare hip and the side of her breast. You call back you’d rather join her than watch.”

  Christopher’s pulse scored through his veins, burning with the images of Julie’s shapely figure barely obscured. He hissed at the sensations of Dante taking him in his mouth.

  “You track her down, and back her against the wall. Not that she’s complaining.” Dante alternated between sucking and talking, and the words vibrated against Christopher’s skin. “It only takes a tug to untie the straps and send her apron to the ground. And damn, she looks good. Round tits, firm and full. Pink nipples standing at attention. You slide your fingers between her legs, and she’s already wet. Her mouth opens in a tiny gasp when you touch her. You tell her you don’t want foreplay. You need to be inside her, now. She whimpers and says yes, sir.”

  “Fuck.” Christopher tangled his fingers in Dante’s hair, lost in the visuals and the touch. He wasn’t sure if he wanted more story, or more blow job. No, he did know. Intense, raw desire throbbed inside him. “I like the sound of that.” In a single motion, he nudged Dante back, stood, and pulled him to his feet. He held Dante’s gaze. “I need to fuck you.”

  He spun Dante, so his back was to Christopher’s front, jerked Dante’s slacks open hard enough the zipper protested, and shoved the clothes to the floor. Dante’s grunts and groans spurred him on. He pressed closer, cock digging into Dante’s back. The familiar scents of aftershave and sugar mingled with the faint tingle of sweat and plunged into Christopher’s thoughts, making him stiffer than he thought possible. He reached around and grabbed Dante’s erection. “I need to drive inside you and pound you till you can’t stand.” He tugged Dante’s shaft. “And I want you to come hard.”

  The two were a tangle of limbs and groping as they stumbled their way to the bedroom. Dante grabbed a bottle of lube from the dresser drawer and handed it over his shoulder. Christopher squeezed a generous amount into his palm. He inhaled sharply through his teeth when the cold hit his heated skin, but the temperature balanced quickly. He was grateful their relationship had moved past the needing condoms phase when it was just the two of them.

  He slipped two fingers along Dante’s skin, eliciting an, “Oh, God,” when he teased Dante’s entrance. Christopher was done waiting, or stringing out a ridiculous fantasy. He thrust inside Dante hard and fast, past the instinctive clench, burying himself deep inside.

  Dante gripped the edge of the bureau until his knuckles paled, his hiss of pleasure mingling with Christopher’s grunts. Christopher set a rapid rhythm, pounding, pushing, losing himself in the tight grip on his dick. With his free hand, Dante stroked himself. Christopher dug his fingers into Dante’s hips, needing that connection to keep any bit of himself grounded.

  As their groans blended and grew in volume, Christopher’s head swam. He thrust harder, slamming his pelvis against Dante’s ass. The familiar grabs for breath told him Dante was close. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold out either.

  “God, Chris. Fuck, I’m gonna come.” Dante’s words were punctuated by gasps. A shudder rolled over his body, tingling through Christopher’s fingers, clenchi
ng around his cock, squeezing his already afire nerve endings.

  Now, Christopher could finish. He let go of the last reins of restraint, and his balls tightened. The edges of his vision fuzzed, and still he drove hard and fast. A wave of euphoria nudged his thoughts, and he yielded to it, letting the release flood him, spilling inside Dante. Even after he climaxed, he continued to pound until he was spent.

  Fuck, he loved this man. He pulled Dante upright, back into him, and held him until the haze lightened, but didn’t vanish. He rested his forehead against Dante’s shoulder. “Welcome home.”

  Dante responded with a light chuckle and rested more of his weight against him.

  Ten minutes later, both of them cleaned up, they sat in bed next to each other, TV playing and ignored in the background. “Are you actually going to tell me what Julie did?” Christopher asked.

  “Same shit, different day. And it’s possible I provoked her a little bit.”

  “I can’t imagine.” It was another symptom of the rift growing between him and Dante. A gap that got more difficult every day for Christopher to ignore. The persona Dante adopted for TV—one he’d honed over the years to make the network happy—bled into real life with Julie. It was harsh and cruel at times. Christopher was tired of asking him to try and change the behavior. In less than two weeks, they’d shoot the special segment for Dante’s show, featuring the kitschy bakery, and head back to L.A. That would be the end of most of it, one way or another. Dante’s interaction with Julie would be limited to occasional meetings, and Andi would probably become his primary point of contact for investor and business information.

  Dante scooted closer on the bed, and intertwined his fingers with Christopher’s. “I’ll try harder, I promise.”

  “Yeah, okay.” Something told Christopher that Dante and Julie were continents away from finding common ground. “The two of you should just fuck and get it over with.” The taunt triggered something in his mind that he didn’t intend. The desire to see Julie and Dante together. “Forget I said that.”

  “Would it help?” Dante asked.

  “How could it possibly?”

  “I know things are rocky between us right now.” Dante sighed. “That you’d rather be home. You don’t like how the show is going. I promise when we make it through filming this segment, I’ll talk to the studio about changes. Get your name up there with the associate producer credits where it belongs.”

  “It’s not about Julie or having my name on the screen.” So much for the fuzzy afterglow of sex.

  “I understand that, but it’s a stop-gap.” At least Dante realized it wasn’t a solution.

  Christopher wasn’t sure if Dante specifically referred to screwing Julie, or general, random fling. Using sex as a way to break down walls was a holdover from Christopher’s time as a therapist. He’d surrendered several of his practices when he quit the profession, but that one still made sense. Getting laid shifted the mind’s perspective, and it was a pretty decent way to do so. “It could be. Bar this weekend?”

  “Or ask Julie.”

  Christopher liked the suggestion. It didn’t matter how many ways he tried to talk himself out of it, he wouldn’t mind if she was their fling while they were here. “You can’t stand her. That’s what started this.”

  “I don’t have to like her to watch you fuck her.”

  “You’re not making any of this any better.” This contract couldn’t end soon enough, as far as Christopher was concerned.

  The story continues in Chapter Two.

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