The Fly-Half (Lincoln Knights #2)

Chapter Fourteen

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Jonny

Never in my life had I wanted anyone as much as I wanted Devon in that moment.

Watching him squirm on my lap with flushed cheeks and wide eyes, lips all pink and slick from being kissed, was a fucking dream come true. His fingers were clutching onto my hoodie like it was his last attachment to reality, and I wondered what it would be like to see him let go. I could feel his erection through the front of his joggers and it rubbed against mine as he ground his hips forward.

If he was going for subtle, it wasn’t working. But it was fun to watch him try.

“That’s cute, baby, but you still haven’t told me what you want,” I said as I gripped his ass, marvelling at how fucking firm it was. All those hours in the gym had definitely paid off and now I found myself desperate to play with it. I’d never really thought of myself as an ass man, but clearly I’d been looking at the wrong asses. Mind you, nothing that I felt now was comparable to anything I’d felt before. It was as if acknowledging my feelings for Devon had unlocked something inside me, unleashing a hungry, possessive beast that wanted to devour him.

I wanted to kiss and touch and claim him, leaving marks all over him so that everyone knew he was mine, and hear him scream my name until his throat was wrecked and his voice was gone.

And as much as I wanted to take the lead, I needed Devon to tell me what he wanted first. Because I was skating by on limited knowledge and the information I’d gleaned from staying up half the night watching videos from queer sex educators on everything from first time queer exploration and anal sex, all the way through to cock cages—which I didn’t think I’d need, but it felt good to be prepared for anything.

“You,” he said with a shaky exhale. “Just you.”

“You’ve got me,” I said, leaning in to kiss him again, scraping my teeth across his bottom lip. “But I need specifics. I can’t work with what I don’t know.”

“I… I don’t know… There’s too many options. And I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

Fuck, he was too sweet for words. Just like he always had been.

“You won’t,” I said as I caressed his ass, smirking as he groaned and rolled his hips. “If you do, I’ll tell you.”

“Okay.”

“How about this? You let me play with you and you can tell me if it’s too much or if you want more. How does that sound?”

He moaned and nodded. “Please! Play with me. You can do whatever you want.” I let out another low, rumbling moan because he seemed so desperate and overwhelmed, like he was two seconds away from coming already. And the fact I’d done that to him was satisfying the deep, possessive need in my chest that wanted to show him he’d never need anyone else after I was finished with him.

I slowly released the back of his neck and slid my hand around to his chest, gently squeezing his pec. “Do you like it when I touch you here?”

Devon nodded and groaned. “Yes.”

“What about here?” I asked as I trailed my fingers across to the other side of his chest.

“Yes. H-Harder,” he said, grinding into my lap as he pushed his chest into my hand.

“Yeah? You want me to be a little rougher?” I asked, squeezing his chest again, harder this time, and watching his face carefully for signs of discomfort. But he just groaned, his cock jumping in his joggers. I grinned and reached for the bottom of his hoodie, lifting it up enough to reveal the trail of hair running down his abdomen. “Can I take this off?”

“Yeah.” He let go of my hoodie and helped me tug his own over his head, and I threw it onto the floor to collect later. I let out a satisfied rumble as I admired the muscular planes and soft dips of his torso. I’d seen Devon shirtless a thousand times and dreamed it too, but this felt like the first time I was really seeing him.

His olive skin was still clinging to its summer tan, and there was a dusting of dark hair across his chest that ran all the way down into his joggers. He was toned and muscular but not chiselled like those fitness influencers on Instagram, and there was a soft layer of fat across the hardness underneath. His nipples were a dark brownish-pink and there were a couple of freckles above one of them that I’d never noticed before. I drew my thumb slowly across the small dark spots, the rest of my hand resting on his chest, drinking in Devon’s shuddering exhale.

I couldn’t stop staring at his nipples as they hardened. They were so pretty… so enticing… I had to have a taste.

I leant forward and wrapped my lips around one nipple, giving it a teasing little suck and flicking my tongue over the nub. Devon groaned and arched his back. My fingers tightened on his ass, my patience stretching to its limits. His skin was so hot and soft, the smell of French lavender and vanilla flooding my senses.

“J-Jonny,” Devon whined, my name falling from his lips in a broken plea.

It was so fucking beautiful I was going to be hearing it on a loop for the rest of my life.

Although if I had my way, I’d be hearing it in reality, not just in my head.

I moaned and sucked his nipple harder, my fingers skating across his chest as my other hand slid into the waistband of his joggers. A muffled growl of delight rumbled through my throat when I realised he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Devon whined again as he rolled his hips, desperately trying to press his chest into my mouth and his ass into my hand. He needed so much more than I was currently giving him, and as fun as it would be to stretch this out and tease him, I’d always been into giving pleasure.

And that was exactly what I was going to give Devon.

I released his nipple and smirked at him as I grabbed his ass with both hands, quickly flipping him onto the sofa beside me and landing between his legs. Devon let out a huff of shocked laughter that quickly melted into a moan as I captured his mouth in a filthy kiss, my tongue pushing against his.

I trailed my mouth across his jaw and down his neck, licking a stripe across his collarbone and tasting his skin. Devon groaned and bucked up against me, his erection rubbing against my hip through the fabric of his joggers. I needed to get rid of them because I had to see what was underneath.

I sucked a mark onto his chest as I moved my lips down his body, exploring every inch. I was torn between going slowly and absolutely destroying him until he was wrung out from pleasure. My head was spinning and I kept thinking about the noises Devon had made in my dream when he’d come. The ones I’d already heard from him were far superior, and I needed to know if all of them were.

Devon gasped as I shuffled down and pressed a teasing kiss to his clothed cock. I probably should have felt something about kissing a dick for the first time, but I was more focused on Devon’s reaction and wondering what I could do to ruin him so he never wanted anyone except me again.

My eyes met his as I reached for the waistband of his joggers, Devon’s fingers catching mine as I started to tug them down. “Are you sure?” he asked softly, stumbling over the words. “You don’t have to. We can go slow.”

“I’m sure,” I said. “Unless you want me to stop?” I leant forward and kissed him deeply, feeling him melt underneath me. “Do you want me to stop, doll?”

“No. I don’t want to stop.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Don’t stop, please!”

“Then I won’t,” I said, sitting back again and tugging his joggers down around his knees. It was a little awkward to get them off but we did, leaving him spread out and naked underneath me. His cock was hard against his hip and drooling precum against his skin, a neatly trimmed thatch of dark pubic hair around the base. There was a slight curve at the end of the shaft, which was nicely thick and long although not as big as mine. Not that I really gave a shit about size. I’d never really paid much attention to dicks before, but Devon’s was fucking perfect. “Fuck, angel. You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

He whined as I ran my fingers across his chest, teasing one nipple with my forefinger and thumb. “Y-You’ve seen me naked before.”

“But not like this,” I said with a hungry smile. “Never like this.”

I slid backwards off the sofa and onto the floor, kneeling on the carpet and grabbing his hips, pulling him towards me and making Devon yelp in surprise as I put his legs on my shoulders. “Are you still gonna let me play with you?” I asked, my breath ghosting across the base of his shaft.

“ Yes !”

“So good for me, doll. Gonna give you everything you need.” I pressed kisses to the inside of his thighs, nipping and sucking the skin to leave little marks all down the inside to remind him he was mine. Hopefully they’d fade by the time we went back to training, but if not, would it matter? I wanted everyone to know Devon was mine.

I spat into my hand and wrapped it around his cock, feeling the weight of it on my palm. I’d never jerked anyone but myself off before, but I’d always preferred learning on the job and the only way I’d get better was to practice. Devon was beautifully expressive too, which would help.

“Gonna tell me if you want anything different, aren’t you, angel?” I asked as I slowly began to pump his cock, drinking in his soft, needy little moans. “Don’t be shy. I won’t mind. I want you to tell me what you need.”

“’Kay,” he said, nodding his head as he pushed his hips up, thrusting his cock into my hand. I took that to mean he wanted more. Fuck, if I’d have realised he was going to be such a sweet, desperate mess, I’d have tried to figure my shit out a lot earlier.

I sped up as I pressed my kisses to the inside of his thigh, right by the seam of his leg where the skin was soft and tasted like sweat and musk and nothing would be visible to anyone unless he stripped off and spread his legs. I sucked another mark in there, harder this time, and smirked as Devon’s hips jackknifed off the sofa, a deep moan ripping from his throat.

I kept jerking him as I slowly pressed a kiss to the base of his cock, breathing in the deep scent of him. It was so fucking heady that I’d never be able to get enough. I needed some way to bottle it so I could spray it on my fucking pillows or something. Fuck, I’d be stealing his underwear and smelling it if I could, and the thought of that made my own cock throb and drip into my boxers.

My tongue darted out and I licked a wide stripe around his shaft, my hand slowing as I focused on his reaction to my tongue. Devon groaned, one hand grabbing my hair and pulling as the other grasped the sofa beside him. I grinned to myself and licked him again, dragging my tongue higher up his cock and drawing more sweet whines from his lips.

Those were the sounds that I craved, the ones that quenched the need deep inside me and simultaneously made it hunger for more.

Precum dripped onto my tongue as I wrapped my lips around the silky skin of his cockhead, the taste unusual but not unpleasant and made all the better for the way Devon cried out. His fingers dug into my scalp as I began to suck him, slowly moving my mouth up and down his shaft until I figured out some sense of rhythm and what would trigger my gag reflex.

I wrapped one hand around the base of his shaft to use in tandem with my mouth, the saliva dripping from my lips slicking his skin. Wet, sucking sounds mingled with Devon’s broken whimpers and moans as I worked him. All my energy was focused on bringing him pleasure, and his desperation sparked a new need inside me.

I’d never felt this level of want before, and the more Devon gasped, his body arching into my touch as he sought release, the harder I got. It was like my pleasure was tied to his in some way, and it almost threw me off guard.

“J-Jonny,” Devon said, his voice rough and broken. “I’m getting c-close. You can… you don’t have to.”

He groaned as I hummed around him, keeping my movements in perfect sync because the last thing I wanted was to change something and stop him from coming. If I’d learnt one lesson over the years, it was never change what was working, especially not when someone was close to their orgasm. Unless you wanted to edge them, but I wasn’t going to do that to Devon. Not today.

Devon’s hips bucked up, thrusting his cock into my mouth as he cried out, his shaft thickening in my grip. Breathless words stumbled from his tongue as he tried desperately to warn me, but they melted away into nothing except my name, spoken in a hushed whisper as his cock pulsed and filled my mouth with cum.

It took me a second to process as the salty liquid flooded my tongue, but I managed to swallow some before I choked and that drew another beautiful round of moans from Devon’s lips as the rest of his cum spilled out of my mouth and down my fist. I glanced along his body, drinking in the pleasure written across his face, knowing it was something I’d never forget.

An aching hunger rose inside me, possessive and desperate—the need to mark and claim and show him that he was mine. My cock throbbed inside my joggers, my orgasm rising unbidden inside me.

I slowly released Devon’s cock with a wet pop, saliva and cum pooling on his skin. He was watching me with wide eyes, mouth open and chest heaving, like he couldn’t quite believe what had happened.

But I wasn’t finished with him yet.

Gently pushing his legs off my shoulders, I pulled myself to my feet and used one hand to shove my joggers and boxers down around my knees. My legs were jelly from kneeling on the floor after the roughness of yesterday, but I’d take the consequences and be damned.

A harsh groan tore itself from my throat as I grasped my cock with slick fingers, using whatever cum of Devon’s had escaped as lube as I began to jerk off. My movements were rough, almost too much, but I was already so fucking close that I couldn’t stop.

The need to see Devon covered in my load drove me on, the dark voice inside me whispering all the possessive thoughts I’d never acknowledged before today. I would make him mine. And show him who he belonged to.

I gasped as my orgasm slammed into me with all the force of an entire front row, almost knocking me off my feet and making my head reel as I shot cum across Devon’s skin, painting his cock and his abdomen with my release.

I’d never seen anything more fucking beautiful and I groaned his name into his mouth as I bent down to capture his lips in a filthy, possessive kiss.