Chapter Twenty-Two
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Devon
I could see Jonny’s emotions wearing on him throughout the evening, sitting heavily on his shoulders as he fought to work through them.
Mason’s revelation about his jealousy and trust issues was one thing, but his realisation that his recent on-pitch violence stemmed from protectiveness and possession was another, and I got the feeling that would be the one gnawing away at his chest.
Because the only ways for him to protect me were to either steamroller everyone, which meant focusing on us rather than the team, or for me to stop playing. And we both knew that wasn’t an option. Not yet anyway.
I had at least another five or six years left on my career, maybe more if my body didn’t betray me, and I wasn’t planning to retire a minute earlier than necessary. Rugby was more than my job, it was my life, and I wasn’t going to give it up for a man, no matter how much I loved him. Not for a reason as petty as jealousy.
I could only do so much to help him work through his feelings, and while talking about them might help, we’d done a lot of that already tonight. And it only seemed to be making him feel worse.
So it was time for a distraction.
“We should go upstairs after this,” I said, standing on my toes and leaning in to brush my lips against the shell of Jonny’s ear. We’d both offered to do the washing up since Mason had cooked, and I wanted to get it done as soon as possible. I’d had all evening to come up with plans, and all of them involved me showing Jonny exactly how I felt about him.
Without actually telling him how hopelessly in love I was.
That would be best left for another day when the poor man wasn’t already swimming in emotional turmoil.
“Why?” Jonny asked, a tiny smirk playing across his lips as he lifted a saucepan out of the soapy water to rinse before setting it on the drying rack. “Getting tired?”
“Not really.”
“Then why do you want to go to bed?”
I grabbed his ass and nipped his earlobe. “I didn’t say anything about going to bed. I said let’s go upstairs.”
“So you want to fuck on the landing? In the shower? You know both of us won’t fit, right?”
“Oh my God,” I said, swatting his ass and laughing as he leant down to brush my nose with his before stealing a kiss. “You’re such a twat.”
“Yeah, we’ve established that,” he said with a wry smile. “Don’t know what that has to do with your desire to fuck on the landing.”
I laughed and kissed him again, my hand still on his ass. “You know what I mean!”
“Do I?” He smirked hungrily. “Spell it out for me.”
I glanced around to see if Mason had appeared, but he was still in the living room watching the film we’d stuck on during dinner. I lowered my voice as I squeezed his ass, a soft moan escaping my throat at the feel of the firm muscle underneath my fingers. “I want you to take me upstairs, to your room, watch me strip naked, eat my ass, and then fold me in half and fuck me with that fat cock of yours until my back is blown out and I’m screaming your name so loudly that Mason knows exactly how thin these walls are. I want you to make me come and then keep fucking me, maybe even use my cum as lube to keep my hole slick for you. And then I want you to fill me so deep I’m still dripping your load out tomorrow.”
“Filthy little thing, aren’t you, doll?” Jonny asked, teasingly brushing his mouth over mine.
“Yes,” I said with a groan as he twisted his body slightly to push an enormous thigh between my legs, rubbing the thick muscle over my crotch. “You love it, though.”
“Mmm, I do.” He huffed out a little laugh. “It’s getting distracting. I’m not used to thinking about sex all the time. How do you get anything done?”
“You get used to it. And you’ll always have me to work your frustrations out on.”
“Yeah? Wanna be my pretty little toy? Want me to use you whenever I want?” I whimpered, my hips stuttering forward against his thigh, the rough sensation sending a shockwave of pleasure through me. “You really are needy, aren’t you, angel?” Jonny asked, pulling his hands out of the water and wiping them on a nearby tea towel like I wasn’t falling apart on his thigh in the middle of the kitchen. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you. I’ll give you everything you need.”
It wasn’t quite the distraction I’d planned, but I’d take it. Because I loved being Jonny’s plaything, and wringing every drop of pleasure out of me was a great way to drag his focus away from his worries.
“Upstairs then,” he said as he stepped away from me, his eyes raking over me appraisingly. “I’ll be right behind you.”
I turned and headed for the door, my heart racing as I walked towards the stairs with Jonny not far off me. As I climbed the stairs, I saw him stop and stick his head in the living room to talk to Mason, but I didn’t wait around for Mason’s reply.
Jonny’s room was tidy as always, his bed made with green and white checked sheets. There were a couple of art prints on the wall and a few team photos from over the years across the top of his chest of drawers and even more of the pair of us scattered around, tucked into the edge of frames and propped up against things.
I’d never really noticed quite how many photos of us there were—from the pair of us aged thirteen with our arms around each other, plastered head to toe in mud, to us in a club at eighteen, and the summer before last on the beach in Marseille, both of us smiling, tanned, and shirtless, Jonny wearing a truly hideous bucket hat he’d bought on a whim. He’d come to stay with me for three weeks and it was then I’d told him I wanted to find an English club to move back to after my contract was up.
It was also the closest I’d ever gotten to confessing my feelings for him.
But I hadn’t because my fear of losing him had always been greater than anything else.
I heard his footsteps at the top of the stairs and giggled to myself as I started pulling off my clothes, throwing my hoodie, T-shirt, and joggers to the floor and toeing off my socks, leaving me in just a tiny pair of skintight pink trunks stretched over my erection. I threw myself onto Jonny’s bed, making the frame groan, and put myself onto all fours with my ass in the air facing the door as it swung open.
“That’s a pretty sight,” Jonny said as the door clicked shut behind him. “But I thought you wanted me to watch you strip naked?”
“Technically, I’m not naked,” I said, twisting my head around and throwing a shit-eating grin at him along with a wink as I wiggled my ass.
“True. But maybe I should make you get dressed and start again.”
I pouted and whined because that wasn’t part of my plan. “Don’t pout, angel,” he said as he began to strip off, revealing the gorgeous acres of skin underneath. “I’m too impatient to do that.”
“Good.”
“Maybe next time,” he said with a wicked smile as he pushed his joggers down, giving me a brief glimpse of his boxers before he slid them off, freeing his cock. I licked my bottom lip and sucked it into my mouth, wondering what it would feel like to stretch my lips around his thick shaft. Jonny was definitely more of a giver when it came to pleasure, but I hoped he’d let me blow him at some point. I wanted to show him how good it could be.
He saw me staring as he stepped out of his clothes and grasped his cock with one hand, giving it a few teasing strokes, and I moaned at the thought of finally getting him inside my ass. It was going to feel so fucking good stretching me wide and filling me up, and I was practically vibrating with excitement.
Jonny chuckled as he walked across to the bed, standing behind me and bending down to press a kiss between my shoulder blades, his lips burning my skin. “You’re shaking.” My face flamed and I groaned, burying my head in the sheets as he pressed more kisses down my spine, each one a claiming mark on my soul. “I can’t hear you when you do that. Tell me why you’re shaking.”
Fucking hell, he was going to kill me. “Excited,” I murmured, barely turning my head.
“I can’t hear you, angel. You need to be louder than that.”
“I’m excited,” I said, forcing the words out as my cock throbbed, precum leaking into my underwear. “Can’t wait to feel your cock inside me.” I groaned as his fingers toyed with the waistband of my trunks. “It’s so fucking big and I, mmm, I need it.”
He chuckled darkly, pressing the sound into my skin at the base of my spine. “Is my pretty toy a size queen? Does he need a thick cock to split him open?”
“Y-Yes, please!” I groaned as he nipped my ass cheek, thumb running teasingly down my crack.
Jonny pulled my trunks down and groaned. “Fuck, doll, you have such a beautiful ass. Never seen such a perfect one before.” He dropped to his knees on the floor behind me, greedy palms groping my ass and pulling my cheeks apart, tugging my hips down to meet his mouth. I gasped as his tongue flicked out across my hole, lapping the sensitive bundle of nerves.
There was no hesitation to his touch, no uncertainty. It was like he was giving me a moment to ground myself.
And then he began to feast.
I buried my face in the sheets, biting down on his duvet to smother the moans tearing their way out of my throat as I pushed back onto his tongue. Jonny groaned as he buried his face between my cheeks, eating my ass like it was his last fucking meal on Earth. His tongue flicked over my hole as he licked and sucked my entrance, his stubble rubbing against my skin and his moans vibrating through me, shaking me to my core.
It felt like I was coming apart at the seams, and when he pressed his tongue inside me, I almost collapsed onto the bed as my legs began to shake. Jonny chuckled and wrapped one arm around my thigh, holding me in place. “Don’t run away from me, angel. I’m not done with you yet. Mmm, you taste so good. Do you like my playing with you?”
“Yes!”
“Like me eating your beautiful little hole?”
“Yes!”
“Do you want more?” he asked, his voice so rich it felt like liquid chocolate was being poured into my chest. He kissed me again and sat back slightly so he could run a finger down my crack and circle my wet hole. “Do you want me to touch you? Slide my fingers inside you and get you ready to take my cock?”
“Please,” I said, nodding my head and pushing my ass into the air. “Need you. Don’t make me wait, please.”
“Don’t worry, I’d never do that to you, doll.” He kissed my ass cheek. “Gonna give you everything you need.”
I felt him move and I twisted my head around to see him reaching out to his bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube and tearing the plastic off it with his teeth. “I hope this one is okay,” he said as he glanced at the label. “I wasn’t sure what to get, but Mason said this stuff is good, especially if you have sensitive skin.”
I smiled to myself because of course he’d gotten lube recommendations from Mason. “I’m sure it’ll be great,” I said. “I’ll let you know if it’s not.”
“Yeah, please let me know if you experience any burning because that’s not how I want tonight to go.”
I snorted, laughter shaking my body but it quickly melted into another low moan when I felt one of Jonny’s thick fingers pressing against my pucker. “Sorry, is it too cold?”
“Wasn’t even thinking about that,” I said, my voice trembling as he slowly pushed his finger past the tight ring of muscle. “F-Fuck!”
“Look so good taking me,” Jonny said softly, his other hand stroking the outside of my thigh. “Can’t wait to watch you take my cock.”
“You can take a picture if you want. Or a video.”
“No,” he said with a growl. “I want to remember it myself. I don’t want to watch it through a camera.”
I groaned as he pumped his finger in and out, checking in before carefully adding a second and starting to stretch me. I didn’t know if Jonny had ever had anal sex since he’d always been dismissive about his sex life in our past conversations, but his careful attentiveness suggested it might be new to him. Either that or I wasn’t used to this level of concern.
Or maybe it was because it was Jonny. And everything with Jonny felt special.
“How many do you want?” Jonny asked, curling his fingers inside me and making me gasp as he hit my prostate. Then he did it again while casually acting like he wasn’t making my legs shake. “Two or three?”
“I’m okay with two,” I said. “You can fuck me.”
“Let’s do three then,” he said as he pressed a kiss to the top of my crack. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.”
He slowly pressed a third into me. “I know, but this will help.” I groaned as he pumped all three in and out of me, stretching me wide. “Have you ever been fisted?”
His question was so out of the blue it stunned me. “N-No.”
He hummed as he teased my prostate. “Would you ever want to try it? I think you’d look so good taking my hand, doll.”
“Maybe? I… I…” I groaned and whimpered. “Later.”
Jonny chuckled darkly. “You’re right, angel. We can talk about it another day. There’s so many things I want to try with you.”
My head was spinning but I hardly had time to think about what else might be on his list because Jonny had pulled his fingers out, leaving me gaping, empty, and whining for more. He stood and touched my hip, rolling me over onto my back. “Move into the middle of the bed,” he said with a smirk. “I think you said something about me folding you in half?”
“Fuck,” I said with a chuckle as I shuffled further onto the bed, watching as he crawled between my spread thighs. “I think you might kill me.”
“No, doll. I’m not going to kill you. I’m going to make you scream my name. Just like you wanted.”
He leant over and kissed me softly, his body blanketing mine for a moment, and I melted underneath him. Then he grabbed the back of my thighs and lifted them, pushing them over my stomach and bending me in half. “Hold your legs for me, angel,” he said. “Just like this.”
With fumbling fingers, I wrapped my hands around the back of my knees and pulled them in close, making my aching muscles scream at the new stretch. I’d be sore tomorrow but I didn’t give a shit. I was too busy watching Jonny’s face filling with awe as he rubbed his thumb across my hole, his other hand slicking his cock with lube. I still hadn’t gotten my mouth on him, had hardly touched him at all in comparison, and at some point I’d talk to him about it.
But not now.
Not when he was lining his cock up and slowly pressing inside, his eyes fixed on my hole. All I could hear was our breathing, rough and ragged, as he pushed deep, melting into me and filling me with every inch. I gazed up at him in awe, a deep feeling of connectedness washing over me. I’d never felt anything like it, but it was almost like belonging… like this was where Jonny should have always been.
It was intense and overwhelming and when he looked down at me, I knew he felt it too.
“Devon,” he said, choking out my name as he bottomed out, his hands pressing on my thighs.
“Jonny.” I let go of my knees and reached up to cradle his head, drawing him in for a deep kiss, his body pushing my legs wider.
“I… You…” He breathed out the words against my lips, his voice shaking.
“I know,” I said. “I’ve got you.”
“You’re everything to me,” he whispered as he began to rock his hips, thrusting slow and deep, his cock splitting me open and sending pleasure racing straight to my core. “Always have been. Always will be.”
It wasn’t “I love you” but it didn’t need to be.
I kissed him again, pushing my tongue into his mouth and drawing a rumbling moan from his chest as he began to piston his hips faster. I groaned and gasped, my hands sliding down to squeeze his chest, gripping on for dear life as he fucked me.
I cried out as his cock hammered into me, my body gripping him tightly and pulling him deep with every thrust, grasping his shaft and milking pleasure out of him. My back arched, my head tipping back into the pillows as I surrendered to him, bliss consuming me as the heady pressure of my oncoming orgasm surged towards me.
“Jonny,” I cried out as my hand shot towards my cock, smearing precum down my shaft as I began to jerk myself furiously. “Jonny!”
“That’s it, doll,” he said, pushing my hips wider and thrusting deeper, the thick head of his cock tagging my prostate with every move. “Come for me. Want to see you.”
Another cry surged from my lips, his name leaping off my tongue as I worked my cock, my eyes falling closed as I lost myself in sensation. It was all too much, the feeling almost overwhelming. But then Jonny groaned out my name and that was all it took to send me hurtling into oblivion.
Hot cum splattered my skin and when I managed to open my eyes, I saw hunger and devotion written across Jonny’s face as he chased his release, using me for his pleasure. “Look so beautiful when you come, Dev,” he said. “Gonna look even prettier with my cum dripping out of you.”
“Need it,” I said. “Please, Jonny. I want it.”
“Can’t deny you, angel,” he said with a growl as he snapped his hips, fingers digging into my thighs. “Gonna give you whatever you want. Forever.”
And with those words, those perfect words, he came, filling me with his load and laying claim on every part of me, mind, body, and soul.
Not that he needed to.
We both knew I’d been his for the last fourteen years.