The Fly-Half (Lincoln Knights #2)

Chapter Twenty-Seven

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

Jonny

Keeping my cool while watching Devon dancing with Bailey had taken every ounce of strength I had. I kept remembering my conversation with Wayne, reminding myself over and over that I trusted Devon and that he’d picked me over everyone else. If I wanted to prove to him I was worthy of his love, I had to control my temper and that started here and now.

Bailey wasn’t trying it on. That was obvious as soon as I took a deep breath and let the red haze fade from my eyes and looked at the situation with a clear head. His hands might’ve been on Devon’s waist, but his movements were playful… overexaggerated… teasing, but not to Devon. To me… and to whoever Bailey kept looking at over the crowd.

If I’d had any doubts Bailey knew about us, they’d vanished as he spun my boyfriend around and wiggled his hips. He was showing Devon off to me, like he was trying to rile me up simply because he thought it’d be fun.

It had worked and now intense desire burned under my skin. It was more than simple need—it was a hunger, a craving, to touch, taste, and claim. I was not ashamed of my greed or the way it filled me up, but it was testing my patience to the limit and every second in the taxi back to Devon’s ticked by agonisingly slowly.

And as soon as his front door clicked shut behind us, the thread of restraint holding me back snapped.

“Jonny!” Devon groaned as I grabbed his face, dragging him into a fierce kiss and pushing my tongue into his mouth, tasting the ghost of his cocktails. I crowded him against the door, my hands sliding down his sides to grab his ass and hoist him into the air. He gasped and wrapped his legs around my waist as I lifted him, my mouth still on his because I couldn’t stop kissing him, not even for a second.

“Are you gonna carry me?” he asked with a breathless laugh, gently pulling his mouth away from mine and tilting his head back to let me kiss and suck all down his neck, moaning as I did.

“Maybe,” I said, barely lifting my mouth away. I smirked as I got a glimpse of the mark starting to form on his collarbone. My fingers squeezed his ass, caressing the firm muscle. One day, I definitely wanted to try fisting him, but I wouldn’t do it unless we were both completely sober and relaxed. The thought of Devon taking my entire hand, though… fuck, there was something about that idea which did something to me.

“Jonny,” Devon said again, his voice trailing off into a needy moan as he tried to grind against me. “P-Please.”

“Need something, doll?”

“Yes!”

“Need me to take care of you?” I asked as I gazed deep into his eyes, studying how beautiful they looked with the pupils blown wide. “Want me to fuck you until you forget your own name? Remind you that you’re mine?”

Devon groaned and buried his face in my neck. “Want you on top of me,” he murmured, kissing and licking the sweat from my skin. “Pinning me down so all I can focus on is you.”

“Yeah? Want me to bend you in half again, angel?”

“Maybe… or you could fuck me from behind?”

“Mmm, I like that idea,” I said, squeezing his ass tightly. “Get you spread out underneath me, bury my cock inside you, and fuck you until you’re sobbing into the sheets, desperate to come.”

“Yes!”

I grinned and turned. “Better get to bed then. Can’t spoil you here.”

“You could fuck me against the door,” Devon said, kissing the side of my neck again as I carried him towards his bedroom. I was glad I didn’t have any stairs to negotiate because I’d watched Mason carry Ryan up ours several times before and I was always worried one of them would fall.

“I could, but not today.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Maybe,” I said as I pivoted and kicked his bedroom door open with my heel. “Or I could just keep you in bed and see how many times I can make you come.” Devon groaned and I smirked. “What do you think, doll? Think you can give me three? What about four?”

“I-I… I don’t think I’ve ever come more than once.”

“That’s a shame. We’ll have to fix that,” I said as I carried him over to the unmade bed and gently dropped him onto it. There were a few clothes scattered across the footboard from where he’d been trying on various outfits before we went out, but they were easy to clear with a sweep of my hand.

“I’m not sure I can,” Devon said, looking up at me with wide, sweet eyes.

“Maybe not, but it’d be fun to try,” I said as I closed the gap between us and leant down to kiss him again, my fingers finding the bottom of his top and pulling it off over his head. Devon sighed into my mouth, his hands sliding under the hem of my shirt to rest on my hips. His grip was warm and firm, and it sent a little burst of heat running through me.

I couldn’t stop kissing him, pressing my tongue into his mouth and nipping his lip, slowly devouring him until he was a whimpering mess and my neck was sore from leaning down.

“Can I take this off?” Devon asked, pulling one hand out from under my shirt to gesture at the buttons.

“Yes, but then you have to take off your jeans.”

“Deal.” He grinned and stood, pushing his body against mine as his fingers clumsily tugged at the buttons on my shirt, trying to get them loose. He laughed as he fumbled them, a pretty pout on his lips. “You’re never allowed to wear shirts again when we go out. They’re too hard to unbutton!”

“Even if they make me look hot?”

“Everything makes you look hot. You don’t need to try.”

I wasn’t going to argue with him and ruin the mood. Instead my hands just covered his and began to help him with the buttons. He slid the shirt over my shoulders and dropped it onto the floor before reaching for his jeans, which were quick and easy to throw off, leaving him in only a tiny pair of skintight trunks.

He sat back down on the bed, his hands stretching out to rest on my stomach. Then he leant forward and pressed a soft kiss to my sternum, trailing his mouth slowly up my chest as far as he could reach. My cock twitched as heat bloomed under my skin. It wasn’t a life-changing sensation, but it felt better than it ever had before.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Devon said. “You know that, right? How fucking gorgeous you are.”

“So are you. I’m sorry I didn’t notice until now.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry I made you wait for me,” I said, cupping his jaw. “I know it’s probably been a while.”

“It has.” He smiled cheekily. “But I’m not going to tell you how long.”

“No? Any reason?”

“It’ll either make you feel worse or make me look really sad.”

“I promise it won’t be either,” I said as I gently stroked his face. “If you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to. But I want you to know that although it took me time to get here, I’m all in, angel. And I’ll try every damn day to prove I’m enough for you.”

“You don’t have to prove anything,” Devon said. “I promise.”

“I know, but I’m still going to do it anyway.” I kissed him again, trying to pour all my intention into it. “You’re mine, Devon Barre. And I’m going to show you what that means.”

I gently pushed his shoulder and Devon got the idea, moving backwards across the bed until he was lying in the middle. I knelt between his legs, blanketing him with my body, claiming his mouth again before slowly running my lips down his torso until I was nestled in my favourite place: between Devon’s thighs.

It was easy to dispose of his underwear, throwing them off the bed to find later. Devon spread his legs as I began to kiss down the inside of his thighs, sucking more marks into the warm skin and nipping it teasingly, making him groan and laugh. I ignored his dripping cock in favour of rolling him over and getting him to shove a pillow under his hips to lift his ass up. Then I sank back down between his thighs to spread his cheeks, smirking to myself as Devon moaned in anticipation.

He tasted of musk and sweat, a hint of French vanilla and lavender still clinging to his skin from where he’d showered earlier. I loved the raw earthiness of him on my tongue and it made me want to know what he’d taste like after training or a match, when he was hot and dripping in sweat, adrenaline still pulsing through his veins.

Devon’s moans filled the air as he pushed back onto my mouth, riding my tongue and trying to push me inside him, delicious in his desperation. I wanted to tell him to be patient, but I couldn’t. I’d give him whatever he wanted because he was mine and too precious to tease.

I pressed a finger against his wet hole, knowing I’d have to stop to grab the lube but wanting to stretch this moment out for as long as possible. Then I felt something cold and hard hit my arm and chuckled when I looked up to see the bottle resting on the bed beside me where Dev had grabbed it and thrown it at me.

I wasn’t sure how he’d managed to reach it, but desire made a lot of things possible.

The lube was cool as I poured it onto my fingers and I kissed his ass cheeks one after the other as I slowly pressed a slick finger into him. Devon groaned as his body stretched around me and I adjusted my position so I could pepper more kisses across the bottom of his spine, casually wondering if he’d ever let me tattoo my name there or whether that would be too extreme.

It could go on the list of things to talk about, alongside things like fisting and whether he’d ever want me to get a dick piercing, because I’d read they added a lot of pleasure to anal sex. It’d be painful, but it would be worth it for Devon.

My obsession with him knew no bounds, and I would do whatever was necessary to make his life better.

When I finally slid my cock inside him, our groans mingled in the air as I covered him, my thighs bracketing his and our hands interlacing as I pressed biting kisses into the back of his neck, leaving a collar of claiming bruises littered across his skin. Devon gasped and arched under me, twisting his head to the side to expose more of his neck as I rolled my hips, fucking him deep and slow. My cock rubbed across his prostate with every thrust, making him cry out as he tried to rut against the pillow underneath him.

“Think you can come like this for me, angel?” I asked, my voice rumbling through my chest as I licked a stripe up his neck as I drove deep into him.

“I… I don’t know,” Devon said with a broken moan, sweat dripping down his skin. “It’s… fuck, so good!”

“Let go for me, doll,” I said. “I’ve got you. You’re mine, remember? I’m always going to take care of you.”

Devon tried to nod as he writhed underneath me, ecstasy written across his face. “Y-You too?”

“Yeah, I’m right there with you.” I nipped his skin, kissing and licking as I thrust again and again. My orgasm was right there, waiting for him. But it was getting harder to hold back the tidal wave threatening to engulf me. “Let go, Dev. Let me catch you.”

I surged forward and captured his mouth in a deep kiss as his body tensed underneath mine, swallowing down his moans as he finally surrendered to me. His channel squeezed around my shaft as his fingers tightened around mine. Watching him come was an experience in itself, but feeling him fall apart underneath me was the final key. My release swept through me, shaking me down to my core.

My fingers dug into his palm as I kissed him again, my cock pulsing as I filled him.

“Mine,” I whispered, pressing the word into his lips like I was breathing it into his soul.

“Yours,” Devon said, kissing me like the world was ending and beginning all at the same time.