Chapter 22 #2
“Alright.” Sliding down his legs, I settle between them. He widens his thighs to make room, but when I glance up at his face, I'm met with the most baffled expression. “What? Why you looking at me like that, fool?”
He drags a hand through his hair with a disbelieving laugh. “That's it? Just alright? You're not nervous to suck a guy off for the first time?”
Shrugging, I snort and curl my fingers around the waistband of his underwear. “It's just a dick, not a snake. What's it gonna do, bite me?” His length pops out once I've got his boxer-briefs down, but I frown when I see it limp. “Why aren't you, like, hard? Or whatever?”
Damn, I'm practically digging a hole into the mattress with my boner and he's not even sporting a chub.
“It's not you,” Devon assures quickly, winding his fingers through my hair. “Sometimes it… takes a minute. Now that I'm sober.”
“What do you need to get it up, then?”
A small huff leaves his throat as he looks away, almost sheepishly. “I, uh, I don't know.”
Narrowing my eyes, I watch the way his cheeks darken under the red glow of my heat lamp. The fucker is blushing. My mind jumps back to the other night, when he sucked on me while we listened to Logan and Owen fuck. He'd come in his pants then. What was so different?
I mean, I'd stroked his hair a little. Gave him praise. Basically, all the shit I'd do with Arya, and he seemed to be into it. Then I licked my cum off his tongue. That's what really sent him over the edge. Is that it, then? Devon wants to be treated like a princess?
Figures.
Grinning to myself, I lean up on my knees to give him space. “Lie down on your back and close your eyes. I'm gonna try something.”
He gives me a wary glance but obeys silently. I kneel between his legs, ducking to ghost my lips over his inner thigh.
“Ah!” Squirming beneath me, Dev lets out a chuckle. “Are you tickling me?”
“Shut up and let me work.” I repeat the movement, noting how soft his hair feels against my lips.
He hums when I increase the pressure, placing small kisses against his skin. Then I move to the other thigh and do the same, operating on pure instinct because, honestly, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing.
Seems to be working, though, from the way his cock thickens a bit. Not much. Though it definitely jumps when my tongue darts out to lick at the spot where his thigh meets his hip.
“You taste good,” I murmur, surprising the hell out of myself. “Smell good, too.”
Like my body wash combined with his own musky scent. Dios mio, I'm so fucking hard right now.
“That…” Dev swallows, sighing softly. “Jesus, that feels amazing.”
Continuing to lap at his skin, I watch his length harden even more. It gives me an idea.
One of my absolute favorite things in the world is having my balls sucked on; that shit gets me ready to go in seconds. I wonder if it'll work on Dev?
Kissing my way down to his sac, my tongue laps an exploratory lick. Devon gasps, stomach muscles clenching when he groans. I glance up to find his expression twisted in ecstasy.
“Fuck, yeah. I need that, hot shot,” he rasps, fingers tightening in my hair. His cock plumps up further when I gently pull one of his balls into my mouth.
All in all, it's not as weird as I thought it'd be.
He doesn't shave like I do, but it's not bad.
His ball sits heavy on my tongue, slightly salty, and I roll it around, pulling a moan from deep in his chest. When he wraps a palm around his rapidly filling length to give it a slow tug, my own starts to weep inside my jock. Shit.
Who knew sucking another dude's balls would be so hot?
Moving to his other one, I lick at it, too, loving the sounds he makes. That piercing beneath his cockhead catches my attention, the way it winks in the light with every pass of his hand. The urge to take it in between my teeth comes on strong…
So I do.
I grab his wrist, prying his fingers away from his shaft before giving myself the space to bite down on the metal barbell gently.
“Jesus, fuck!” Devon shouts, going absolutely still. His whiskey eyes pop open, glassy and dazed. “God, do that again.”
I roll my hips against the mattress for some friction and nibble the piercing, this time swiping the tip of my tongue over it, too.
A bead of precum leaks from his slit, sliding down toward my mouth.
Out of instinct, I lap it up, earning another groan from him.
Salty flavor bursts on my tongue when I smack my lips.
“Not bad, I guess,” I tell him, grabbing hold of his cock to lick the barbell again. “Figured it'd be salty or bitter. Arya told me some guys' spunk makes her tongue go numb.”
“That… sounds horrible. And never use the word spunk again. Gross.”
“What, never had that happen before?”
“No,” he huffs, adjusting the pillow to watch me lick his cock. “Believe it or not, I've actually dated more women than men.”
I pause with my tongue out. “For real? How come?”
With a shrug, he reaches down to tug my hair tie free. “I guess I find it easier to… I don't know. Be emotional. Not be judged.”
“You're worried about men judging your feelings when they have your cock down their throat? That makes no sense.”
Though the thought of another guy sucking Dev off kind of irritates me, not gonna lie.
He smiles bitterly. “Men weren't allowed to feel shit in my household growing up. I was raised to grin and bear it, keep my mouth shut. Hide it all away.”
Something churns in my gut, but I give his shaft a few hard strokes because it almost feels like he's starting to go soft. “Well, that's bullshit. I'm jerking you off right now, fool. Sucking on your nuts. Might be a little offensive if you didn't feel anything.”
A breath leaves Devon's lungs before he throws his head back to laugh. The unexpected sound shocks me, and I grin at how much I like it. I’m sure I never heard him laugh before. At least, not genuinely. It feels good to make it happen.
“You gonna just play with it or put it in your mouth?” he teases, smirking.
I narrow my eyes. “Just for that, I'm not doing it. You're gonna come like this only.”
Leaning forward, I bite his piercing again, harder than before.
“Fuck, okay. I'm sorry. Please suck my dick.”
“Nope.” Running my tongue along the metal, I grin at his trembling thighs on either side of my head. “You can do it, pastelito. Come for papi.”
His responding snort morphs into a sharp inhale when I seal my lips around the barbell and suck. “How are you… Jesus, how are you so cool with all of this?”
With a shrug, I continue to play with my new toy. “I dunno. Not like I'm a stranger to being naked around other guys, there's just usually a chick between us. This eliminates a step.”
“You're surprisingly well adjusted,” he grits out, trying like hell not to hump the air when I trap him again with my teeth. My cock is so fucking hard right now that it’s painful, so I reach down to pull it out of my jockstrap.
“Shut up and focus so we can go to bed.”
Dev falls silent after that, other than low groans and muttered curses that I earn by softly suckling on his piercing.
Precum coats his shaft and my lips, making me all the more turned on.
I begin jerking myself furiously to the throaty whimpers coming out of him.
Christ, are sound kinks a thing? Like getting off on just hearing someone masturbate? If so, I’ve totally got one.
All those times I've watched porn with my eyes closed make sense now.
“I can't…” Devon stutters, his chest heaving as he reaches for me. “Come here. I need to come so bad.”
When he hauls me into his lap, I let him, but we both freeze the moment my bare ass lands on his dick. Right between the crack and everything. Our gazes lock, his wide and completely blown out. Neither of us speaks for a few seconds while we search each other's faces.
Later, I'll blame it on the fact that I'm so horny I could die, but my hips roll involuntarily. Dev shudders, eyes closing when his slick cock slides through my crease. It feels so good that I do it again… and again, until I'm practically riding him.
“Don't stop, hot shot,” he groans, gripping my waist in one hand and my cock in the other. “God, your ass feels amazing.”
An embarrassing noise leaves my throat when his barbell scrapes over my taint. “Jesus fuck, what the…”
Holy shit. Holy fucking shit.
His lips find mine, shocking me enough to make me jolt but not enough to pull away. I open automatically and lick into his mouth, that piercing and the way he's stroking my shaft dragging me closer to the edge. My fingers find his hair as I continue to writhe on top of him, chasing my release.
“I'm… fuck, I'm gonna…” he whimpers into the kiss, thighs tensing beneath me. “Oh god, baby, I'm coming.”
His dick pulses and warmth floods my crease, sending me overboard.
I come with a shout, coating his hand and chest in thick, white ropes.
We keep our mouths pressed together through it all, tongues tangling and warring for control.
By the time the orgasm ends, I'm breathless, lungs spasming to draw in air. Covered in sweat. So is Dev.
Finally breaking the kiss, he rests his forehead against mine and lets go of my oversensitive cock. We stare at each other, neither of us moving. His lids are heavy, lips puffy and swollen, completely wrecked. A swell of pride rises in my chest at having been the one to do that to him.
I wanna be the only one.
That intrusive thought makes my breath catch in my throat. I'm seconds away from telling him about it when the asshole ruins our moment by wiping his sticky hand on my blanket.
“You fucking dick.” Shoving at his shoulders, I lean over the bed to grab my discarded shirt. “Who the hell does that? Now I'll have to sleep in my own cum.”
“We can just use another blanket,” he laughs, and I pause as I start to clean him up.
We.
Like… together. In the same bed.
Devon clocks my hesitation immediately. “Right,” he huffs, all humor fading from his face. “Back to the couch for me, then?”
Swallowing hard, I ball up the dirty shirt and toss it into my hamper before climbing off the bed. “I need to shower now. Wasn't planning on getting an asscrack full of cum tonight.”
When I drop my jock and turn toward the dresser, Dev scoffs.
“Wow. Your pillow talk is outstanding, hot shot. No wonder Arya left.”
“Fuck you!” Slamming a drawer shut, I spin around to toss a pair of clean undies at his face. “I didn't say you couldn't sleep here, asshole. I just didn't… not say it.”
His jaw goes slack as he watches me march naked toward the door. It's on the tip of my tongue to tell him to follow, but that's… weird. Right? I mean, I've showered with men before. At least, with Arya, I have. Easy cleanup after double penetration and all that. But never with a guy exclusively.
Deciding it'd be weird, despite the fact that his cum is literally drying on my ass right now, I close myself in the bathroom alone and hastily scrub up with his words running through my brain.
“No wonder Arya left.”
What the fuck is that supposed to mean? She left because she cheated on me. Kind of. Technically. I mean, I told her I didn't want us messing around with Dev anymore and she did it anyway. So he's the problem, right? Not me?
Once finished, I grab a blanket from the back of the couch and enter my room again to find Dev sprawled across my bed in my underwear, scrolling through his phone.
“Here,” I mutter, throwing the blanket over his body before crawling in beside him. “Don't fucking hog it.”
“No promises,” he chuckles, making himself comfortable. It's then that I realize I only have one pillow on this full-sized mattress. Devon notices, too, but he simply smirks when he turns his head to look at me. “You drool, hot shot? Or snore?”
“Worse, I punch. So give me space, fucker.”
Humming, the asshole only snuggles closer. “I think I like ‘pastelito’ better.”
How about “baby?” I think, remembering the word falling off his lips before he came. Like hell I'll be caught saying that shit out loud, though.
Instead, I huff and turn to my other side, not even surprised when he spoons me from behind. Guy's a total cuddler.
But I can’t say I hate it, honestly. His warm body envelops me, and it's actually pretty cozy. I used to cuddle Arya like this, too. We snuggled constantly, all the time. We were good together.
So what the fuck did he mean when he said “no wonder she left?” Why is it bothering me so damn much?
“Night, hot shot,” he mumbles into my wet hair, his breath tickling my skin.
By the time I answer, he's already asleep, quiet snores softly filling the room, while I lie there and question everything about myself.
“Night, Dev.”