Chapter Thirty-One
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Jonny
“Did you have fun tonight?” I asked as I climbed into bed, looking at Devon stretched out in a pair of loose shorts and an old Knights T-shirt, both of which he’d stolen from me. I wasn’t sure why he’d bothered putting pyjamas on since I was going to take them straight off, but maybe he loved the idea of me undressing him.
“I did,” he said, stretching out his arms for me. “Thanks for inviting me. I hope I did okay.”
“You did great. Everyone loves you,” I said as I pulled him in for a kiss, careful to avoid his eye. The swelling was gone now, and the bruising was much better even if it did look like he’d gone a bit wild with one of Ryan’s neon eyeshadow palettes. I was so worried about knocking and hurting him that I’d been treating him with kid gloves for the past twelve days, because I’d never forgive myself if something happened and ended up setting his recovery back.
Especially not now we had plans to go to the Six Nations together.
“They’re all so nice,” Devon said, rolling half on top of me, putting his hands on my bare chest and resting his head on top of them so he could look at me from under his eyelashes. “I’m so lucky.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. Your friends welcomed me with open arms, our teammates are awesome, and I have you. What more could I want?”
I smiled slyly as I slowly spread my legs, pushing one of my thick thighs between his so it rubbed against his cock. “I thought you wanted to come?” I asked slowly, wrapping my arm around his waist to hold him against me. The idea of grabbing his hips as he sank onto my cock, pulling him up and down and making him ride me like a pretty toy for me to play with was etched into my mind. And I needed it.
I’d been keeping him at arm’s length for twelve days and my patience was stretched thin. Especially since he’d started whining and pouting, begging to get fucked with every flutter of his lashes.
At least if he rode me, his eye would be out of harm’s way. And I could finally wear him out and stop the endless petulance.
“Ahh, please!” Devon gasped as I pushed my thigh against his crotch, tightening my arm around him to hold him against me. His cock was already getting hard, the slight bit of pressure driving him wild. I didn’t know if he’d been sneakily jerking off while I wasn’t here, but given how needy and desperate he was, I had a suspicion he’d been waiting.
No wonder he was so fucking whiny.
“When did you last come, doll?” I asked in a low voice, my other hand reaching around to squeeze his ass, encouraging him to grind against me.
“Be-Before we played Angers,” he said, already breathless as he rode my thigh. “You haven’t fucked me since!”
“And you didn’t get yourself off? I’ve seen those toys in your drawer. I know you’ve been here totally alone sometimes. And I know you brought them from your place. I saw them in your bag.”
He groaned, trying desperately to get more friction on his dick and whining in frustration when he realised I’d only let him have so much. Because while I was sure I’d be able to get more than one orgasm from him, I didn’t want his first one to be in his shorts from riding my thigh. “No.” He shook his head. “Wanted to wait because you promised to make it good.”
“Mmm, fuck, angel,” I said, moving my hands to grip his hips, dragging him towards me so I could claim his mouth in a fierce kiss, my hard cock rubbing against his as I pulled him to my lap. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you. Gonna show you how much I love you.”
I nipped his lip then pushed him to sit up, carefully pulling his T-shirt over his head before reaching for the waistband of his shorts. He had to kneel up and then wiggle his legs around to get out of them, but then he was beautifully naked and sat in my lap, waiting to be played with.
My cock throbbed underneath him as I let my eyes roam over him, drinking in every detail. “I still can’t believe you’re mine,” I said as my fingers traced over his chest, toying with his nipples. “Feels like a dream.”
“It’s not a dream. I’ve been yours since we met.”
“I’m sorry it took me so long to catch up.”
“Don’t be sorry,” he said as he leant down to kiss me. “Never be sorry. I love you, Jonny. And I’m gonna love you forever.”
“I love you too,” I said, returning his kiss. “And I’m gonna take care of you always. Remind you every day that you’re mine and show you how much you mean to me.” I licked into his mouth, drawing another moan from him before I whispered, “And I’m going to do that right now.”
My hands roamed over his body, tracing his muscles and the soft lines I adored. I teased his nipples with my fingers and leant forward to suck them into my mouth, delighting in the sounds falling from Devon’s lips. He rolled his hips and ground down against me as I kissed as far down his torso as possible.
“C-Can I touch you?” he asked, his hands resting on my abdomen. “Please.”
I thought for a second as I sucked a mark into his chest. “Yes. But maybe… turn around? Then I can play with you while you touch me.”
Devon moaned, his head tipping back for a second as his mouth fell open. I loved seeing him like this, delighting in the idea of pleasure. I put my hand out to steady him as he moved around to face the end of the bed, then grabbed his hip to drag him backwards to straddle my chest so I could eat him out and open him up while he stroked my cock.
In the past, I’d been very ambivalent about the idea, but the longer I was with Devon, the more open to it I was becoming. I didn’t think I’d ever get to a point where I was desperate to get a blow job and I couldn’t really see myself wanting to bottom, but seeing how desperate Devon was to touch me warmed something in my chest and made me more open to letting him explore.
Maybe it was because it brought him pleasure, which was the thing that drove everything I did, or maybe it was because I felt more connected to him than any other person on Earth. Either way, I’d decided not to look too closely and just follow my feelings. They hadn’t steered me wrong yet, even if it had taken me a while to figure them out.
“If you want me to stop, just say,” Devon said, looking at me over his shoulder as I reached for the bottle of lube. His hands were now resting on my thighs, thumbs rubbing circles into my skin.
“I will.” I smiled at him, hoping it was enough reassurance, and then I turned my attention back to one of my favourite things in the world: playing with Devon’s ass. I leant up and pulled his cheeks apart, not caring if the angle strained my neck, and groaned as I flattened my tongue and ran it over his waiting hole.
I felt his hands slowly wrapping around my shaft, a gentle burst of pleasure washing over me as he did. But it was nothing to what I felt when he moaned as I flicked my tongue over his ass, licking and sucking him like he was my last meal.
Twelve days was nothing but somehow being deprived of the taste of him for that long felt like forever.
Saliva ran down my chin as I devoured him, taking him apart with my tongue, knowing I would make him whole again later. His cock jumped and dripped onto my chest as he gasped and moaned, his voice breaking as he stumbled over my name. He seemed to have forgotten about touching me in favour of trying to ride my face, and I was happy to let him.
Devon’s pleasure meant everything to me, and I would give him whatever he wanted.
Unless I could think of better ways to take him apart.
I sat back for the barest second to pour lube onto my fingers before pressing one slowly into his softened, wet hole, savouring the sound of delight he made as I entered him. I kept licking him as my fingers stretched him open, rubbing them teasingly across his prostate to make him gasp and beg for more.
And when neither of us could take it anymore, I gently put my hand on his ass to push him towards my cock.
“Want to watch you ride me, angel,” I said in the low, rough voice I knew drove Devon wild. “Want to bounce you up and down on my cock until you come for me. Then I’m gonna fill you up.”
Devon groaned as he moved down my body, twisting in my lap with more grace than I’d expected. He was already wearing that pretty, fucked-out expression I loved seeing on him, and I couldn’t wait to reduce him to a beautiful mess. All for me.
He grasped my cock, his other hand resting on my stomach for balance as he sank down onto me. My hands grasped his hips, guiding him slowly because I didn’t want him to rush. I wanted him to feel every single inch as it filled him.
I cursed as the tight heat of his ass enveloped me, squeezing my shaft so perfectly and testing the limits of my control. The need to fuck up into him, to claim him with my cum, was almost overwhelming, and my fingers were gripping him so tightly I’d probably leave bruises.
Not that Devon would care.
He loved it when I marked him.
“Fuck!” Devon moaned as he bottomed out, his ass resting against my thighs and his eyes wide with pleasure. “I’ve missed this.”
“Yeah? Missed being my pretty toy, doll? Missed being full of cock?” I asked as I planted my feet flat on the bed, pushing my cock even deeper inside him.
“Yes! Fuck, I missed it so much.”
“Missed being inside you too,” I said, stroking his soft skin as I gazed at him in awe, admiring every perfect inch. I truly was the luckiest bastard in the world.
Devon rose up slowly until I was barely inside him, then slammed back down hard and fast. I held him tightly as he began to ride me, his powerful thighs making easy work of it, his pace so breakneck it was making my head spin. I’d been planning to set the pace myself, pulling him up and down and drawing his pleasure out until it was too much. But Devon clearly had plans of his own and all I could do was hang on for the ride.
Moans and desperate cries filled the room as Devon bounced on my cock, leaning back so I’d hit his prostate with every move he made. His hands played with his chest and pushed through his hair as he put on a show for me. It was utterly mesmerising.
“Jonny,” he cried as sweat dripped down his chest. “I… I… fuck, it feels so good!”
“You look so good for me, doll,” I said as his pace faltered, his thighs unused to so much sudden exertion. I gripped his hips and kept him moving, making him bounce on my dick. His cock was red and dripping as it slapped on my stomach, and I knew he was close from the desperate way he was trying to get more. “That’s it, angel. Gonna come for me, aren’t you?”
“Y-Yes.” His hand reached for his cock but I batted it away.
“No, you don’t need to touch. I know you can come without it.” I slammed him down on my cock again, hammering his prostate. “Come for me, doll. Cover me with it.”
Devon gasped, mouth falling open as he leant back, hands grasping my thighs as his cum splattered across my skin. His chest was heaving, little moans dripping from his lips as the aftershocks of his orgasm pulsed through him, his ass squeezing around me. I kept my hands on his hips to hold him still as I slowly began to fuck up into him, knowing it wouldn’t take much to send me over the edge after him.
“Jonny… please.” Devon’s eyes met mine, my name so soft and sweet on his mouth.
How could I do anything but obey?
“What now?” Devon asked as we lay together afterwards, cum still splattered on my skin and dripping from his hole. I knew we needed to clean up but there’d be time for that later. Unless we fancied another round…
I wasn’t sure I was quite done with Devon yet.
“What do you mean?” I asked, looking down my body at him. He was sprawled out between my legs, head resting on my chest. “Do you want to shower and go to bed? Want me to fuck you again?”
“Give me ten minutes then definitely the second,” he said with a chuckle, a wicked smile on his lips. “But no, I actually meant for us… What now? Or what’s next?”
“Your X-ray first, then Christmas. Then the Six Nations.” I brushed my hand through his hair. “We’ve got the rest of the season to finish too. Maybe try and win a trophy, because some of us haven’t done that yet.” I grinned and Devon chuckled.
“And we did say we’d win some together,” he said. “We should probably make a start on that.” He pressed a kiss to my sternum. “I was thinking maybe… we could move in together at some point? We’ve already been doing it for the last two weeks, and we don’t hate each other so… It doesn’t have to be now but I don’t know when your contract is up.”
“Next summer. But if yours is sooner, you could move in here. Might be a bit of a squish, but we’ve got the fourth bedroom. If Mason and Ryan can have a room each, so can we. As long as you don’t mind living with them.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, of course.” Now we’d talked about it, I needed it to be a reality. Like Devon said, we’d already been doing it and I couldn’t imagine what it would be like not having him here all the time. It would be so lonely. “I love you, Dev, and I’ve known you over half my life. I don’t want to wait any longer than we have to.”
“Okay.” He smiled and kissed my chest again. “I guess we can talk to Mason and Ryan in the morning.”
“Unless they’re already listening,” I said with a snort.
“Somehow I doubt it.” Devon smirked and in the moment of silence we heard the distinctive sounds of sex coming from down the landing. He moved further up my body and kissed me again, his tongue lazily brushing against the seam of my lips. “Moving in, trophies. Anything else?”
“Maybe a few things,” I said, cupping his jaw softly. “But nothing important.”
I wasn’t going to tell him I could already see our entire life mapped out together. Rugby, trophies, buying a house together, maybe some pets because I’d always wanted a dog, a proposal, marriage, retirement and growing old together while we grumbled about ageing injuries.
Love, laughter, silly competitions over Call of Duty , quiet days on the sofa watching endless films, hours of D&D adventures with our friends, travelling abroad for tournaments and holidays, Devon teaching me about good wine, plenty of sex, and kisses stolen whenever possible because I’d never get enough of his mouth.
Spending every day together, from now until the end of our days.
“Nothing important? I don’t believe that.”
“I don’t know,” I said. “How do you feel about getting a dog?”
“Instant yes.”
“There we go then. That’s one important thing done.” I drew him in for a kiss. “And now I’m going to kiss you again.”
Devon sighed happily, melting into my arms.
Everything else could wait until tomorrow.