Chapter 24
KEEN GIRL
Devon doesn’t answer me. He steps away from the bed and pulls his shirt off in one fluid motion.
The urge to cover myself is strong. I’m so out of my depth with Devon.
Usually, if I’m being eyed, it’s during sex, and I’m back in my clothes before I realize anyone might want to look at me.
Devon’s gaze is locked on me—not in one fixed spot like most men.
While he does focus on my cock, he seems mesmerized by everything else—even my feet.
My toes curl when he drops his fingers to his belt.
I have to stifle a groan when he whips it through the belt loops and tosses it on the bed beside me.
I swallow hard. He’s got the front of his jeans undone.
That dark, happy trail gets thicker below the waistband of his boxers.
I’m nervous, excited, and still confused about what he said. Why would I freak out?
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay? I’m just…getting naked because you asked.”
My eyebrows pinch together, but I nod. “Okay.”
He gives me a shy smile and drops his pants.
The first thing I notice is the bush he’s sporting. Which is fine. I have no issues with pubes. But as I stare harder, lean a bit closer, I see something…pink at the base of his soft cock.
Pink and phallic.
And then, I drop my gaze lower. Silver flashes as he kicks his pants and underwear away. The man boldly plants his hands on his hips.
“Do you have a tattoo of a penis…above your penis?” I croak out, my lips pursing so I don’t laugh. Now I understand the bush. He’s trying to cover it.
“Yup,” he says, blushing hard. “Don’t go to a tattoo studio drunk. It’s always a bad idea—”
“And…oh my god…” I climb off the bed, kneeling before him like some lunatic, and examine his dick. “You have a ladder?”
His cock starts to swell, getting bigger and bigger the longer my face is in front of it.
“Princess, I’m about to poke your eye out.”
Glancing up at him, I watch his embarrassment vanish, replaced by a growing heat.
I realize I’m on my knees, fully exposed in front of his pierced cock, and it’s my turn to blush as recognition sets in.
As he becomes fully hard, I can count four individual piercings running down the underside of his shaft, which makes me marvel at his pain tolerance.
That sharp sense of heat in my core grows—I've never been with someone pierced before.
It’s…hot.
My instinct is to wait for permission, to be instructed on what to do and how to do it.
The only reason I stopped him from continuing to suck me off is that I wanted his mouth in other places, but I was too insecure to ask.
I’ve never had my ass eaten. Like ever. With how eager he was to suck me off, I thought he might want to do that.
Fingers tuck under my chin and lift it. Our eyes meet, and even through the haze of his clear arousal, he is so patient with me. Soft. “Satisfied?”
I nod, wetting my lips. “Can I?”
“Can you what, baby?”
My eyes fall to his cock again. It’s darker than the rest of his naturally tanned skin. While not as big as mine, it’s still nice. Kind of imposing with all that metal pierced through it, but I want to do things. Need to do them.
Embarrassed, I can’t just say what I want, so I take action, gripping his base and bringing him to my mouth. He sucks in a harsh breath as I tease the tip with my tongue. “Fuck.”
This is what I’m used to. I’m comfortable right here, on my knees, but before I can even get my lips fully sealed around him, he steps away from me. I glance up at him, confused. “Kneel on this, sweetheart,” he tells me in quite possibly the kindest tone I’ve ever heard.
Handing me the pillow, he strokes a tender hand through my hair while I place it under my knees. My heart gives a hard thump, eyes suddenly wet. Deciding I don’t want him to see me fall apart for a second time, I waste no time and suck him into my throat.
“Jesus. Fuck, Lex,” he says, hissing through his teeth as I keep going.
The piercings are cold against my tongue, a new sensation that I’m kind of obsessed with.
I groan around him, swallowing and gliding my tongue back and forth over them.
My head goes fuzzy the longer I do this.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Devon’s fingers glide through my hair, gentle pets that soothe me so thoroughly I get lost in all of it.
It takes me some time before I realize I’m not even sucking his cock. I’m stimulating my tongue on his piercings and warming his dick.
“You look so pretty like this,” he praises, swiping some drool from the corner of my mouth. “So fucking pretty.”
I whimper, slam my eyes shut, and get back to work. When I start to bob my head, he groans. “Feels good,” he mutters, still petting me.
Pride swells in my chest. Knowing what I’m doing is good for him feels better than anything. I could stay right here and never move again.
His cock thickens against my tongue, the tell-tale warning all bodies give before the inevitable.
And while I usually wouldn’t, I usually don’t like it, I want to have him come in my mouth.
I want to try for him. “Hey, hey,” he says, taking my face in his hands and popping me off his cock. “I’m close,” he warns.
“I know,” I rasp, throat already sore from my efforts.
Studying me for a few seconds, he chews his cheek and finally shakes his head. “You don’t have to do that.”
Relief washes over me, mixing with sinking disappointment as I drop my gaze to my lap. My stomach twists. Devon rumbles, “Come here,” lifting me up gently by my arms. “Tell me you don’t like it. I won’t get mad.”
It feels like I can’t.
The words won’t manifest.
Before I know it, I’m shaking, angry at myself for being like this.
The rational side of my brain knows that this is what people do. They talk. They communicate. But I’ve never done that. It’s all been written through messages on a damn hookup app.
You down for a threesome? Bottom? Cool.
Don’t talk, alright? Just take it.
Don’t worry, you’ll come soon. My dick will make you come.
The arrogance some of these men have still is astonishing.
“Lex?”
I brave a glance at Devon. “I’m sorry, okay?” I blurt. “I’m just not used to any of this. I don’t know that I ever will be. If you just tell me what to do, I can make you feel good. That’s what I do.”
He frowns deeply, cupping my face. “I’m not a dom, sweetheart.”
“They weren’t either! I never did a kink test,” I spit. “Never did safe words or any of that crap. I went, they gave instructions, and if I was good enough, I got to come!” The anger just explodes out of me. It’s even worse because I’m fucking naked.
Vulnerable.
Too god damned exposed.
“Whoever the fuck they were, they are pieces of shit, Lex.” He quickly grabs the comforter, wraps me up like a burrito, and rubs my arms. I’m trembling.
He’s still naked as the day he was born, but seems unfazed.
“I’m not going to give you orders just so you can earn an orgasm.
That’s not me. If you want to come, I’ll make you come.
If you want it a certain way, I’ll do that too.
But don’t think I’m waiting for you to show me how well you perform before I take care of you. ”
“But I want you to do that. It gets me off!”
He blinks. “It does?”
“Yes,” I all but cry. “Tell me to choke, to bend over, to do something. Please!”
Something washes over his features. Resignation, maybe? But it’s gone in a flash, replaced by determination. “Are you still wanting to get off?”
My cock is soft, and I still feel shook up, but yes, I do. “Yes,” I manage.
He sucks in a harsh breath, squeezes my shoulders, and then straightens. “Tap any part you can reach three times, and I’ll stop.”
“Okay.”
“Say you understand, princess,” he rumbles, his voice taking on a deeper edge.
Goosebumps instantly flood my skin. “I understand.”
“Good.” He tears the blanket off and kisses me hard.