Chapter 25
S E X
We definitely need to do a kink test, because I’m a fish out of water.
I’m going to try to give him what he needs, though.
Nipping his bottom lip, I coax him higher with my mouth.
I twirl my tongue around his, squeeze his firm asscheeks, and grind our cocks together.
His stiffens much faster than mine. That’s fine.
I’ll get there, I’m sure. He lets the blanket fall away.
Scratching his nails over my hips, he grunts and groans, demanding more.
When I slip my fingers in his crease, he whines loudly, pushing back like a needy thing. Flashes from earlier stab at my psyche.
I want…
“On the bed, princess, knees to your chest,” I order through a few more kisses.
His pupils are blown wide, his cheeks are fiery red, and a dazed look is on his face.
With a small nod, he climbs onto the bed, giving me a glimpse of his pink hole.
I exhale a rough breath, quickly stroking my dick to full mast. Once he’s settled, looking like pure art, I kneel in front of him.
He gasps as I caress his thighs, hands sliding down to part his cheeks further.
He clenches on nothing, and his cock leaks onto his belly.
God, I haven’t even touched him yet.
“Hold them tight. I don’t want these legs dropping at all, understand?”
“Yes,” he squeaks.
“Good boy. I’m going to eat you out, and you’re going to let me hear how good it feels.”
Using my hold on his thighs, I roll him up and tuck a few pillows under his ass.
Teasing him, I blow on his exposed hole—he gasps.
I kiss each cheek in turn. His breath hitches, and his pretty entrance keeps clenching, enough to make me burst. He’s unbearably sexy—so hot.
I know he’ll taste good. Lex is probably the cleanest man I’ve ever met.
Meticulous with his grooming.
“Let me hear you, baby.” That’s the only warning he gets before I dive down and lick him, hole to taint.
The cry that leaves his lips is pure spank bank material. Fucking hell.
It’s sloppy how I eat him. Alternating between tonguing kisses and plunging deep inside him. Every time I do the latter, he clenches, trying to pull me further in. I moan against him, massaging his hips and cheeks. I’m hard as granite, leaking all over the sheets.
“Dev—oh—shit, shit, shit,” he garbles, head tossing side to side.
I lap at his hole, taking in greedy inhales of his natural scent and the lingering soap on his skin. His arms start to lose their grip on his legs, so I pull back. “Knees to chest, princess.”
“S-sorry,” he whines and readjusts his hold on them.
He really wants me to eat him out. I don’t think I’ve ever been with a man this responsive to it. Poor thing. “Actually,” I purr. “Drop them down.”
“What?” His head lifts up to look at me.
“Roll over. Ass up.”
His eyes widen, but he quickly shifts positions. A guttural groan escapes me as his incredible ass is presented, cock dangling heavily between his legs. I tug it just to hear him gasp and choke. An idea sparks fast. "Stroke your cock while I fuck you with my tongue."
“Oh god,” he whimpers, a shaky hand sneaking between his thighs.
“That’s it, pretty boy. I want your cum all over.”
Another pretty moan and I’m back between his cheeks.
I pry them wide apart, giving myself ample room to devour him, all the while he cries out and humps his hand.
It’s fucking beautiful. I’m not even being that domineering, just telling him how I want him, but it seems to be working.
Lex is going to come, and not because he’s earned it but because he deserves it.
As I spear my tongue as deep as it’ll go, feeling his channel clench down, he pushes back against my mouth like a greedy thing. “I’m gonna—Devon—I’m gonna…”
I growl into his ass, grab a hold of his sack, and squeeze. He sobs into the mattress, fist shuttling over his cock faster and faster before he finally stills, crying out and trembling all over.
“That’s it, princess,” I praise, kissing up his spine and pressing a finger into his sopping wet hole.
He screams. “Tap me if it’s too much,” I remind him.
“No! No please. Right there.”
I press down on his prostate, and he cries. His hand stops jerking his cock, and he clenches impossibly hard on my finger.
“I can’t wait to fuck you here, baby.”
I kiss his shoulder blades, then hover over him to kiss his exposed cheek. It’s coated with tears, but he’s blissed out. “Are you okay?”
He nods sluggishly before knocking the fuck out.
My balls ache, and even though my dick is only half-hard, it aches too. I’m beyond pent up, needing to come.
Still, I make sure to clean Lex. He’s so exhausted that I’m able to move him like a rag doll. I lay a fresh towel on the cum spot, clean his hole and crease with a warm rag, then wipe the rest off his stomach. Seeing how much he produced stirs me again.
As much as I want to be an animal and jack off right over his pretty mouth, I don’t.
The last thing I need is him waking up to me beating my dick and thinking I’m unsatisfied.
I’m fucking obsessed with making him feel good. He’s so responsive—so loud and needy. It validates something inside me, makes me feel normal for once, and not some mindless cockslut.
While I do enjoy a tight, wet pussy every now and then, I’ve always preferred men. I’ve never cared for roles, though. Sometimes I want my dick in someone, and other times I want someone's dick in me. It’s definitely been a mood thing.
When my nuts start to throb, the ache spreading to my lower stomach, I hurry to tuck Lex in, kiss his forehead, and all but sprint to the bathroom. I feel like a damn teenager again, so horny I can hardly see straight.
Flipping on the tap with one hand and the other already fisting my cock, I hiss through my teeth. I’m not going to last long at all. Not that I need to.
Once the water is warm, I step in and close the frosted glass door.
Half in the spray, one hand splayed on the tile.
Using Lex as my personal porno, I moan, remembering how he clenched on my tongue.
How he warmed my cock and played with my piercings.
I can still taste him—his musky scent, the trace of precum.
The longer I fuck my hand, though, the ache in my stomach settles lower, signaling I’m apparently in the mood for some more stimulation. Preferably a thick cock in my ass.
I quickly search the shower and find nothing suitable as lube. Too riled to care, I suck my fingers, twisting my grip on my cock. When they’re slick with saliva, I reach back and press two fingers into my hole.
“Oh fuck,” I moan shamelessly. The dual sensations will always be my favorite.
And just like that…my mental fantasy takes a sharp turn. Something utterly impossible is playing out behind my closed eyes.
I wish I could lie and say I’ve never done this before, but I have. Too many fucking times to count.
Envisioning Lex on his knees again, his puffy lips wrapped around my cock, and then I imagine…someone bigger, stronger, holding my hips and pounding into me from behind.
I press my forehead against the tile, rolling it over the smooth surface, and hate myself for it. For wanting him—them—like this. For not being able to let it go.
Because deep down, I know the truth. I’m torn between two men who were never supposed to be mine, but I’ve somehow claimed them anyway.
I need them.
And while I know I can’t have both, in the privacy of this shower, I can pretend.
It feels so good to pretend.
“Fuck, Michael, harder.”