Page 34 of The Fly-Half

Devon nodded and groaned. “Yes.”

“What about here?” I asked as I trailed my fingers across to the other side of his chest.

“Yes. H-Harder,” he said, grinding into my lap as he pushed his chest into my hand.

“Yeah? You want me to be a little rougher?” I asked, squeezing his chest again, harder this time, and watching his face carefully for signs of discomfort. But he just groaned, his cock jumping in his joggers. I grinned and reached for the bottom of his hoodie, lifting it up enough to reveal the trail of hair running down his abdomen. “Can I take this off?”

“Yeah.” He let go of my hoodie and helped me tug his own over his head, and I threw it onto the floor to collect later. I let out a satisfied rumble as I admired the muscular planes and soft dips of his torso. I’d seen Devon shirtless a thousand times and dreamed it too, but this felt like the first time I was really seeing him.

His olive skin was still clinging to its summer tan, and there was a dusting of dark hair across his chest that ran all the way down into his joggers. He was toned and muscular but not chiselled like those fitness influencers on Instagram, and there was a soft layer of fat across the hardness underneath. His nipples were a dark brownish-pink and there were a couple of freckles above one of them that I’d never noticed before. I drew my thumb slowly across the small dark spots, the rest of my hand resting on his chest, drinking in Devon’s shuddering exhale.

I couldn’t stop staring at his nipples as they hardened. They were so pretty… so enticing… I had to have a taste.

I leant forward and wrapped my lips around one nipple, giving it a teasing little suck and flicking my tongue over the nub. Devon groaned and arched his back. My fingers tightened on his ass, my patience stretching to its limits. His skin was so hot and soft, the smell of French lavender and vanilla flooding my senses.

“J-Jonny,” Devon whined, my name falling from his lips in a broken plea.

It was so fucking beautiful I was going to be hearing it on a loop for the rest of my life.

Although if I had my way, I’d be hearing it in reality, not just in my head.

I moaned and sucked his nipple harder, my fingers skating across his chest as my other hand slid into the waistband of his joggers. A muffled growl of delight rumbled through my throat when I realised he wasn’t wearing any underwear. Devon whined again as he rolled his hips, desperately trying to press his chest into my mouth and his ass into my hand. He needed so much more than I was currently giving him, and as fun as it would be to stretch this out and tease him, I’d always been into giving pleasure.

And that was exactly what I was going to give Devon.

I released his nipple and smirked at him as I grabbed his ass with both hands, quickly flipping him onto the sofa beside me and landing between his legs. Devon let out a huff of shocked laughter that quickly melted into a moan as I captured his mouth in a filthy kiss, my tongue pushing against his.

I trailed my mouth across his jaw and down his neck, licking a stripe across his collarbone and tasting his skin. Devon groaned and bucked up against me, his erection rubbing against my hip through the fabric of his joggers. I needed to get rid of them because I had to see what was underneath.

I sucked a mark onto his chest as I moved my lips down his body, exploring every inch. I was torn between going slowly and absolutely destroying him until he was wrung out from pleasure. My head was spinning and I kept thinking about the noises Devon had made in my dream when he’d come. The ones I’d already heard from him were far superior, and I needed to know if all of them were.

Devon gasped as I shuffled down and pressed a teasing kiss to his clothed cock. I probably should have felt something about kissing a dick for the first time, but I was more focused on Devon’s reaction and wondering what I could do to ruin him so he never wanted anyone except me again.

My eyes met his as I reached for the waistband of his joggers, Devon’s fingers catching mine as I started to tug them down. “Are you sure?” he asked softly, stumbling over the words. “You don’t have to. We can go slow.”

“I’m sure,” I said. “Unless you want me to stop?” I leant forward and kissed him deeply, feeling him melt underneath me. “Do you want me to stop, doll?”

“No. I don’t want to stop.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes! Don’t stop, please!”

“Then I won’t,” I said, sitting back again and tugging his joggers down around his knees. It was a little awkward to get them off but we did, leaving him spread out and naked underneath me. His cock was hard against his hip and drooling precum against his skin, a neatly trimmed thatch of dark pubic hair around the base. There was a slight curve at the end of the shaft, which was nicely thick and long although not as big as mine. Not that I really gave a shit about size. I’d never really paid much attention to dicks before, but Devon’s was fucking perfect. “Fuck, angel. You’re so fucking gorgeous.”

He whined as I ran my fingers across his chest, teasing one nipple with my forefinger and thumb. “Y-You’ve seen me naked before.”

“But not like this,” I said with a hungry smile. “Never like this.”

I slid backwards off the sofa and onto the floor, kneeling on the carpet and grabbing his hips, pulling him towards me and making Devon yelp in surprise as I put his legs on my shoulders. “Are you still gonna let me play with you?” I asked, my breath ghosting across the base of his shaft.

“Yes!”

“So good for me, doll. Gonna give you everything you need.” I pressed kisses to the inside of his thighs, nipping and sucking the skin to leave little marks all down the inside to remind him he was mine. Hopefully they’d fade by the time we went back to training, but if not, would it matter? I wanted everyone to know Devon was mine.

I spat into my hand and wrapped it around his cock, feeling the weight of it on my palm. I’d never jerked anyone but myself off before, but I’d always preferred learning on the job and the only way I’d get better was to practice. Devon was beautifully expressive too, which would help.

“Gonna tell me if you want anything different, aren’t you, angel?” I asked as I slowly began to pump his cock, drinking in his soft, needy little moans. “Don’t be shy. I won’t mind. I want you to tell me what you need.”

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