Page 77 of The Fly-Half

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 weneeded 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?”

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