Page 18 of Punching the V-Card
“No more practicing giving head?” Devon asked, but he did as Carl had ordered, letting Carl position him so that his knees were on the carpet, his ass was in the air, and his head rested on the blanket-draped sofa cushion, eyes squeezed shut.
“I want to rim you.”
Devon stilled and said nothing. He loved being rimmed, but he wasn’t going to make a big deal out of it, in case it turned out Carl didn’t like it. Some guys didn’t.
“Teeth?” Carl asked.
“Lightly, only very,verylightly.”
Carl grunted and pushed Devon’s ass cheeks apart and leaned in. “Mm,” he murmured, running his thumb over his most tender place so that Devon shivered. “I’ll be sticking my cock in there.”
Devon squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed his cheek against the soft fabric of the blanket. He knew it wasn’t going to happen now, but he did look forward to Carl fucking him, even if his prick was a bit bigger than Devon was accustomed to taking. It’d feel great stretching him open and—
“Ohhh,” Devon moaned as Carl’s lips pressed his hole with a feather-light kiss. “That’s nice.”
Carl chuckled and suddenly gave up any coy sweetness.
He was a rimming genius, that was all Devon could think as Carl explored all the various ways an asshole could be licked, sucked, bitten, and penetrated by a tongue. Any fear Devon had that Carl wouldn’t like it disappeared as his moans competed with Devon’s, and he began to add fingers to his exploration, using them to pull Devon’s hole wider and push his tongue in deeper. Chills coursed over his body, and his cock grew ragingly hard, leaking onto the blanket.
“Fuck,” Devon groaned when Carl reached beneath to stroke him while still working his tongue and lips all over Devon’s hole. “You’re—fuck, Carl, you’re gonna make me come.”
Carl stroked faster, harder, and drove his tongue into Devon. The shivering, intense pleasure grew, and the knot of pressure in his core strengthened. He felt his asshole tighten, and then, just like that…
Carl pulled away, leaving his cock to slap against his stomach and his asshole to tremble in the cool air. Devon groaned as Carl laughed and slapped Devon’s haunches. “Okay, let’s take a break.”
“What?” Devon nearly screeched, coming up to his elbows and looking over his shoulder at Carl in disbelief.
“Yeah. We should just chill. Talk like you wanted. Get to know each other.”
Devon garbled a mess of sounds he didn’t even think were words.
Carl sat on the sofa, his hard cock jutting up, and reached for the remote control on the table beside the arm of the couch. “Let’s see. What’s on your watchlist? I find that tells me a lot about person.”
Devon’s asshole tingled and ached, and his cock was about to explode. He knew he was staring at Carl like he was utterly bonkers, but that was because he was. Who did this to a person? Ate their ass, jerked them to near completion, and then started scrolling their Netflix queue? Fuck. What the fuck?
“Ah,Schitt’s Creek. Nice. Um, but what’s up withRiverdale? Babe, you know that went off the rails after season one, right?”
“Not my list. Hope’s.”
“Hope doesnotwatchRiverdale,” Carl said, shaking his head. “No way. And this is your Netflix icon with your name on it. Your list.Lucifer? Procedurals, even supernatural ones, are a yawn, but he’s hot, so okay.”
“You’re really gonna just look at Netflix?” Devon croaked.
Carl shrugged. “You wanted to get to know each other. I’m trying to find out more about you.”
“You said you already know me!” Devon gasped, trying to decide if he should turn sideways on the sofa and stick his ass in Carl’s face. How was he supposed to react to this?
Carl patted the sofa. “Sit down. Relax. I’m gonna get you off later, but I think it would be fun if you wait.”
“Fun for who?”
“For me.” Carl smiled. “I like it when you’re like this. Look at you. Such a mess.”
Devon took the seat, his hole still dying for more touches and his dick leaking as though he hadn’t had several orgasms already today. Even his nipples were screaming at the denial.
“Tell me why you’re on—wow, Season Four? Wow. Season four of this horrible show, babe. Explain that.”
“I think Archie’s hot.” Devon reached for his own cock, because, fuck, he needed to feel something on it, but Carl reached out and grabbed his hand and brought it over tohiscock instead.
