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Devon huffed. Of course Carl tried to take control just as he’d been about to introduce him to an all-new praise Jesus kind of moment. He decided to play Carl’s game. “And if I don’t?”
“Lick it,” Carl ordered. “Now.”
Devon groaned and leaned in, almost as if a force other than his own will compelled him. He licked the swirl of flesh and took pride in the way Carl jumped at the sensation.
“Fuck,” Carl snarled. “Th-th…that’s a lot.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
Carl brought his legs even higher and muttered, “Don’t you dare.”
Devon went back to work. He started gingerly at first, slow and easy, and then grew more insistent as Carl’s breathing went wonky and his legs trembled and the muscles in his thighs and butt jumped. “Oh, wow,” Carl groaned, his voice all gritty and desperate. “That’s so good.”
“Mm-hmm,” Devon said, licking the flexing sphincter. “Ever put anything in here?”
“Fingers. The tip of my razor handle—no blade attached, obviously, and just the tip.”
“Horny boy.”
“Fuck,” Carl said as Devon drilled his opening with his tongue. “Are you g-gonna? With your tongue? In me?”
“You want me to?”
“P-p-p,” Carl tried to get it out. “P-p—ugh, yes, do it.”
Devon kissed Carl’s butt cheeks, trembling sweetly on either side of his target, and then blew on Carl’s tight balls before going back to his asshole, which was wet and twitching. “All right,” he said with a laugh. “Here it comes. Sure you don’t want to learn about blow jobs first?”
Carl growled, “Don’t make me give you payback for dragging this out.”
“What if this is my payback for that orgasm denial you inflicted on me earlier?”
“You wanted it.”
“Maybe you want it now.”
“Fucking hell, D-D-Devon. P-please.”
The stuttering was fascinating, and Devon made a note to ask about it later, but right now he had a very sweet hole in front of him and Carl Pink begging him to rail it with his tongue, and even though none of this was how he’d imagined this weekend would go, he couldn’t say he hated it.
In fact, he kind of thought it was amazing.
Like Carl’s cry when Devon pushed his tongue into him, then pulled it out, only to jab it back inside. Carl’s hole spasmed, and Devon had to work his tongue to get it fucking into him again.
“Oh my God,” Carl crowed, and his balls drew up tight. His feet flexed, and Devon was pretty sure he knew before Carl did that he was going to come from this. “Oh fuck! Fuck!Fuck!” he screamed as he blew a load without touching his dick and with Devon’s tongue still shoved into him.
“Oh, Jesus,” he moaned as Devon fucked in and out, licking the rim of his asshole and kissing it as Carl trembled all over with aftershocks. “I…did—did—n’t—Fuck, I had no idea. Fuck.Fuck.”
Devon kissed the pucker of his hole and then pulled away, standing up to gaze down at Carl. The comforter was a wreck where he’d bunched it in his fists, and from where they’d rolled around making out, and now it was gathered up beneath Carl in uncomfortable-looking hills, but he didn’t seem to care. His body was flushed, his cock a glistening pink, his pubes soaked in his cum, and his nipples pert and red. He still held his legs back, and his hole glistened with spit. As Devon ran his eyes over Carl from head to twitching hole, he ached to push his cock inside.
But no.
Not yet.
Devon hadn’t even fingered him. He didn’t have a condom ready. He was not going to fuck him. No way.
But hewasgoing to come again.
Now. He needed it.
