Page 128 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
Devan curled his tongue, worked it into Jonty’s body and the room filled with ragged sounds, Jonty’s short cries and longer groans, and Devan’s dirty sucking and slurping. He held Jonty’s arse cheeks further apart, pressed his face into his backside and fucked him with his tongue. Only when he’d turned Jonty into a quivering, gasping heap, did he reach for the supplies from the bedside drawer.
“Roll over,” Devan ordered.
“No. Do it like this. I’ve temporarily lost feeling in my legs, arms… Oh God.”
Devan was too desperate to argue. He slid on a condom, applied lube to his cock with one pass of his hand, then pressed the head of his dick against Jonty’s arsehole. He knew he should have prepped him better than this. Jonty needed a couple of fingers to stretch him, not just a tongue, but he had to keep going now, keep pressing, not rushing, but not stopping, carefully pushing in until he bottomed out.Fuuuuck!Then he took a breath.
“Your fingers are getting fatter,” Jonty mumbled into the bed.
Devan smiled. “Are you okay?”
“No, you promised fast.”
He pulled back and pushed in slowly. “Better?” he asked and did it again.
“No! Look, this is me topping from the bottom. Have you never had anyone do that before? Just fuck me. Hard. I need you to fuck me. Or do you want me show you how it’s done?”
The sounds in the room changed as Devan began to shunt in and out of him. Jonty felt so good—hot, tight…Fucking squeezing me!Devan moved faster, sliding his hands under Jonty, pulling him up so that they were both kneeling on the bed.
Jonty cried out every time Devan thrust into him. Devan shifted his hold so one arm held Jonty across the chest and he put the fingers of his other hand into Jonty’s mouth. Jonty bit him.
“Jesus! Don’t do that. Wet my fingers.”
Jonty’s tongue was all over his hand, but he was still biting and even in the midst of raw pleasure, Devan found himself smiling. He wasn’t going to come until he’d brought Jonty off. When his hand was wet enough, he brought it down to Jonty’s cock and jacked in the same rhythm that he was fucking him.
“Please, please,” Jonty begged.
Devan’s hand was soaked with precome and saliva. Jonty was arching back against him and when his hands settled around Devan’s hands, one across Jonty’s chest, the other around his cock, he felt the change in Jonty’s body, the tension, the knowledge that in a moment, they would both fall.
One last forceful shunt and Jonty let out a long wail as his shaft jerked and covered their fingers with streaks of come. The moment Jonty had finished, Devan’s hips shifted into short fast drives and he flung back his head as his world exploded.
THEY WERE LATE SETTING OFF. The only reason they were leaving the house at all was because he needed to get the hotel situation sorted, otherwise they’d have been in bed.
“I’ll put Tay’s address into the sat nav so you can find your way back,” Jonty said. “Works better than breadcrumbs.”
“Don’t come back to the cottage without me. If Tay’s had enough of you, call and I’ll come and get you.”
Jonty blinked at him. “You think someone was in the house?”
Devan had hoped Jonty wouldn’t make that leap. “You were the one who was sure.”
“Yeah, I know, but I needed you to sayYou’re a fucking idiot, Jonty.Not tell me you’ll get the locks changed.”
“If Brad wasn’t around, maybe, but I’m not taking any chances. Don’t come back on your own.”
“Not had enough of my lovely arse yet then?”
Jonty was smiling, but Devan heard vulnerability in his question.
“No.”
“Are you going to make Hamish an offer today?”
“Probably.”
“How much is the hotel worth?”
“Not as much as it would be in the south.”
