Page 138 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
“Okay.”
“You’re not adding anything to that?”
“Well…do you know anything about bunnies? I’m not sure we want to fuck just like them. The male and female perform a sort of dance where the buck chases the doe until the doe decides to stop before the buck’s too exhausted to fuck her. Then the doe turns round and boxes the buck with her front paws which I assume is like sayingyou better clean that burrow before you even think about making me pregnant again, mister. Anyway, then they do the deed. Lasts a few seconds. Literally. Barely longer than you.”
“Watch it!”
Jonty grinned. “When they’ve done, the male squeaks and falls off to the side like he’s been shot. A few minutes and they’re at it again.” Jonty gasped. “Wow, thatdoessound like you.”
“Hurry up and finish your beer.”
“Has that erotic romance about bunnies got you excited? You want me to box you? Okay, but only if you squeak and fall over when you’ve done. Promise?”
“Jonty!” Devan lifted the bottle from Jonty’s fingers and stood up. “Out.”
Jonty climbed out and grabbed a towel. “Are you going to chase me?”
“Not if you’re going to turn round and thump me.” Devan got out of the hot tub, wrapped a towel around his waist and pulled the cover over the top. When he turned round, Jonty was right in front of him. Jonty went up on his toes and kissed him.
Devan groaned into Jonty’s mouth and wrapped his arms around him. Why did he always feel so desperate around Jonty? A hand slid into his and Jonty tugged him back towards the house. Devan reached around and locked the door before he let himself be pulled to the stairs. Despite the fact that his head was fogged with lust, Brad was still an unresolved issue.
In the bedroom, they lost the towels and Devan let his gaze travel over every inch of Jonty’s body, from his spiky wet hair, his beautiful dark eyes, that safety pin in his eyebrow, down over his chest with his tight copper nipples, down to his rigid cock. Devan slid to his knees and laid his hands on Jonty’s thighs.
“Can you stay on your feet?” Devan asked.
“Probably not.”
“Try.”
Devan wrapped his hand around the bottom of Jonty’s dick and slowly licked from crown to root. He was hoping to give himself time to pull back from the edge, but the breathy pants and moans and instructions slipping from Jonty’s mouth, plus the way Jonty curled his fingers in his hair, kept him hanging on to control by his fingertips. He had to fight the urge to push Jonty onto his back and drive into him.
He slid a hand around the back of Jonty’s thigh and into the seam of his arse while he wrapped his lips around his balls. Jonty gasped and stiffened. Devan wondered how he could ever have imagined this would calm him down. There was as much pleasure in doing this as there was in receiving it. The way Jonty’s balls felt in his mouth, the way he could separate them with his tongue, the musky scent, the salty-sweet taste, the way he was driving Jonty wild…
“Devan!”
Devan brought his mouth back to the tip of Jonty’s cock, and licked over the precome sliding from the slit before taking just the tip between his lips. One drag up with his hand made Jonty cry out and Devan’s mouth was so full of come, it spilled from the sides. He pushed to his feet and kissed Jonty. He shouldn’t have even wasted that split second wondering if Jonty would mind, the two of them were plastered together head to toe and Jonty was kissing him as if he were starving.
When they finally pulled apart, Jonty looked so beautifully debauched, his pupils blown, his cheeks flushed, his hair a mess, that Devan’s heart stuttered.
“I can last longer than a bunny normally,” Jonty said. “Actually, now I think about it, I wonder if I can. You need to make me wait next time.”
“I thought the fist around your cock might work.”
“You were too gentle. I need a grip of iron. I need Ironman. Damn. He’s not gay. Now it’s my turn. Lie down. I’m going to get something.”
Devan pulled the covers off the bed and lay on his back with his head on the pillow. Jonty dropped lube and condom next to him, but he also had one of Devan’s ties in his hand.
“What are you going to do with that?”
“You look really sexy wearing it.”
“Round my neck or my eyes?”
Jonty tied it around his eyes. “Can you see?”
“No.”
“Open your mouth?”
