Page 156 of The Making of Jonty Bloom
Jonty laughed. “You do?”
“Put the condom on me.”
Jonty grabbed it, ripped it open and rolled it down Devan’s cock. “It fits, Cinderella!”
“Let’s see if it really does.”
Devan lifted Jonty by the waist and Jonty settled his feet on the chair cushion either side of Devan’s hips. Jonty crouched down, still supported, reached for Devan’s cock and held it against the entrance to his body.
“Don’t drop me,” Jonty whispered. “I might break something. You can break cocks. I read—”
“Jonty!
“I’ll be careful. I’d hate to break—”
“If you keep talking about breaking a cock, there won’t be anything to worry about in a moment.”
Jonty smiled, and slowly sank down while he stared into Devan’s eyes.
“Fuuuuck.” Devan released a shaky breath. “That feels so good.” He moved his hands from Jonty’s waist to cup his backside, stroking his hips with his thumbs.
Jonty’s hands were everywhere, caressing and teasing, fluttering over Devan’s face, his mouth, his neck, his nipples. When Jonty finally moved, lifting himself up before sinking back down, Devan’s world shimmered out of focus.
He let Jonty set the pace for a while, knew from the keening sounds Jonty was making that he was hitting his prostate, then Devan took over, bucking up into Jonty’s arse until they were moving together faster and faster. He managed to get one hand to Jonty’s cock to jack him off, but every fibre in Devan’s body was strung so tight, it was a fight to keep control.
Jonty came first, crying out, soaking Devan’s fingers and his chest. The ache in Devan’s head and gut felt so good, he wanted to string it out, stay in that blissful state of awareness of knowing even better was to come. He tried and tried to keep riding the wave, but every wave breaks and Devan finally tumbled, his body exploding into Jonty’s, his cock pulsing, and he knew there would never be anyone else for him.
He pulled Jonty close and wrapped his robe around both of them.
“Don’t leave me,” Devan whispered. “Not ever.”
“I won’t. I want this so much.”
“This?” Devan smiled.
“Not just this, but you and me and going on dates and doing stupid things and holidays and birthdays and chocolate and Christmas and you complaining about me burning the toast and me trying to add two and two faster than you and findingEldoradotime after time—”
Devan kissed him. “I want to give you everything.”
“Even your Aston Martin?”
“Almost everything.”
THEY SPENT A LAZY TWENTY-FOURhours in bed, kissing, exploring each other’s bodies, mapping trails, marking treasures, sleeping, laughing, eating. If it hadn’t been for Tay, Jontywouldhave left Northumberland with Devan. Even if his mother had turned out to be what he’d hoped for, he’d still have left, because seventeen years was long enough to mourn. He knew it was too soon for either him or Devan to saythe L wordbut…What Jonty felt was so all consuming, so powerful that he wanted to yell out his joy. They were from two different worlds, but they would make a planet of their own.
Jonty squirmed as something tickled his neck.What?Not a finger.A feather.“Tell me you took that off the seagull first.”
Devan laughed. “I think it came out of a pillow.”
“What are you going to tickle me with next? Not anything small and hard.”
Devan growled. “I do not have a small cock.”
Jonty rolled over to face him. “Of course, you don’t.” He patted Devan’s cheek and just managed to move his fingers away from snapping teeth.
“I wonder if Tay’s responded again,” Jonty whispered.
“You do know he’s not going to just get out of bed and resume his life as if nothing had happened?”
