Page 45 of Beautifully Devoted

His cock bobs enticingly, eager for attention, but since I don’t know how many of these encounters I’ll be able to have without blurring the line between lust and something deeper, I’m not going to waste this one by rushing it.

“External oblique.” I whip my shirt over my head and stand up, so he can use my body for his answer.

Jagger’s lip quirks, seemingly amused with my attempt to slow things down, yet he takes a step toward me and rests his palm on my stomach, fingers grazing my ribs. Eyes locked on mine, their green depths shimmering like a tropical pool, he drags his hand down my side.

I feel his fingertips ghosting over the ridges of my abs, which are clenched tight in an effort to hold as still as possible. Their path sends ripples of desire zig-zagging throughout my limbs, and my cock lurches in my shorts, eager for the same treatment my abs are getting.

As Jagger’s fingers graze the insertion point at the top of my hip, he lets the base of his palm brush against my straining dick. That slight touch nearly undoes me before his hand falls to his side, a triumphant grin on his face now that he’s confirmed what he’s doing to me.

“Find something you like?” My voice is deep and smug.

“Found something I want to take a closer look at.”

“What’s that?”

“The pectineus.”

“Show me.”

Jagger tugs my shorts and underwear down, letting them pool at my feet. Still holding my stare, I feel his finger trace from the inside of my thigh to the base of my dick.

“You reversed the origin and insertion.” It takes all my willpower to keep my voice level.

“Did I?” He retraces his steps, drawing a line from my dick to my thigh.

“Better,” I grunt, but before I can taunt him about that not being too close of a look, he gives me a challenge.

“Transverse abdominis.”

The “V” lines of the obliques happen to be my favorite muscle on Jagger, so I waste no time dropping to me knees and dragging my fingers from the side of his torso at the iliac crest, down that tempting ridge of muscle to the pubic crest, which conveniently frames his dick.

It bobs in front of my face as my fingers inch toward his base, and my cock lurches in response, fueled by the strangled moan my touch elicits.

“That’s a prime spot to put your orbicularis oris to good use.” Jagger’s voice is strained with desire, his breathing stilted by lust.

“Are you asking me to suck your cock?” I put my hands on his hips and drag my tongue along that sexy V, feeling his body shiver beneath my palms.

“Please.” His whisper is so soft I’m surprised I hear it, but there’s no hiding the need behind the word, and no denying how much I want to do this for him.

Leaving my hands where they are to hold him steady, I lean forward until his tip is nearly brushing my lips. Though there’s no contact, the tension is so high it feels like we’re touching. Like there’s nothing separating us at all, despite the fact there’s a few millimeters of distance between us.

And then I open my mouth to lick his slit, and his knees nearly buckle.

I have to react quickly to keep him from toppling over, but once my arms have him firmly upright, I lick him again, tasting a hint of salt that makes my rigid cock shutter in anticipation.

Again and again, I lick over him, sometimes mapping a straight line over his tip, other times swirling my tongue around it. I feel his foreskin stretch as I play, and it’s fascinating to me, the way I can use enough pressure to keep my tongue in one place yet still slide over him. It makes me briefly jealous that I’ll never fully understand what this feels like since he’s moaning like a hedonist right now. Yet, his sounds are making me as hard as a steel pipe, and it’s fair to say I’m enjoying myself almost as much as he is.

When Jagger rests a hand on my shoulder to steady himself, I release one of his hips and use my hand to pull his foreskin away from his crown, teasing it with my thumb as I suck on just his tip. The skin here isn’t quite as silky, but it’s soft, and it’s just as fun to explore, which I take full advantage of by alternating between faint and firm suction.

The growl it elicits from him is so carnal I could come from that alone.

“Fuck you’re a tease,” Jagger grits, jaw locked tight.

I swipe my tongue from root to tip. “This isn’t teasing. This is enjoying the fuck out of the first time I have a cock in my mouth.”

“You’ve wanted to try this for a while?”

“You have no idea.” As the recipient of too many blow jobs to count, I know how amazing they feel, and I’ve always wanted to be the one to give that pleasure to someone else. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get the chance. Now that I am, I want to experience it to the fullest. The feel of a hard cock on my lips, the musky smell of a man, the salty hint of precum. I want to savor all of it. All of Jagger.

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