Page 66 of Beautifully Devoted

My lips travel from Jagger’s mouth to his jaw to his neck, kissing and licking and tasting his soft skin along the way.

“Need your dick,” he rasps as sure fingers find the button on my shorts.

“No dicks outside the bedroom, remember?” I suck on the place where his neck meets his collarbone.

“Bed,” he grunts. “Now.”

Since I can’t separate my body from his, I grab him around the thigh and haul him up, loving how he wraps his legs around my waist without any encouragement. I barely move us off the door before realizing I can feel his cock rubbing against mine with each step, a friction that only intensifies as I walk us up the stairs. By the time I get to the top, I’m damn near delirious with longing, my dick a steel pipe that I’m starting to realize is my baseline when it comes to Jagger.

“My room,” he pants as he licks along my jaw. “My bed’s quieter.”

I manage to kick the door shut as I walk us inside, stopping only when my knees hit the mattress and we collapse on the bed in a heap.

“Now can I take your dick out? Please?” I’ve never been a fan of begging—the whiny, high-pitched kind, anyway—but the husky, borderline ravenous tone Jagger uses has said dick twitching behind my zipper.

“Take ‘em both out.” I roll us to our sides, giving Jagger the space to play with our cocks while my hands fondle his hair, his face, his ass—everything they can find.

We’re so close, touching from head to chest to toe, I barely have room to roll my hips. But I do, rocking them forward, fucking my cock into his hand right along his as my tongue spears into his mouth.

Every nerve is on fire, lit up like a circuit board, and still I want more. More touching, more tasting, just…more.

I feel so alive, I wonder if I’m actually dead. Dead and gone to Heaven, since nothing on Earth has ever felt this good. Or this right.

“I still want a turn with your ass,” Jagger groans as his fist slides over our cocks. “But right now, I really wanna ride you.”

Giving Jagger my ass is high on the priority list, but having him ride me… Sign me the fuck up.

“Get the lube,” I tell him.

He grabs the bottle from his nightstand and settles between my legs when I roll to my back. Like a starving man getting ready for a meal, he rubs his hands together, warming the liquid. Then he takes me in his hands, sliding them up my length one after the other from root to tip, getting me nice and slick.

Jagger’s hooded green eyes stare at my body with lust. Lips, pink and puffy from our kisses, slightly parted in awe. His big, strong hands roaming over my cock with firm, steady strokes. It’s pure bliss.

“Jesus, Cam. I’m sorta wondering how you fit the first time,” he says as works me.

That jolts me back to Earth. “We’ve gotta prep you.” I move to sit up, but he pushes me back.

“I’ve got it.” He pumps me with one hand while using the other to work himself open, and the way his cock twitches when he gets a finger in there has my mouth watering. Literally watering.

I swallow thickly, mentally preparing myself to be enveloped by his tight hole. It caught me off guard the last time—I nearly blew on contact from the intensity of the pressure—and I don’t want to get that close to the edge again. Not until he’s had time to take what he wants from me.

When he feels ready Jagger crawls up my body until he’s settled over my waist. Holding my dick at attention with one hand, he lines me up and starts to sink onto me. His brows pull together as his mouth fights a grimace, but when I tell him to stop, he gives me a curt headshake.

“Give it a second. It only stings for a second, then it feels incredible.”

I hold utterly still, trying to focus on his face instead of the vise-like grip of his channel. It’s no easier to hold back the second time around, and I have to close my eyes and count backward from a hundred to stave off the orgasm that really, really, wants to unleash.

As Jagger’s ass comes to rest on my pelvis, we both freeze, each of us taking a breather before we attempt to move. I hate that his pause is to get used to me, but I’m grateful for the time to get my dick under control before he starts to use it. And when he does finally move… Lights shine from above, angels sing, all that shit. Times a million.

“Fuck, I didn’t think you’d be so tight the second time around,” I groan.

“I didn’t think you’d be bigger.”

“I’m not.”

“Feels like you are.” Jagger circles his hips, and his sexy obliques say hello.

“It’s gotta be the angle. Want to move?”

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