Page 46 of Beautifully Devoted

“Dammit. Okay. Have your fun. I’ll try not to blow too early, but you’re seriously testing my restraint right now.”

“You like?” I try not to preen from his praise.

“You have no idea,” he parrots my words back at me.

It’s scary what that does for my ego. And my arousal.

I’m not gonna sit here and say something cliché like I’ve never been this hard—I got to this point the other day when he introduced me to docking—but it’s fair to say I’ve never been this turned on without my own dick getting some attention. It’s painfully engorged and getting zero friction as I basically hump the air, but I’d rather be denied my own relief than let go of Jagger’s cock.

Feeling emboldened by his approval, I open wide and take about half his length into my mouth, letting my tongue slide along the underside of his dick as I pull back. His appreciative groan spurs me to do it again, and again, taking him slightly deeper each time. I can fit about three quarters of him before he starts bumping against the back of my throat, which makes me gag, so I grip his base to keep from choking and start bobbing my head in earnest.

I have no finesse, and his cock is a slippery mess as a result, but based on the way he moans and grips my hair, I’m pretty sure he likes it that way. The filthy, squelching music we’re making seems to appeal to him and that has me groaning along his length in sync with his own sounds.

“Fuck, do that again.” Jagger pants as he pumps into me.

I oblige, louder than is probably necessary but since it makes his hold on my head tighter, I don’t think twice before doing it again.

“Your voice is so deep I feel that in my balls,” he rasps, so of course I do it again, this time as I massage his sac in my other hand. “Oh holy…holy shit. Holy shit that’s intense.”

Jagger is not often at a loss for words, and it gives me a stupid amount of pride to know that my mouth can shut down his. So I double my efforts, hollowing my cheeks with each pull as I make obscenely filthy noises in my throat. It makes him drop his head back as his chest heaves with the effort of breathing through my attention, hips rocking so hard he’d be pushing into my stomach if I took my hand off his dick.

Even though I love everything about having his cock slide over my tongue, I’m not ready to take all of him yet, but I swallow what I can, growing hotter and hotter by the second as I relish the sound of his pleasure.

It’s so heady, so raw. I’m tempted to explore his hole since my left hand is nearly there already, which part of me thinks he’d be okay with given his newfound interest in prostates. At the same time, I want to concentrate on what I’m doing with my mouth, so I can duplicate it, or do better if I get the chance to do it again.

“Oh God, Cam. Oh God. I’m gonna come.” Jagger’s abs tense enticingly as his head tips back on a feral groan. Pulse after pulse of warm liquid floods my mouth, and I rush to swallow as much as I can, though it’s too much to keep up with, seeping from the corners of my mouth and dribbling down my chin.

Through it all, I keep sucking, keep squeezing his balls, not letting up until he’s fully spent, and even then, I don’t let him go. I merely loosen my grip and hold his softening cock in my mouth as the adrenaline leaves his body, and his legs start to shake.

He slips from between my lips as I help guide him to the floor, too depleted to sit upright, so he reclines until he’s lying on his back, left arm slung over his face as his chest rises and falls with heavy breaths.

My own legs are cramping from kneeling so long, so I shift until my ass hits the floor and I can lean against my bed, arms propped on my bent knees, cock pointing straight to heaven as I watch Jagger slowly come back to life.

“You dying over there?” I nudge his thigh with my foot.

“Nearly.” Left hand still over his eyes, his right flails around, hitting the floor, my shin, the inside of my thigh, until it finds my dick. He wraps his fist around it and strokes it leisurely, pulling a soft moan from my throat.

“Feels like you liked that as much as I did,” he says.

“Think so, yeah.” I wipe my chin with the back of my wrist, fighting to keep my breathing level as his hand roams my shaft for the first time. The friction is so divine I think I could melt into the floor.

“Sucking on a dick is that hot?” Jagger’s thumb ghosts over my slit, spreading the precum around.

“For me, yeah. I like seeing you react to it.” I close my eyes and let my head rest against the side of the bed, sighing into the bliss that is Jaggers hand.

“It didn’t hurt your jaw? Or make you choke?”

I start to shake my head then pause, shifting my jaw back and forth. “It’s a little stiff.” My hips inch up, chasing his hand. “And I might’ve choked if I took all of you, but it was my first attempt.”

“You took enough.”

I look down to find him watching his hand slide over my length, a thoughtful expression on his handsome face. “What about you?”

“Did I like it? You know I did.”

“I’m talking about dicks. You’re holding mine, does that mean you’ve decided you like them?” My breath catches as he gives my shaft a firm squeeze.

“I like yours.” He shrugs as he continues to stroke me, learning my shape I guess, which is both ecstasy and torture. I see now how my earlier exploration was a tease to him even though I didn’t mean it to be. I just wanted to savor this new experience, same as he’s doing now, and while part of me is desperate for more, I can’t complain about his slow, thorough touch.

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