Page 47 of Beautifully Devoted

It’s surprisingly erotic, making my nerves crackle with energy that only reaches a simmer, never a boil. It keeps me in this suspended state of bliss that’s more pleasant than it is explosive, and way hotter than it should be. So hot, I almost forget to respond to his comment.

“I like yours too.” I find my words.

“Duh. You just had your lips wrapped around it. Do you want me to do that to you?”

“Only if you want to.” My eyes find his, and while I see curiosity, I also see hesitation. “I won’t be disappointed if you aren’t ready for that. I’ve had years to think about it, not weeks, so I don’t expect you to want that yet. Or ever really. I don’t think it appeals to everyone.”

“I’m not opposed.” He draws circles around my crown with his finger before pumping me with long, languid strokes that have my eyes rolling back in my head. “I just don’t have the energy right now.”

“I blew your mind?” I don’t even attempt to hide the smirk that spreads across my face.

“And my dick. Look at it, Camelot. It’s fucking shriveled.”

I glance down his body. While his cock is far from shriveled, it’s resting limply on his thigh, sated and spent.

“Looks like it always does.” Just as expected, that earns me a retaliation, but since it’s in the form of a particularly firm stroke, I have zero complaints. “Fuck, yeah. Do that again.”

“I see what you’re doing here, but you don’t have to bait me to jack you harder. I’ll do that just to prove you’re not the only one who can give epic orgasms.”

“Epic, huh?” I spread my legs wide so he can crawl between them. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

Jagger kneels in front of me, spits on his hand, and grabs my cock, pumping it mercilessly. The abrupt change in pace has me gasping for air, but once I adjust, I’m helpless to stop my hips from rocking in rhythm to the motion of his fist.

I’m not sure anyone’s ever held my cock so tight. Pumped it so hard. I’m not even sure I’ve worked myself this way, like I was on a mission to blow harder than humanly possible, and now I’m wondering why the fuck not.

This is raw. Animalistic. Hard and fast and damn near punishing, just like the men in the porn films that made me realize the appeal of a solid body that could take everything I have to give and return it twofold.

A sheen of sweat glistens on his chest as he works me, the effort clearly taxing his already exhausted limbs. I kind of want to lick it, to taste the hint of salt on his skin that’s there because of what I did to him, and what he’s doing to me now. Although, I’m not sure it’s safe to put my tongue anywhere but his dick. Besides, mine is currently too hard to do anything but sit here and let him jerk it.

It only takes a minute, maybe two, of Jagger’s punishing tempo before I’m a panting, groaning mess, writhing on the floor.

“Holy shit, Kitcat. Holy shit.” My fingers clutch at the carpet, finding nothing to hold on to, so I have to brace my back against the bed to keep myself upright.

Jagger looks at me from under a crop of dark hair, a devious grin on his face. “Your balls are looking kinda full, Camelot. Almost as full as mine were when you were playing with them. Think you’re gonna blow harder than I did?”

Of course he’s making this a competition.

“We’ll never know since I swallowed everything you had to give.” I grit since words are hard to find with all my blood rushing to my dick. I’m not even exaggerating, I’m so lightheaded I see spots.

“Show me, Cam. Show me what you’ve got.” Jagger reaches out and cups my sac, gently rolling my balls around his palm, and with that extra little nudge I shoot like a geyser, spraying at least a foot into the air.

Okay maybe not that much, but a lot.

Higher and harder than I’ve ever shot before, that’s for damn sure. And it keeps coming. A lot. I’d probably be embarrassed by it if I were with a girl. But since this is Jagger, and we’re sort of trying to one up each other, I’m kinda proud of it. Except for the fact he’ll gloat about it being his doing, but even that I’m okay with since it means my orgasm is indeed epic. Like thank God I’m already sitting epic or I’d probably fall over and crack my head.

“Jesus,” Jagger mutters as my release sprays my chest, my abs, and his hand. “How many mouthfuls do you think that is?”

I only have enough energy to grunt.

“How many times did you swallow me? Three? Four?” His hand slides up and down my shaft, much slower now, milking me for every last drop. “That’s gotta be four right there. Pretty impressive, right? And look, your dick’s starting to wilt too.” He lets go of me, so my limp length falls against my leg.

“Ung.” My lips can’t form words, partly because I’m stupefied, and partly because Jagger swipes his finger through the jizz on my chest and licks it off.

“Hmm.” He wrinkles his nose. “Not great. Not bad, but not great. Maybe it’s something you learn to like over time.”

Jagger grabs a handful of tissues off my desk and starts wiping me down, ginning proudly as he has to make several passes over my abs to get it all. “This is pretty impressive. I think I should win, but since you swallowed the evidence, we’ll go with a tie for today.” He tosses the soiled tissues in the trash and starts pulling on his clothes. “I’m fucking starving. Meet downstairs in twenty to go get food?”

“Yeah,” I grunt as my body finally recovers enough for me to speak, grateful that he’s keeping our status quo by shrugging things off with a dinner suggestion. And as long as I think of this new development as a competition to see who can give the other more pleasure, I think I just might be able to keep this in the friends who fuck category instead of letting it evolve into something more.

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