Page 52 of Beautifully Devoted

“Jesus,” I mutter. “You can’t sleep cause you’re thinking about sucking me off?”

“You made it look so hot the other day. I need to know what it’s like.”

Yes. Fuck yes. My cock is yours to play with. Suck me whenever you want.

“You mean you need to know if you can get me off faster than I got you off,” I grunt out the only explanation that will give me the release I’m desperate for without the mind fuck to go with it.

“I do hate to lose.” Jagger slips a finger under the waistband of my boxers and pulls them down enough to expose half my length. “Can I?”

“I’ve never turned down a blowie in my life,” I say through gritted teeth. “Not gonna start now.”

Jagger scoots down my body, dragging my boxers with him until he can pull them off completely. Taking off his own, he nestles between my legs, and for a minute or two he just kneels there, staring at my flagpole. And despite the fact I’m literally laid bare, I’m totally comfortable being the object of his focus.

My best friend has always had this intensity about him. One that makes you feel special when his attention is directed at you, and I’d like to say after well over a decade of friendship it doesn’t affect me, but that’d be bullshit. It still gives me a little thrill when our eyes catch because we’ve shared an inside joke or finished each other’s thoughts, which happens a lot. To have him staring at me with lust is new, but it has the same result, making my chest swell as my heartbeat picks up.

It's gotta be the eyes. Even in the dark, staring down my naked body at his, their unique shade pulls me in. Captivates me. And if all he wants to do is stare, I’ll happily lie here all night and let him.

That’s not all he wants, though. For whatever reason he’s decided he needs to do this, and after staring at my cock long enough, he takes it in his fist, jerking it in long, leisurely strokes.

“How do I make this good for you, Camelot?”

“I have expert status after sucking your dick one time?” I slip my arm beneath my head so I can see him better.

“Hardly,” he snorts, though I hear the vulnerability he’s trying to hide. For all his external bravado, he’s still the little boy who was abandoned by his father, and he’s desperate to prove his worth. Even to me, even now, though I’ve never found him lacking. “But if there’s something you like you can tell me.”

“Pretty sure just having my dick in your mouth will cover it, Kitcat.”

“You’re that easy to please?” He swipes his thumb over my already beading slit.

“Suck me and find out.”

All traces of uncertainty vanish as Jagger accepts my challenge—I know how to get him out of his head—and he lowers with a competitive gleam in his eye. The familiar sight nearly makes me smile in triumph, but it dies on my face as he buries my cock in his hot, wet mouth.

The sudden change in temperature on my sensitive skin has my hips bucking up of their own accord, and only Jagger’s fist on my shaft keeps me from ramming it down his throat.

“Fuck,” I grunt. “A little warning would be nice. I almost shoved my dick into your stomach.”

He pulls back. “And that’s bad…why?”

“I’d rather not have to explain to coach that you can’t play cause I made you choke on my dick.”

“And I’d rather you not hold back.” Jagger lowers again and swirls his tongue around my crown once, twice, before sucking it into his mouth and slurping away as he hums in pleasure. I fight to keep my eyes from rolling back in my head, so I don’t miss a second of the filthy image he’s giving me.

“Just keep your fist on me so I don’t accidentally gag you.” I shouldn’t have to say that, but since my hips are still determined to push my cock all the way into his fucking devastating mouth, I have to be sure. Besides, his sense of self-preservation should kick in before he lets me go too far. But I also know my best friend, and he’ll sacrifice himself to give me what he thinks I want.

“I know you think you’re being chivalrous or some shit, but don’t deny me my fun, Camelot.” Jagger licks a path over my slit as his fist slides up to my crown. “I’m gonna suck you so good, you’ll forget how to speak. Now lie back and enjoy it.”

Stifling a laugh at his bossiness, I do my best to ignore my fear of hurting him and just enjoy the pleasure he has to offer. And once I put those fears out of my mind…holy shit!

Instead of attempting to swallow me whole, Jagger licks and nibbles at my tip, exploring the smooth surface that’s similar yet totally foreign to his own. One hand strokes my length softly while the other kneads my balls, all while his lips and tongue map my crown. It’s gentle and…affectionate, but still hot as fuck.

Though he’s only touching my cock, my entire body is buzzing. Floating. Sparks of pleasure radiate from my groin to my limbs in a rhythm that’s both soothing and electric. How those two things are possible at once I don’t understand, but it’s a unique sort of bliss I’ve never experienced before.

And I already want more.

My toes curl as he gradually takes more of me into his wet heat, tongue licking along the underside of my shaft as his lips slide over it. My cock is practically vibrating with desire, the need to plunge long and deep into the recesses of his throat almost overpowering, but Jagger’s beautiful face looks so peaceful, I’m afraid to thrust lest I ruin the moment.

It’s like I simultaneously want to come more than anything and stay here for eternity, letting him worship me with his mouth. And yeah, that sounds a little crazy, but I swear that’s what he’s doing. His indulgent ministrations are mind-blowing.

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