Page 53 of Beautifully Devoted

As he gets more comfortable, he takes me deeper, alternately bobbing over my shaft in an almost frenzied pace, or pulling back with exaggerated patience, sucking so hard his cheeks hollow. More than once, I have to clench every muscle in my body to stop myself from blowing my load too soon. And while I’d like to pretend that’s because of our stupid competition, the reality is that I just want to keep my dick in his mouth as long as possible.

It's selfish, especially since I’m sure his jaw must be starting to ache, but the cliché truth is I have never had a blow job this good in my life. I don’t know if it’s because he’s got a better sense of what will feel good since he’s got a cock of his own, or because he found this balance of not being too timid while not rushing things either.

Bottom line, if my body were capable of existing in this euphoric state for eternity, I’m pretty sure that’s how long I’d let him suck me. But each time I force myself to hold off, I shorten the window between the next cresting release. And finally, I hit the point of no return. Anymore, and I’ll crash over the edge.

I thread my fingers into Jagger’s hair, as gently as possible, pulling him off my dick. “Straddle me,” I grunt as I guide him up my body.

The crease between his brows tells me he wants to object, but when I wrap my hand around both our lengths all he can do is moan.

His cock is long and hard against mine, and the sight of them pressed together, surrounded by my hand, is nearly my undoing. However, I bite back the urge to let go and start pumping, hoping I can last until Jagger catches up.

It only takes a few strokes before the need to move overcomes him, and Jagger starts thrusting into my fist.

The moonlight glinting off his smooth skin illuminates every ridge of his chiseled body and every flex of carnal muscle. It’s almost like he’s the star of a black and white noir film where light and shadow tell the story instead of words. Head tipped back in silent ecstasy, abs rippling as he writhes on top of me, he’s a work of art. An erotic vision. One that’s so enthralling, I have no doubt it will forever be seared into my brain.

And with his sinful body tormenting me beyond my limits, my release overtakes me.

My cum spills in relentless waves, coating my hand so that it slicks effortlessly over Jagger’s shaft. The enhanced friction prolongs my orgasm and triggers his. The unbridled sensation of our cocks throbbing in tandem is so riveting, I hold my breath, absorbing every last pulse of his release. I savor every aftershock that ripples through him.

By the time our dicks are spent, my hand is cramped from holding them so tight, and I have to relax my fingers one at a time to free them from my grip. Even then, I can’t seem to let them go completely. I just hold them in place, memorizing the way it feels to have them touching. I assume Jagger likes that sensation too, since he doesn’t try to pull away until we’re both soft. Even then, it’s a halfhearted effort at best.

“Damn.” He shifts his weight just enough that he can flop to his side on the mattress, one leg still sprawled over mine.

“Mmm.”

“At a loss for words. Does that mean I give better head?” Seeing as how I hear exhaustion, not laughter, in his voice, I’d say we’re even, but I’ll let him have this since I’m too blissed out to keep score.

“How’s your jaw?” I ask.

I catch him shifting it back and forth as he gropes around for his shorts. “Stiff. Not sure I’ll ever get that fat cock of yours all the way down my throat, but I’m pretty satisfied with my first attempt. You?” He finds them and passes them to me so I can wipe myself off. “Do we need to change the sheets?”

“Think it all landed on me.” I finish mopping up and toss the shorts to the floor.

“Good. I don’t think I have the energy for laundry right now.”

“Me either.” Before I can overthink it, I reach over and hook my arm around his chest, hauling him up the bed so his head is on the pillow next to mine, his back to my front. “Night, Kitcat.”

Either he’s too tired to object, or like me, he figures it’s less weird to sleep in my bed than go back to his own.

“Night, Camelot.”

Nose pressed against the back of his neck, I inhale his sweet and spicy bergamot scent, mixed with the lingering aroma of sweat and sex, and I’m out in minutes.

Jagger

The first thing I notice when I wake up is that I’m painfully hard. More so than usual. The next thing is that my cock isn’t the only hard one in the bed. Cam’s thick dick is resting on my thigh, one of his legs draped over mine while his solid arm is slung over my chest.

I’m pinned under him, which isn’t unheard of when I sleep in his bed, but we’ve never fallen asleep naked before, so I’ve never woken up to his hard cock giving me ideas for how to take care of my own. And the idea I can’t get out of my head is the one that originated from walking in on my roommates.

Despite being intrigued from that first glimpse, the concept was so foreign… It’s taken me until now to wrap my brain around it. I mean, my entire sexual history revolved around women, unless you count the fact that Cam and I had no issues fucking them in front of each other, but even that didn’t strike me as gay or bi or anything. And I don’t even know if either of those labels fit me since the only person who seems to do anything for me right now is my best friend.

That should probably give me pause, considering how I’ve instituted a one-and-done rule when it comes to sex, which I’ve ignored when it comes to Cam, but… It’s Cam. I trust him more than I trust myself, so obviously he’s the safest person—the only person—to help me navigate this new side of myself.

And after several weeks of trying to understand what I like and what I want, I’m pretty sure I can’t get out of this bed until I’ve experienced the sensation that got me started down this path.

Slowly, so I don’t jar him awake, I slide my palm over Cam’s dick, trapping it between my hand and my thigh. I don’t squeeze or tug, just let it rest there while my thumb brushes over his slit. A tiny little bead of precum seeps out almost instantly, making it easy to circle his tip.

His cock twitches in my palm, but aside from that little involuntary movement, he doesn’t stir. So, I give him a gentle squeeze, and feel his dick shudder again.

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