Page 67 of Beautifully Devoted

“Hell no. I want to ride you so hard you see fucking stars.”

“Do your worst.” I clasp his thighs in my hands, like handles, and hold on.

He starts slowly, lifting and lowering in measured strokes as we both learn where our pleasure points are in this position. Once he figures that out, he doesn’t hold back, and he takes my senses on a roller coaster ride to nirvana.

Jagger works hard on his body, and I’ve always admired the results. But watching him use it to exercise and watching him use it to fuck are two vastly different things. One stimulates the mind in the sense that you’re looking at it from an analytical lens, or a roadmap you can follow to achieve the same results. The other stimulates the blood, making your body feel hot and tingly and carnal.

He’s a fucking vision. The way his head falls back, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows. Or how his abs ripple when he undulates his hips. And the sexy ‘V’ of his transverse abdominis, pointing toward the long, thick cock that smacks my stomach each time he bottoms out on my dick.

I used to love that about sleeping with women–bouncing tits. I suppose I might still enjoy that view since I think it’s the motion itself that gets me excited instead of the actual body part, like the more things move the better the sex. But Jagger’s cock slamming onto my stomach is hands down the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced since I can see and feel and hear it happening.

Even better than that, his precum is dribbling onto my stomach each time his dick smacks it, so besides this symphony of sex sounds echoing through the room, there’s this damp spot on my abs that keeps growing as he gets closer to his release.

And don’t even get me started on where my own dick ranks in this carnal display. It’s probably a good thing I can’t see it spearing into Jagger’s tight hole because feeling and seeing it stretch around me would probably send me over the edge long before Jagger’s found his satisfaction.

“Oh shit,” Jagger pants as he rides me.

“What?”

“I just realized I can feel your balls on mine.” He bottoms out and holds still, reaching behind him and between my legs to take us both in hand. And he’s right, in this position our nuts are right next to each other, and he can fit them all in his grip.

He rolls them around as he swivels his hips, and while it feels amazing, it’s sort of like intermission from the main event, and I don’t think this will get me to the finale. Still, I don’t want him to move his hand since what he’s doing feels so good. So, I pull him down while I thrust up, and the cry that comes out of his mouth is fucking celestial.

“Holy fucking fuck. My whole body spazzed so hard I think it went numb for a second. Do that again.”

I use a little more strength this time, and I feel his ass clench around me right before the hand holding our balls seems to lose its grip slightly, like a shockwave rolls through him, short-circuiting his muscles.

“If my prostate has a prostate, you just found it.” His chest heaves as he struggles to get those words out, and I find a sudden burst of energy.

Let’s see who forgets their name now.

Like a man possessed, I piston my hips upward as I pull Jagger down, feeling him quake all around me as I bury myself in his hole. His cries turn to shouts, turn to breathless moans, as I fuck into him, forcing another shockwave through his body before the preceding one can fade.

Sweat pools on my brow, my stomach, my groin, but I don’t slow. I don’t stop thrusting until his mouth opens on a silent scream, his cum covers my chest, and his wide, astonished eyes find mine.

His shock triggers my own release, and my cock flutters inside him, pulse after pulse, filling him until he can’t hold any more and it spills out around us. Still, I hold him to me, buried inside, and not ready to sever the connection.

“Holy fuck, Cam. Holy fuck.” The hand that was still holding our balls releases them and hovers over his dick. “That just… I just… Holy fuck.”

I let go of his thigh, which will probably bruise given how hard I was clutching it, and take Jagger’s hand in mine, threading our fingers together. “You okay?”

“Am I okay? I’m… I mean… I wasn’t touching my dick. Were you?”

“No.”

“I didn’t think so. That really happened, then? I came…untouched?”

“Yeah, Kitcat. That really happened.”

He flops forward, a motion that causes my already softening cock to slide out of his body, and he lies on top of me, nose buried against my neck. I wrap one arm around his back, holding him to me, and the other teases the dark strands of his hair.

“It’s a good thing everyone else is at the party, otherwise I’m sure we’d get bitched at for being just as loud as Liam and Cruz,” I say softly.

“I don’t know how they do it.” Jagger’s head shifts slightly, like he’s shaking it. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t have any control of my body just then. Volume included. Was I too loud?”

“I like you loud.” I want so badly to kiss the top of his head, but making out is one thing, tender kisses another. So, I limit myself to stroking his hair. For a while, we both seem content to linger together, chest to chest, in comfortable silence, but despite wanting this moment to last, I think we’re finally sated enough to talk without distractions.

“Did you mean what you said earlier? About not going back to straight sex?” I can’t make my voice louder than a whisper since I’m not sure what I want the answer to be, I only know it will probably dictate what happens next.

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