Page 42 of Devilry

He looks at me with his big, emerald green eyes, the yearning that always lingers in them still potent as ever, but it’s the flecks of desire that dance around in his irises that beg me to fulfill every single one of his needs.

Even my own touch is too much as I take hold of my shaft and squeeze it. I try to tell myself to calm down, will my cock to retreat even a little, so I can finally get his mouth on me and fucking enjoy it.

“Please, Cole,” he whispers against my mouth.

With my pants undone, my shirt slightly untucked, and my exposed dick standing at attention, I’m sure the sight of me is as crazed and off-center as I feel. But denying him isn’t an option.

I press my lips against his before standing up, never taking my eyes off him. I take in the vision before me, Elijah down on his knees, watching me with a hungry gleam in his eyes, and licking his lips in anticipation.

Stroking myself, I slide my pre-come up and down my cock, teasing Elijah. I feel more than wanted. I feel worshipped, and I fucking love it.

Hanging on by a single thread, I reach out to him, ready and aching. “Let me fill you up.”

Elijah’s hand replaces mine, holding firmly onto my shaft. He glides his hand along my erection with innocent fascination before lowering his head and lazily licking the tip.

He tongues the head of my cock, lapping up all the proof of my arousal. He moves like we have all the time in the world, and even though we don’t, there’s something about his cautious movements that have me not wanting to rush him.

Hands slide to my balls as his tongue glides up the underside of my shaft. Once he reaches the crown, he gazes up at me expectantly.

“Suck me.”

Taking my words for the permission he must’ve been seeking, he covers my length with his mouth, surprising me by how much of me he can take.

When I feel the back of his throat, I grip his head with my hands and groan. “So good. So. Fucking. Good.”

He moves faster at my praise, taking me deeper, sending me further down this rabbit hole of lust we’ve dug ourselves into. Fucking his mouth at a perfect pace, every part of me is consumed by the view in front of me. I watch myself slide in and out of his lips, enjoying the way he gasps for air when I nestle myself deep into his mouth, loving how he’s at my mercy.

“Fuck,” I pant in between thrusts. “You ready for me?”

Green eyes flick to mine, sex and soul staring back at me. He’s hungry for it. Hungry for me.

I tug onto his hair and piston fiercely into his mouth, letting him bring me to the brink. Every part of me heats up as a rush of electricity pulses through me, loosening every one of my coiled muscles.

Pushing one more time, I feel every nerve ending in my body erupt in fireworks. Elijah’s hands dig into my ass, stilling the tremors, pressing me to him. I flood his mouth with my release, his throat humming around my sensitive flesh as he greedily swallows my come.

Both of us sated, he relaxes his hold on me while the adrenaline wears off us both. Loosening my grip on his hair, I slowly run my fingers through his thick, soft strands, enjoying the come down.

Slow and steady breaths fill the room as Elijah rises to my height. Our eyes zero in on one another, neither of us wanting to break the silence.

Unable to look away from him, I robotically tuck myself back into my boxers. Shoving my shirt into my pants, I pull up the zip and situate my belt buckle. The second my hands are no longer busy, Elijah throws himself at me, grabbing my face and plunging his tongue in my mouth.

I wrap my arms around his body, pulling his lean frame toward me and let him devour me. Licking and sucking, he drags the taste of himself off my tongue while offering my own scent up in return. Wet and tangy, slick, and salty. We’re floating on an erotic cloud, enjoying the forbidden fruit in all the ways we possibly can.

Just as Murphy’s Law would allow, a shrill ring bounces off the walls. He freezes, but I ignore the intrusion by squeezing him tighter to me. This is not how I want our time to end.

The interruption ends, but quicker than I’m able to sigh in relief, it starts back up again.

“I think you should get that,” he says against my mouth, a smile curving his lips.

“If I ignore it, they’ll go away.”

It starts up for the fourth time, and I know avoidance is no longer an option.

“Let me just see who it is.”

Begrudgingly, I step away from him. Holding only his hand, I use my other to grab my phone off my desk.

“It’s my sister,” I tell him, my annoyance shifting into worry. Before I can call her, my phone starts again. Swiping my thumb over the screen, I bring it to my ear, but keep my focus on Elijah. Uncertainty creeps back into his eyes, and I know he’s convincing himself to leave. I don’t want him to go. Covering the speaker end of my cell, I whisper to him, “Just give me five minutes, okay?”

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