Page 92 of Devilry

“What are you doing?” I ask, my eyes still closed, my voice hoarse and gravelly from sleep.

“Enjoying the view,” he answers confidently.

“And how is it?”

I hear the rustle of sheets and then feel him move around me. When I feel his weight above me, I open my eyes to find a rumpled and sexy Elijah straddling me.

“Good morning,” he greets.

My gaze lingers on the heat that dances around in his eyes and then moves on to the thick erection straining against his underwear.

“Is there something you want?” I tease

He rolls his hips, grinding up and down my cock. Gripping his waist, I wordlessly continue to move him against me, dragging him up and down my shaft, working us both up in the shortest amount of time.

Wanting his mouth, wanting my mouth on him, wanting everything I can possibly take, I reach out to cup the back of his neck and bring him down to me.

He tastes like a mixture of mint and butterscotch and I find myself smiling against his lips. “How long have you been awake for?” I ask.

“Long enough to use your toothbrush and pop a candy in my mouth.”

I lightly slap his ass. “Hop up and I’ll be back in a second.”

He quickly obliges as I grab my phone to switch off the alarm and head into the ensuite to take care of business. After brushing my teeth and washing my hands, I drop my boxers, leaving nothing to the imagination.

I step out, momentarily stunned that he’s as eager and shameless as I am. Running on the same wavelength, he’s rid himself of his own boxers and is splayed out in the middle of the bed, running his hand up and down his dick.

Standing at the bottom of the bed, I hold his stare and mirror his actions.

“You’re just asking for trouble, aren’t you?”

He licks his already shiny lips and smirks.

With his legs now bent at the knee and spread wide open, his hard length and heavy balls are on display, teasing and taunting me.

I crawl onto the bed and nestle in between his legs laying on my stomach, my head is right up in his crotch. Pushing against his thighs, I open him up as wide as he can go before leaning over and running my length along his taut, warm, skin.

A loud hiss slips through his lips, so I do it again.

“Did you think I was going to catch you stroking this beautiful cock of yours and go easy on you?”

I kiss the inside of his thigh, letting my beard scrape against his tense legs. I make my way to his dick, but avoid touching it, driving him insane. I move my mouth along the other thigh, enjoying his frustration.

“Please,” he whimpers.

I continue taunting him, licking and caressing his balls. Teasing his taint with my tongue, I’m filling up on the musky scent of his skin, driving him as close to crazy as I possibly can.

Hands find the back of my head, wanting me deeper, pushing me closer. I raise my head to smirk at him. “Want something?”

“More,” he manages to say.

“More of what?” I roll my tongue over his leaky tip, sliding it through his slit. Back and forth. “More of that?”

“Please,” he pants.

I slide myself a little further down the bed, the friction on my own hard cock beautifully painful. I suck one of his balls into my mouth and I feel him shudder.

“More of that?” I continue. “Or what about this?”

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