Page 48 of Beautifully Conflicted

Damien’s eyes flutter shut, and I let my own do the same as I exhale—slowly, deliberately—so it can’t be mistaken for a sigh. But as much as I want to denywhois making my body come alive, I can’t seem to stop myself from watching what he does to me. How he enjoys it.

A slight smile tugs at his mouth as he explores me. Every once in a while, his tongue snakes out from behind those lips, like he’s sneaking a little taste, and he hums as if savoring a favorite meal. Like the flavor of my cock is exploding deliciously over his tongue, and he can’t get enough. It makes me exponentially harder, and I have to fight to keep my ass glued to the mattress lest I give away how much I enjoy it. And Ido like it….More than any other blowie I’ve ever received, and he hasn’t even taken me fully into his mouth.

This asshole fucking loves having his lips on my dick. It’s written all over his face. And since it’s an expression I’ve never seen before while getting head, I know I’ll never get another blow job without thinking of this one.

Fucking Damien.

Part of me knew this would happen, which is why I fought so hard to avoid it. To avoid him. But that was because it’shim, the one and only man I’ve ever felt the slightest attraction toward. I knew opening that door might make me more attracted to him. Maybe even put silly ideas in my head aboutrepeat encounters.

Never once did I think those encounters would be more than just a physical release, same as every other I’ve had since coming to this school. Had I known he’d make out with my dick like it was his lifelong dream… That I’d feel this blowjob in places other than my dick… I’d never have taken that chance.

Yeah, I’m pretty sure he’s ruining me for anyone else right now.

Fucking Damien.

No. Screw that. Just because he looks like he’s having a spiritual experience doesn’t mean I am. It’s a blow job. A damn good one, but it doesn’tmeananything. It can’t, no matter how good it—

I force the bored expression back to my face when he pops up suddenly and reaches for his pants, though I can’t hold it when he starts to unzip them.

“Don’t worry,” he chuckles as my brows skyrocket up my forehead. “I need a little more room to breathe, that’s all.”

As he loosens his jeans his swollen cock falls free—I should’ve known the fucker prefers commando—and despite telling myself not to, I look.

It’s probably the same length as mine, a little thinner though still a solid girth, with more of a flare at the head. I don’t have much to compare it to, except my own, but since I’m a pretty good size I’d have to say he is too. I don’t even want to think about what that means beyond just looking at it, which is cut short when he wraps his fist around it and gives a few slow pulls.

“I knew you’d like it once you got a look at it.”

“I barely saw it.”

“I’ll give you a better introduction later, if you want.” He winks as he lets it go and reaches down to tug my sweats off my legs, tossing them to the floor. Unrestricted, he spreads them farther apart and settles between my knees.

I have no time to brace, to prepare, to adjust my face before Damien takes me in his fist and guides me to his mouth.

He places a chaste kiss on my slit before licking around my crown, pumping his fist gently along my shaft. Between the pulsing of his hand and the swirling of his tongue, I’m on sensory overload, mybrain confused by which action it should focus on. Which sensation brings the most pleasure. Yet before I can pick, he switches things up, this time stroking and sucking, and despite my desperate attempts to remain still, I find my hips rocking slightly forward, my cock seeking the deeper recesses of his mouth.

If he registers my movement he doesn’t acknowledge it, just keeps licking and sucking, almost as if I’m a sweet treat he wants to inhale but is trying to savor.

Every once in a while, I feel the mattress shift beneath me, which I can only assume is from Damien’s feeble attempt to get some friction on his dick by humping the bed. Even though I can’t see it, the imagery of him rubbing his cock on my bed is way more arousing than it should be, and all I can say is it’s a good thing he’s sucking me off or I’d be humping the air.

Though I don’t say that aloud, I have the distinct impression Damien knows it somehow since he smiles around my junk as he pumps me. That leisurely stroke isn’t made with any real intent to bring me release, just to give my shaft some attention. Guided by his hand, my skin slides over the tissue underneath, the friction creating a pleasant hum that reverberates throughout my groin. It’s too faint, the pace too slow, to get me across the finish, but it feels phenomenal all the same, which is why I’m sure Damien chooses this moment to pop off.

There’s a downright wicked gleam in his eyes as he asks, “Having fun?”

“It’s a blow job.” I lift a nonchalant shoulder.

“Any requests, or should I surprise you?”

“Requests?”

“You know. Harder. Faster. Deeper.”

I feel my throat bob as I swallow. “This was your idea, do what you want.”

“Alright.” I should be wary of his devious grin, but I’m too busy feigning nonchalance to care. “Pull my hair if you want to come.”

“Pull your…” I frown at him for real. “What does that mean?”

“You’ll see.” He winks again before taking me back in his mouth and suckling—yeah,suckling—on my crown.

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