Page 65 of Beautifully Conflicted

It takes about four seconds for my words to register, but once they do Damien pops up, strips off his pants, and straddles me with an eager, “Fuck yeah,” as I tug my shirt off. Then, instead of resting his weight on me, he kneels so that his hard dick is level with my lips. “Open.”

I’m not sure if he’s trying to take control or merely give me some guidance, but either way, I do as he says, and find his plump crown pushing inside as he groans, “Jesus, Lucy.”

Though it’s just the first inch or so, it fills my mouth completely, and I close my lips around it to prevent him from giving me any more. Mercifully, he seems to grasp my need for self-preservation, and holds himself still while I search my brain for some sort of clue about what I’m supposed to do next. It’s not until I hear Damien utter a relieved groan that I realize Iamdoing something. I’m sucking on his tip like I would a soda.

When I closed my lips, I must’ve instinctually pictured his cock as a straw, albeit a really large one, and started slurping on it. It wasn’t planned, and if someone told me this is the way to give a blow job I’d have laughed my ass off. But the filthy groans coming from Damien’s throat suggest this is a perfectly acceptable method of sucking dick, so I roll with it, inching my mouth farther and farther along his length so I can take more of him.

He's hot and hard in my mouth, with a musky scent I can’t put my finger on other than to say it’s very male. Rich and full instead of light and floral. And while I can’t feel his wiry hair on my face, I feel it on the fingertips pressed against the base of his dick so my brainknows where the end is and doesn’t get ambitious ideas of trying to swallow him whole.

As I slurp away, Damien pumps his hips in shallow repetition, never choking off my air but never giving me a reprieve either. My jaw aches from the stretch of his cock, and when he retreats slightly, I take the opportunity to pull away completely so I can give my aching mouth some relief.

Pumping him leisurely, I suck on the skin of his thighs, his hip, leaving bright red marks in my wake.

“You know you don’t have to stake your claim, right?” His dark eyes sparkle with mirth. “You’re the only one who gets to play with my dick.”

A searing heat pulses through my chest, there and gone so fast I’d swear it was a figment of my imagination except for one lingering thought.Mine.

I shake my head to rid it of the intrusive thought, both because Damien isnotmine and because I don’t want him to be. It’s just a bullshit macho reaction to the sex, nothing more.

“I’m not claiming you, I’m checking whether the rest of you tastes the same as your cock.”

The words are out before I realize the truth about my sore jaw would be a less humiliating excuse, and since he’s still a jackass despite all the orgasms, Damien grips his length and tugs it up, pressing it to his stomach as he says, “Taste my balls next.”

I do, sucking first one, then the other, inside my mouth. Though the fit is more comfortable, the sensation of loose skin is less appealing, and while Damien’s pretty vocal about enjoying it, my tongue quicky finds its way back to the taught skin of his shaft, licking up his length until I can swallow him again.

I take him a bit deeper this time, still nowhere near his full length, but more than halfway by my estimate, using my free hand to pump what I can’t fit in my mouth. It’s sloppy and uncoordinated, but the wetter I get him the more he seems to moan, and the harder I seem to get in return.

I’m no stranger to hookups, and I’d like to think I’m not a selfless lover. I genuinely try to make sure the people I’m with are having as much fun as I am while we’re screwing, so pleasing someone else is nothing new. Getting hard as fuck from that, though… I’ve gotten hard during foreplay with others, but not to the point where my own cock started weeping, and right now I feel pretty drenched despite the fact nothing is touching my dick. Nothing except the air.

Do I look as turned on as Damien does when he’s blowing me? No clue. But he’s moaning enough for the both of us right now, and I’m currently trying to hump the air, so chances are I do.

“Can you feel how hard my dick is?” He rocks his hips back and forth, abs rippling as he slides his length along my tongue. Since I can’t answer I just hum, which sends a shiver through his sexy body. “I’m not sure it’s ever been this hard. No joke.” He bites his lip and rolls through a few more shallow pumps. “I just—God, it’s so hot to see my cock in your mouth. I never thought…and you’re so…ohmigod I can’t take it. I can’t—”

Damien rears back, fists his cock, and gives it a few frantic pumps. Then it bursts, spurting milky white liquid all over my abs. It’s fucking hot, but the near feral moan that rumbles up his throat is even hotter. It has me thrusting my hips into the air searching for friction, which I find in the form of Damien’s ass.

The tip of my cock just grazes his cheek, but that tiny spark of pleasure ripples along my entire length as if I’m buried inside him, fully engulfed. Something between a cry and a moan pushes past my sightlyparted lips—whatever it is it’s fucking needy—and that has Damien scrambling to grab my dick.

“God, look at this beautiful cock.” He pumps me without mercy. “Sucking me off got you worked up, didn’t it, Lucy? I knew you’d like the way a thick, hard cock feels in your mouth, and this is proof that you like seeing what you do to me.”

I’m vaguely aware of Damien rambling about the wonders of blow jobs, but the words themselves don’t register. I’m too busy punching up into his hand, writhing like a man possessed as I chase the gratification it offers.

I’ve never been handled this thoroughly. This roughly. And apparently my body loves it, considering I’m so close and he’s barely touched me.

That must be why, when I reach the precipice, time seems to stop. My vision goes dark as my ears seem to block out sound, leaving me in this hollow void. It only lasts a second, before my senses come roaring back, bright lights and a persistent hum flooding my eyes and ears as my cock starts pulsing in Damien’s fist, wave after wave of euphoria coursing through me.

My hips buck as my cum joins Damien’s on my stomach, mixing together until they morph into one milky pool, and I can no longer tell who’s is who’s.

Chest heaving, I’m otherwise frozen under his intense gaze as the tremors ripple through my limbs. Then Damien swirls his finger through our combined release and brings it to his lips, eyes fluttering shut as he savors our essence.

It might just be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

He repeats the motion, this time bringing his finger to my mouth. Before I have time to contemplate what I’m doing, my lips part, and I feel the salty tang of our release on my tongue. Once again, my mouthinstinctually closes, and Damien takes a shuddering breath as I suck on his finger.

My heart thumps deep and low in my chest.

He’s a vision of lust, sated yet intrigued by what I’m doing to his finger. That makes two of us, considering I’m too boneless to move even though I have no desire to release the digit.

The realization shocks me—this might be more intimate than kissing, which I’ve staunchly avoided—but I’m not freaking out about it. I actually feel content.

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