Page 72 of Beautifully Conflicted

“Another time.”

“Why not now?” I’d sort of planned onnotdoing this face-to-face, so the fact he’s sitting on my lap has me a little on edge. I mean, when I blew him and then tasted the two of us together, it was sexy in this hedonistic sort of way. However, it was also more than a little intimate, and while I didn’t hate it, I’m not sure I should encourage stuff like that.

For now, I’m chalking that incident up to one of thoseit felt right in the momentthings, but this is a different moment.

“It takes a little coordination to jack a guy off when pounding him from behind,” Damien says, “and I want to feel you on my cockandin my ass, so I’m gonna ride you while you pump my dick.”

Okay, that doesn’t sound so bad. It might be a hot sight look at it while we fuck.

“Plus, I want to see your face when you nut.”

Well, shit. That’s exactly what I didn’t want to hear.

“You’ve seen that before.” I grasp for a reasonable excuse to do things my way.

“Pfft, amateur shit. Just wait til you see what a tight ass is like. You’re gonna lose your mind.”

The hand that I only now realize had left my balls while still hidden behind Damien’s back—prepping I think—grabs my dick and holds it against his entrance. Then the air hisses out of my throat as the length is swallowed, inch by agonizing inch.

Holy. Mother. Of… Damn.

My brain short circuits—goes totally offline—as my vision goes dark. Or maybe that’s my eyes rolling to the back of my head. Either way, I can’t see shit. I can only feel the vice-like grip clamping down on my cock, so snug it traps the involuntary quiver from taking hold, sending a riot of little tremors ping-ponging along my shaft.

As my vision returns, I catch sight of Damien, head tilted to the ceiling, cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling steadily as a prolonged moan slips from his slightly parted lips.

He looks like he’s in fucking heaven.

I guess that answers my question about bottoming.

The man has always been good-looking—sexy even, if you put aside some of the shit that comes out of his mouth—but in this moment, it’s not just his body that looks incredible, it’shim. What he looks like on the outside combined with what he’s feeling on the inside, which is written all over his face. He’s…sensual.Captivating.

And then he starts to move.

Fingers clutching his hips hard enough to leave marks, I grunt, “Jesus.”

“Good, right?” He grins slyly as he slowly rotates his hips. “You’re gonna—”

“Stop.” I try to hold him steady. “Don’t move. Don’t even breathe or I’ll lose it.”

Damien freezes, a line creasing his forehead as his gaze rakes over me, then he gives me a knowing smile. “I got you.” He starts drawing lazy squiggles over my torso.

“What are you doing?”

“Calming you down. And feeling you up, but mostly calming you down. Just concentrate on my fingers.”

I hate being coddled, but I’m so close to blowing my load I do as he says. Closing my eyes, I focus on the way his fingers ghost over my skin, tracing the outline of my pecs, the ridges of my abs.

Holding absolutely still, except for the rhythmic rise and fall of my chest, I’m able to regain some semblance of control. I can still feel the intense pressure on my cock, of course, but it’s muted somewhat by his soothing caresses of my torso.

“You have the sexiest nipples.” Damien’s finger circles but never touches the one on my left pec. “I won’t touch it since I know what it does to you, but damn… I just want to lick it til it pops.”

“That’s such a random thing to like on a person,” I say, even though the mundane conversation is helping me keep my mind off my throbbing dick.

“I don’t usually. I’m not sure I’ve ever noticed them on anyone else, but yours are so big and pink I just want to latch on.”

I roll my eyes and smack his hand away.Leave it to Damien to make it weird.

“Don’t pretend that wouldn’t get you off.” He starts tracing my abs again.

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