Page 71 of Beautifully Conflicted

“Holy…fuck,” I groan as he swallows around my length. “I thought you wanted me to top you.”

“Mmhmm.” He pulls back enough to swirl his tongue over my crown and dives back in.

“We’re not gonna get to that part if you keep this up.”

His plump lips reveal the base of my cock as he pulls back, shiny with his saliva, before he plunges forward again and sucks with renewed vigor.

“Jesus, you’re insatiable.”

“Can’t help it.” He licks around my tip, eyes fluttering shut. “Love seeing what my mouth does to you.”

I thread my fingers in his hair and force his head back, so only his lips can reach me. Of course, he uses them to pepper my slit with tiny kisses. “Are you sure you don’t have some sort of oral fixation or something?” I grit, trying not to push my cock past his swollen lips.

“Mm Mm.” He shakes his head, causing those lips to brush over my tip. “Just want your cock all to myself.”

“Mission accomplished.” My heavy dick bobs just out of reach of the tongue that darts out to lick his lips. “Now get naked and kneel on the bed.” I give his head a mostly gentle shove in the direction I want him to go, stripping down as he does the same.

Damien grabs a condom and some lube from the nightstand and hands them to me before pulling the comforter to the foot of the bed as he gets in. Instead of kneeling like I instructed, he sits against the headboard and pats the mattress next to him.

“What the fuck? This isn’t circle time.”

He rolls his eyes and reaches for my arm, tugging me until I relent and sit next to him, reclined against a stack of pillows so that I’m propped enough to see down the length of my body without having to lift my head. Then he takes the condom, rolls it on my cock, and starts covering it with lube.

“Aren’t you the one that needs prep?” I ask as he rubs the liquid over my dick.

“I think I’ll be fine. I got a dildo about the size of your cock, and I’ve been using it every night, so I’d be ready for you.” Without warning he tosses the lube aside, swings his leg over me and sits on my thighs so that our rigid lengths rub together.

Even covered, the friction feels incredible, and I find myself lifting my hips to chase more of it. He’s already leaking, leaving a trail of precum each time his tip brushes along my abs, and for a brief second, I want to lose the condom so I can feel it on my dick. Instead,my hands find his hips and rest there—I’m not totally sure why—but it makes me feel like I’ve got some control, like I’m topping as planned even though right now I’m sitting on the bottom.

Not that I’ll never try being on the bottom, I just… I want to see what that’s like for someone else before I do it myself. I want…

Wait, did he say dildo?

“You’ve been practicing for this with a dildo the size of my cock?”

“I wasn’t sure you knew how to prep, so I took care of it.” Damien leans forward and starts kissing along my collarbone, conveniently avoiding having to look at me.

“With a dildo that looks like my cock.”

He tugs a nipple gently between his teeth, letting it go when I inhale a shaky breath. “It’s actually bright purple and has a slight curve while yours is straight and, not purple obviously, but the one matching your dick only came in bright colors.”

“I can’t decide if that’s really hot or really fucked up.”

“Really hot.” Damien pushes up so he’s sitting straight, making our cocks press together as he reaches behind his back to rub my sac. And yeah, the visual of him rubbing on me while he fondles my nutsishot, but I’m not sure about the purple dildo.

“You don’t think it’s odd to have a replica of my dick you play with when I’m not here?”

“It’s not a replica, although I think you can get those made. Might make a good birthday gift.” He gives my sac a little tug and grinds our lengths together. Once again, I wish he hadn’t put the condom on me yet, making me wonder how I can be turned on and amused at the same time.

Am I seriously thinking of giving him a dick replica for his birthday? When even is his birthday?

“See, hot.” Hewinks at me.

“I didn’t say that.”

“You were thinking it.”

I buck my hips up, jostling him. “Isn’t this the part where you kneel on all fours so I can rail you from behind?”

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