Page 67 of The Fly-Half

“Yeah? Want me to bend you in half again, angel?”

“Maybe… or you could fuck me from behind?”

“Mmm, I like that idea,” I said, squeezing his ass tightly. “Get you spread out underneath me, bury my cock inside you, and fuck you until you’re sobbing into the sheets, desperate to come.”

“Yes!”

I grinned and turned. “Better get to bed then. Can’t spoil you here.”

“You could fuck me against the door,” Devon said, kissing the side of my neck again as I carried him towards his bedroom. I was glad I didn’t have any stairs to negotiate because I’d watched Mason carry Ryan up ours several times before and I was always worried one of them would fall.

“I could, but not today.”

“Tomorrow?”

“Maybe,” I said as I pivoted and kicked his bedroom door open with my heel. “Or I could just keep you in bed and see how many times I can make you come.” Devon groaned and I smirked. “What do you think, doll? Think you can give me three? What about four?”

“I-I… I don’t think I’ve ever come more than once.”

“That’s a shame. We’ll have to fix that,” I said as I carried him over to the unmade bed and gently dropped him onto it. There were a few clothes scattered across the footboard from where he’d been trying on various outfits before we went out, but they were easy to clear with a sweep of my hand.

“I’m not sure I can,” Devon said, looking up at me with wide, sweet eyes.

“Maybe not, but it’d be fun to try,” I said as I closed the gap between us and leant down to kiss him again, my fingers finding the bottom of his top and pulling it off over his head. Devon sighed into my mouth, his hands sliding under the hem of my shirt to rest on my hips. His grip was warm and firm, and it sent a little burst of heat running through me.

I couldn’t stop kissing him, pressing my tongue into his mouth and nipping his lip, slowly devouring him until he was a whimpering mess and my neck was sore from leaning down.

“Can I take this off?” Devon asked, pulling one hand out from under my shirt to gesture at the buttons.

“Yes, but then you have to take off your jeans.”

“Deal.” He grinned and stood, pushing his body against mine as his fingers clumsily tugged at the buttons on my shirt, trying to get them loose. He laughed as he fumbled them, a pretty pout on his lips. “You’re never allowed to wear shirts again when we go out. They’re too hard to unbutton!”

“Even if they make me look hot?”

“Everything makes you look hot. You don’t need to try.”

I wasn’t going to argue with him and ruin the mood. Instead my hands just covered his and began to help him with the buttons. He slid the shirt over my shoulders and dropped it onto the floor before reaching for his jeans, which were quick and easy to throw off, leaving him in only a tiny pair of skintight trunks.

He sat back down on the bed, his hands stretching out to rest on my stomach. Then he leant forward and pressed a soft kiss to my sternum, trailing his mouth slowly up my chest as far as he could reach. My cock twitched as heat bloomed under my skin. It wasn’t a life-changing sensation, but it felt better than it ever had before.

“You’re so gorgeous,” Devon said. “You know that, right? How fucking gorgeous you are.”

“So are you. I’m sorry I didn’t notice until now.”

“It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry I made you wait for me,” I said, cupping his jaw. “I know it’s probably been a while.”

“It has.” He smiled cheekily. “But I’m not going to tell you how long.”

“No? Any reason?”

“It’ll either make you feel worse or make me look really sad.”

“I promise it won’t be either,” I said as I gently stroked his face. “If you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to. But I want you to know that although it took me time to get here, I’m all in, angel. And I’ll try every damn day to prove I’m enough for you.”

“You don’t have to prove anything,” Devon said. “I promise.”

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