Page 76 of The Fly-Half

“I did,” he said, stretching out his arms for me. “Thanks for inviting me. I hope I did okay.”

“You did great. Everyone loves you,” I said as I pulled him in for a kiss, careful to avoid his eye. The swelling was gone now, and the bruising was much better even if it did look like he’d gone a bit wild with one of Ryan’s neon eyeshadow palettes. I was so worried about knocking and hurting him that I’d been treating him with kid gloves for the past twelve days, because I’d never forgive myself if something happened and ended up setting his recovery back.

Especially not now we had plans to go to the Six Nations together.

“They’re all so nice,” Devon said, rolling half on top of me, putting his hands on my bare chest and resting his head on top of them so he could look at me from under his eyelashes. “I’m so lucky.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Your friends welcomed me with open arms, our teammates are awesome, and I have you. What more could I want?”

I smiled slyly as I slowly spread my legs, pushing one of my thick thighs between his so it rubbed against his cock. “I thought you wanted to come?” I asked slowly, wrapping my arm around his waist to hold him against me. The idea of grabbing his hips as he sank onto my cock, pulling him up and down and making him ride me like a pretty toy for me to play with was etched into my mind. And I needed it.

I’d been keeping him at arm’s length for twelve days and my patience was stretched thin. Especially since he’d started whining and pouting, begging to get fucked with every flutter of his lashes.

At least if he rode me, his eye would be out of harm’s way. And I could finally wear him out and stop the endless petulance.

“Ahh, please!” Devon gasped as I pushed my thigh against his crotch, tightening my arm around him to hold him against me. His cock was already getting hard, the slight bit of pressure driving him wild. I didn’t know if he’d been sneakily jerking off while I wasn’t here, but given how needy and desperate he was, I had a suspicion he’d been waiting.

No wonder he was so fucking whiny.

“When did you last come, doll?” I asked in a low voice, my other hand reaching around to squeeze his ass, encouraging him to grind against me.

“Be-Before we played Angers,” he said, already breathless as he rode my thigh. “You haven’t fucked me since!”

“And you didn’t get yourself off? I’ve seen those toys in your drawer. I know you’ve been here totally alone sometimes. And I know you brought them from your place. I saw them in your bag.”

He groaned, trying desperately to get more friction on his dick and whining in frustration when he realised I’d only let him have so much. Because while I was sure I’d be able to get more than one orgasm from him, I didn’t want his first one to be in his shorts from riding my thigh. “No.” He shook his head. “Wanted to wait because you promised to make it good.”

“Mmm, fuck, angel,” I said, moving my hands to grip his hips, dragging him towards me so I could claim his mouth in a fierce kiss, my hard cock rubbing against his as I pulled him to my lap. “Don’t worry, I’m going to take care of you. Gonna show you how much I love you.”

I nipped his lip then pushed him to sit up, carefully pulling his T-shirt over his head before reaching for the waistband of his shorts. He had to kneel up and then wiggle his legs around to get out of them, but then he was beautifully naked and sat in my lap, waiting to be played with.

My cock throbbed underneath him as I let my eyes roam over him, drinking in every detail. “I still can’t believe you’re mine,” I said as my fingers traced over his chest, toying with his nipples. “Feels like a dream.”

“It’s not a dream. I’ve been yours since we met.”

“I’m sorry it took me so long to catch up.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he said as he leant down to kiss me. “Never be sorry. I love you, Jonny. And I’m gonna love you forever.”

“I love you too,” I said, returning his kiss. “And I’m gonna take care of you always. Remind you every day that you’re mine and show you how much you mean to me.” I licked into his mouth, drawing another moan from him before I whispered, “And I’m going to do that right now.”

My hands roamed over his body, tracing his muscles and the soft lines I adored. I teased his nipples with my fingers and leant forward to suck them into my mouth, delighting in the sounds falling from Devon’s lips. He rolled his hips and ground down against me as I kissed as far down his torso as possible.

“C-Can I touch you?” he asked, his hands resting on my abdomen. “Please.”

I thought for a second as I sucked a mark into his chest. “Yes. But maybe… turn around? Then I can play with you while you touch me.”

Devon moaned, his head tipping back for a second as his mouth fell open. I loved seeing him like this, delighting in the idea of pleasure. I put my hand out to steady him as he moved around to face the end of the bed, then grabbed his hip to drag him backwards to straddle my chest so I could eat him out and open him up while he stroked my cock.

In the past, I’d been very ambivalent about the idea, but the longer I was with Devon, the more open to it I was becoming. I didn’t think I’d ever get to a point where I was desperate to get a blow job and I couldn’t really see myself wanting to bottom, but seeing how desperate Devon was to touch me warmed something in my chest and made me more open to letting him explore.

Maybe it was because it brought him pleasure, which was the thing that drove everything I did, or maybe it was because I felt more connected to him than any other person on Earth. Either way, I’d decided not to look too closely and just follow my feelings. They hadn’t steered me wrong yet, even if it had taken me a while to figure them out.

“If you want me to stop, just say,” Devon said, looking at me over his shoulder as I reached for the bottle of lube. His hands were now resting on my thighs, thumbs rubbing circles into my skin.

“I will.” I smiled at him, hoping it was enough reassurance, and then I turned my attention back to one of my favourite things in the world: playing with Devon’s ass. I leant up and pulled his cheeks apart, not caring if the angle strained my neck, and groaned as I flattened my tongue and ran it over his waiting hole.

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