Page 59 of Star-crossed Betas

Phoenix Campbell

Cee gets home a few seconds after me and I’m crouched in front of the door, ready to pounce and feeling smug as anything. He rolls his eyes at me but doesn’t seem too put out over losing.

Our house is set back away from the street, so we have a lot of privacy. We can’t exactly have neighbours seeing us shift or wandering outside in the nude. He bows his head at me, acknowledging that I won this round, and I whine happily.

Despite my attempts to stay mad at him, I’ve had a pretty great day.

Cee shifts back and stands before me, completely naked and unabashed. With the sun bearing down on him, I can see a faint tan from where I assume he must have been doing some work outside lately. My gaze travels down his body. His smooth chest is more muscular, and his dusky pink nipples have a few hairs around them. Cee's never been especially hairy; he has a dark happy trail from his belly button down to his pubic hair, whichhe trims enough to keep it tidy. His cock, which had been soft when I started my perusal, begins to plump up.

“Do you want to claim your prize now, or later?” Cee asks me, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “I’m not sucking your furry dick, Fee, so you better shift back.” His eyes sparkle playfully as he stalks towards me.

I shift back, and I’m left kneeling on the doorstep by the time he reaches me. He cups my cheek in his palm and tugs on my bottom lip with his thumb. I laugh when I hear the satisfied rumbling noise in his chest. Despite the fact I know we’ve both always been content with our dynamic of me topping and him bottoming, I know he gets turned on by the submissive gesture. When I look up at his eyes, they’re dark and full of a heated promise.

“Stand up,” he says, and I do as asked, leaning against the front door. He takes my place and kneels on the welcome mat in front of me, placing feather-light kisses to my cock as it continues to stiffen. Somehow, there’s nothing submissive about the way Connor kneels for me. His beautiful, stubborn face tells me he’ll only ever give as much as he wants to.

His attention moves to my balls which he laps at before sucking one into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it in a way that makes my eyes roll into the back of my head. Holy shit, that’s good. I haven’t had his—or anybody’s—mouth on me in so long that I forgot how incredible it feels.

“Fuck, you taste amazin'.”

I look down at him while he strokes me leisurely. He plants gentle kisses to the crease of my groin; it’s so attentive and loving it makes my heart squeeze a little. He shaved his stubble this morning, and it highlights his sharp features; his strong, masculine jaw and high cheekbones. Dark hair flops over his forehead. He let it grow out some the past couple of months, making him look closer to how he did when we first met. Unableto keep my hands to myself, I push his hair back away from his face.

Damn, he’s beautiful.

How was I supposed to ever move on from him after I’d had a taste of perfection?

I can’t help but moan as his tongue licks up my length slowly, like he has all the time in the world and is just savouring the taste. As he takes me into his mouth, he gazes up at me through those thick, dark lashes, and I’m done for.

He sucks me and licks me with enthusiasm, looking completely wrecked. I definitely lucked out with Cee and how much he’s always loved giving head. He really perfected his craft over the years we were together, and I was more than willing for him to practise on me all he wanted.

Cee groans with me in his mouth, and the vibrations around my cock feel incredible. He finally reaches between his legs and strokes himself. His tip is glistening with precum, showing me exactly how turned on he gets from sucking me.

When I hit the back of his throat, he gags for a moment before relaxing and swallowing around me.

Holy fucking shit.

“Oh, fuck you for that,” I sputter at him, and he pulls his mouth off me.

“What?” he asks, like butter wouldn’t melt. The glint in his eyes gives him away, though.

“How am I supposed to hold a grudge when you do the thing with your throat?” I say, sounding as desperate and horny as I feel.

“No idea what you mean,” he replies before enveloping me in the wet warmth of his mouth again.

He hollows out his cheeks as he sucks me down, taking me deep into his throat and doing the exact thing he just feigned innocence over. I’d call him out on the lie, except nothing shortof a nuclear bomb going off would get me to interrupt what he’s doing right now.

I think even the postman could turn up, and the best I could offer would be an apology. He swallows again, and the feel of his throat contracting around me has me already close to coming. He can clearly tell I’m right on the edge because he increases his speed, sucking up and down my cock with precisely the right amount of pressure to ensure I lose any semblance of control.

My fingers rake through his hair, and I tug it lightly, just enough to sting in a way that makes him groan. I tighten my grip and start to gently thrust my hips.

“Shit, I’m so close. Why do you have to look so good with my cock in your mouth,” I mutter—mostly to myself.

One final glance down at him, his tight grip around his own shaft moving faster and faster, the way his eyes roll when my dick hits the back of his throat with each thrust, and I lose the battle.

“Babe, I’m gonna come,” I shout out before my release spills into his waiting mouth. I come so hard I'm pretty sure my soul just shot out of my dick, and I’m unsteady on my feet.

He spits my cum into his hand and uses it to jerk himself off frantically. There’s something so wild and feral about it that has my cock trying to rally for a second round. It doesn’t take long for his orgasm to build, and then he’s shooting over his own hand and onto the welcome mat.

As we catch our breath, he stares down at where his hand is covered in the mix of our cum, and a satisfied smile spreads over his face.

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