Page 77 of Private Exhibit
Devon squirmed, thinking about it.Gods. It would be so much easier to let Andy take over. To let Andy give Oliver that devastating news.Hells. He even considered it would be easier for himself to die and simply disappear so he never had to give Oliver the news at all.
But this was Oliver. The man who'd saved him more times than he could count. “I have to do this myself,” Devon finally said. “He's my best friend. It should come from me.”
Andy slowly nodded, giving him a soft, proud smile. “Alright. But if you change your mind, or if you even just want me there…”
“I'll tell you,” Devon promised.
“That's my good boy,” Andy murmured, then leaned in and kissed him.
Devon gasped.
Andy started to pull back, searching his eyes, then let out a curse and slammed into him.
Devon sucked in a ragged breath, caught completely off-guard, then moaned as Andy hauled him out of the chair and pressed him back against the wall.Oh my gods. Devon gasped again, barely managing to gasp before Andy crushed their mouths together. His knees buckled, but Andy caught him, hauling him around and shoving him onto the desk instead.
Andy's hands were all over him. Twisting into his hair. Framing his face. Groping his sides. Tugging at his clothes. All the while, those devastating, drugging kisses went on, Andy's mouth consuming him in a way that Devon had only seen in movies. Devon felt claimed and worshiped and owned right down to his core.
He never wanted this moment to end.
“Daddy!” Devon gasped, the word tearing out of him.
“Oh gods,” Andy panted, his entire body shuddering. “Devon? Fuck,” Andy cursed, barely getting the word out before their mouths collided again. He climbed up on top of Devon, pinning him down to the desk. His hipbones dug painfully into Devon's groin, his weight crushing Devon's lungs, his hand pinning Devon's arm at an awkward angle.
But then there was also that huge bulge rubbing against him. That warm body driving away the chill in the room. The rapid pounding of that heart reverberating through his own body.
It was all too much and not enough.
“Daddy! Oh gods. Daddy, please–”
Andy attacked him, crushing him in a kiss as his hands frantically moved, tugging at Devon's clothes, groping all over his body.
Devon was barely able to register that it was suddenly easier to breathe and that his pants didn't feel so tight, then felt a long finger stroke between his legs.
He arched up with a ragged gasp.Oh fuck. He bucked beneath Andy, needing it to stop, desperately wanting more. It was too much and not enough all at once. “Daddy!”
“Look at me,” Andy growled between panted breaths. “Devon? Gods, please. Look at me.”
Devon's eyes flew open, and he stared up at Andy, feeling so much need that he thought he might explode.
“Just look at me,” Andy murmured.
Devon managed a nod in response and tried to speak, but all words vanished when Andy moved his fingers again.
Oh fuck. Andy moved on top of him, making it look like he was thrusting into him while his fingers did all the work. Devon wanted those fingers inside him, but there wasn't room. His pants were too tight, and Andy had him too thoroughly pinned.
But those devastating strokes never stopped. Andy moved his hand faster, rubbing harder, using his other hand to grab Devon by the hair to keep him pinned in place, their gazes locked as the pleasure built and built and built. For once in his life, holding eye-contact wasn't scary or overwhelming. It almost felt like he was looking straight into Andy's soul. He saw the need. The desperation. The life-altering vulnerability. But he also saw the power. The control. Andy owned him, pure and simple.
It was perfect.
Andy's mimed thrusting stuttered, losing its rhythm. The man moaned, almost closing his eyes before snapping them back open, staring down at Devon as though his life depended on it. “Oh gods,” he gasped. “Devon–”
“Daddy–”
Andy kissed him, then pressed their foreheads together as he resumed his pace, bucking against Devon's hip and moving his hand in time with every thrust.
Devon inwardly flailed, unable to physically move but feeling like he was going to splinter apart at any moment. “Andy! Daddy! Oh gods. I'm–” He sucked in a breath, right on the edge.
And then everything stopped. The pleasure vanished, and Andy's weight was suddenly gone.
