Page 37 of Devil's Advocate
Lucien’s eyes widened.“You, um, you’re a...”
“Virgin,” I met his gaze.“Please don’t freak out or anything.It’s just I’ve never been able to...”
Lucien cut me off with a kiss—this one softer, reverent, like he was holding something precious.When he pulled back, his eyes searched mine.
“I’m not freaking out,” he breathed.“I’m honored.”His thumb traced the line of my jaw.“And I’m going to make sure your first time is everything it should be.”
My heart hammered so hard I thought it might crack a rib.“I trust you.”
A smile stretched across Lucien’s cheeks, and he guided me backward until my legs hit the edge of the bed, and I sat, looking up at him.The lamp cast shadows across his chest, highlighting every curve of muscle, every breath.
Lucien knelt between my legs, hands sliding up my thighs.“We’ll go slow,” he murmured.“And if you need me to stop—”
“I won’t.”
He smiled at that, a little sad, a little proud.“You might.And that’s okay too.”
Lucien placed his palm on my bulge, his lips pursing.Then a low groan came from him.“You are trusting me, like, that is such a privilege.”He rubbed my dick through my jeans, and this time I groaned.“I’m going to make you feel better than you’ve ever felt before in your life.”
He got to his feet, and moments later his clothes were on the floor.His smooth tan skin glistened with sweat.And his cock — jeez, it felt weird even thinking that word — was thick, and long.Lucien stepped forward, grabbed my hand, and wrapped my fingers around his girth.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, and gently squeezed.Lucien let out a sharp inhale, his abs tightening under my touch.His hand covered mine, guiding me in slow, deliberate strokes.“You can touch me however you want,” he said, voice rough.“No rules here.Just you and me.”
I swallowed hard, my pulse roaring in my ears.The weight of him in my palm was intoxicating—real, alive, mine.I tightened my grip experimentally, and Lucien’s breath hitched.A thrill shot through me.I’d never touched anyone like this before.
Then he lifted me to my feet, and his fingers were at the button of my jeans, popping it open with practiced ease.The zipper came down, and cool air hit my skin.I gasped as he hooked his fingers into the waistband, tugging my jeans and briefs down in one smooth motion.My cock sprang free, achingly hard, the tip already wet.
Lucien’s breath stuttered.“Fuck, Jimmy,” he whispered, like he was looking at something sacred.His thumb brushed over the head, spreading the slickness, and my hips jerked involuntarily.“You’re perfect.”
I whimpered, my face burning.No one had ever looked at me like that—like I was something to worship.Lucien dropped to his knees, and his mouth followed the path of his thumb, lips parting as he took the tip between them.The wet heat of his tongue sent a jolt down my spine, and my fingers tangled in his hair.
“Lucien—oh God—”
He pulled back just enough to smirk up at me, dark eyes glinting.“You taste even better than I imagined.”Then he took me deeper, hollowing his cheeks, and my vision blurred at the edges.
I was going to come.Right here, right now, from just his mouth.
“Wait, wait—” I gasped, tugging at his shoulders.He released me with a wet pop, licking his lips like he was savoring me.
“Too much?”He asked, voice thick.
I shook my head, breathless.“No, it’s—it’s too good.I don’t want to finish like this.Not yet.”
Lucien’s smile was slow, satisfied.“Lay down.”
I laid back on the bed and Lucien’s muscular body covered mine, grinding his cock into mine.“This, I’ve wanted you since the moment we met,” he murmured, then he kissed me, hard.His tongue slid into my mouth, and I’d swear I made a sound I’ve never heard before.My entire body was shaking as the kiss deepened, and when his lips slid to the side of my neck and I arched into him, a broken sound tore from my throat.His teeth grazed my collarbone, just sharp enough to make me gasp, and then his mouth was lower, trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses down my sternum, my ribs, the trembling plane of my stomach.Every touch was a revelation—like my skin had been waiting my whole life just to feel this.
When his lips closed around the head of my cock again, I moaned his name, my fingers clutching the sheets.But this time he didn’t stop there.His tongue swirled, slow and deliberate, before he took me deep, throat relaxing around me in a way that made my hips buck helplessly.I was babbling—"please, Lucien, don’t stop, I can’t—" but he just hummed in response, the vibration sending sparks through my nerves.
Then he pulled off with a wet sound, leaving me panting.“You’re close,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of my thigh.“But I want you to come with me inside you.Is that okay?”
I nodded frantically, my voice gone.Lucien reached into the nightstand, and the snap of a cap, the slick sound of lube, made my stomach clench with anticipation.His fingers were cool at first, pressing gently against me, but the burn melted into something deeper as he worked me open.I whimpered, my legs falling wider, my body begging for more.
“Look at me,” Lucien said, his voice rough.I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze as he slid a finger inside me.“Breathe, Jimmy.I won’t hurt you, but your first time...”his voice trailed off, then I felt a second finger slip inside.“I want this to be a moment you’ll never forget.”
I bit my lip as his fingers moved with aching deliberateness, each stroke igniting nerves I hadn’t known existed.The intensity of the pleasure was almost too much, but there was also a comfort in the way Lucien watched me, like he was attuned to every flicker of emotion across my face.
“Okay?”he asked, his voice a soothing balm over the flames of my desire.
