Page 7 of Fiendish Ways

Nebraska tried his ass off, but he couldn’t hide his happiness. He scooted even closer to get a better feel of the impressive erection between them. Nebraska was just high enough to be daring. “Does that mean I can kiss you without you complaining?”

A huge grin exploded across Cree’s face. “You can do whatever you want to me. I’m game.”

Nebraska bit his bottom lip. He hated to bring back any chance Cree might deny him, but he needed to be honest. “I’ve never been with anyone. Can you teach me?”

Cree snagged the back of Nebraska’s head and hauled him forward. Their mouths came together so hard, their teeth bumped. Nebraska moved restlessly against Cree. He had never wanted anything as badly. Before he knew what to expect, Cree’s hand found its way inside Nebraska’s shorts. A gasp escaped Nebraska as Cree’s tight hold surrounded his cock.

“Oh, God.” It was such a ridiculously small thing, but Nebraska had been primed for Cree’s touch for too long. He leaned his head back and sucked air as Cree’s mouth moved to his neck. The competing sensations had him mesmerized.

“You have to look at this tattoo you made me—oops. Sorry.”

King’s interruption barely registered. He didn’t even look toward the door to see if King walked away. Cree never missed a beat in toying with Nebraska’s body. “Tell me how you picture this going. I don’t want to go farther than you want, and I will if you don’t tell me.”

Nebraska was too horny and high to play coy. “I want to taste your dick. You have no idea how much I want that.”

A pained-sounding groan escaped Cree. “You plan to be the death of me, don’t you? With that innocent mouth doing dirty things.”

Nebraska didn’t care about anything but doing all the things he had pictured doing to Cree. He went straight for the button and zipper on Cree’s jeans.

“Fuck.”

At Cree’s curse, Nebraska froze. “What’s wrong?”

A deep, sexy chuckle rumbled from Cree. “That was a good fuck. I don’t think anyone has ever been this eager to suck me.”

“Oh.” Nebraska wondered if he should be embarrassed. But then his fingers encircled Cree’s cock, and he forgot to be ashamed. He immediately slithered down Cree’s body and licked his crown.

Cree’s fingers found Nebraska’s hair. Nebraska sucked the tip of Cree’s dick. He tried to be gentle. Nebraska didn’t want to hurt him. He just wanted a taste.

Cree moaned.

Encouraged, Nebraska kept going. He couldn’t take much of Cree without choking. That didn’t stop him. He enjoyed the few inches he could reach while still stroking Cree. Nebraska couldn’t imagine Cree getting off only by him licking him, so he kept pumping. Maybe a hand job wasn’t what Cree wanted, but Nebraska wasn’t ready to give up his feast. A hint of salt coated his tongue. Nebraska wanted more.

“Damn, beautiful. You’re killing me.”

Nebraska lifted his head. “Do you want me to stop?”

A bright smile lit Cree’s face. “You really need a lesson in praise. Don’t stop.”

Nebraska went back to enjoying himself. He decided to ignore anything else Cree said. Nebraska was too turned on and enjoyed himself too much to learn a lesson on praise tonight. He wanted Cree to come in his mouth. The more Nebraska got into it, the more guttural the sounds were coming from Cree. His hips moved, fucking Nebraska’s palm and mouth. It was sexy. Nebraska felt powerful. He had Cree under his spell. Wow. It was so much better than he expected. Cree’s grip tightened on Nebraska’s hair. He didn’t really like that, but his irritation wasn’t enough to make him stop. Cree’s breathing sounded ragged and desperate. Nebraska sucked a little harder. Pumped faster.

“Oh fuck, baby. I’m about to come. I don’t want to come in your mouth.”

That was disappointing. Nebraska lifted his head. Cree tugged Nebraska’s hair, forcing him to meet his gaze. He took over, jacking off while Nebraska took in every detail. It didn’t take long before Cree cried out. Cum hit Nebraska’s face. Nebraska automatically closed his eyes so he wouldn’t end up blinded. A moan escaped him without thought as the warm liquid hit his cheek. He licked the bit of cum that hit his lips. With his eyes closed, he savored Cree’s taste. It was everything he dreamed it would be.

Cree quickly peeled off his shirt and wiped the cum from Nebraska’s face. The last thing he wanted was for any more of his jizz to end up in Nebraska’s mouth. Nebraska didn’t deserve that. He wasn’t like Cree. Nebraska didn’t know the things Cree had done to survive. He deserved someone better than Cree. Someone clean of sin. Cree would not come in his perfect mouth.

With Nebraska’s face clean, Cree tossed his shirt aside and snagged Nebraska. He stood, bringing Nebraska with him. With a twist, he sat Nebraska on the lounge chair with his back to the door.

Cree met King’s stare where he stood in the shadows. He had known the guy was there the entire time. Nebraska hadn’t stopped when he had noisily stepped out, and some guys just liked to watch. Cree wasn’t the type to care. In fact, he needed King to see Nebraska belonged to him.

“My turn.”

Cree dropped to his knees and easily set Nebraska’s cock free from his workout shorts.

Nebraska turned openly nervous for the first time. He licked his lips and didn’t meet Cree’s stare head on. “You don’t have to do this.”

The smile that stretched Cree’s lips felt evil. “I don’t think you realize how long I’ve wanted this.” Nebraska’s gaze finally met his. Cree let him see his lust. “Don’t deny me.”

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