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Narrowing my eyes, I watch the way his cheeks darken under the red glow of my heat lamp. The fucker is blushing. My mind jumps back to the other night, when he sucked on me while we listened to Logan and Owen fuck. He'd come in his pants then. What was so different?
I mean, I'd stroked his hair a little. Gave him praise. Basically, all the shit I'd do with Arya, and he seemed to be into it. Then I licked my cum off his tongue. That's what really sent him over the edge. Is that it, then? Devon wants to be treated like a princess?
Figures.
Grinning to myself, I lean up on my knees to give him space. “Lie down on your back and close your eyes. I'm gonna try something.”
He gives me a wary glance but obeys silently. I kneel between his legs, ducking to ghost my lips over his inner thigh.
“Ah!” Squirming beneath me, Dev lets out a chuckle. “Are you tickling me?”
“Shut up and let me work.” I repeat the movement, noting how soft his hair feels against my lips.
He hums when I increase the pressure, placing small kisses against his skin. Then I move to the other thigh and do the same, operating on pure instinct because, honestly, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing.
Seems to be working, though, from the way his cock thickens a bit. Not much. Though it definitely jumps when my tongue darts out to lick at the spot where his thigh meets his hip.
“You taste good,” I murmur, surprising the hell out of myself. “Smell good, too.”
Like my body wash combined with his own musky scent. Dios mio, I'm so fucking hard right now.
“That…” Dev swallows, sighing softly. “Jesus, that feels amazing.”
Continuing to lap at his skin, I watch his length harden even more. It gives me an idea.
One of my absolute favorite things in the world is having my balls sucked on; that shit gets me ready to go in seconds. I wonder if it'll work on Dev?
Kissing my way down to his sac, my tongue laps an exploratory lick. Devon gasps, stomach muscles clenching when he groans. I glance up to find his expression twisted in ecstasy.
“Fuck, yeah. I need that, hot shot,” he rasps, fingers tightening in my hair. His cock plumps up further when I gently pull one of his balls into my mouth.
All in all, it's not as weird as I thought it'd be. He doesn't shave like I do, but it's not bad. His ball sits heavy on my tongue, slightly salty, and I roll it around, pulling a moan from deep in his chest. When he wraps a palm around his rapidly filling length to give it a slow tug, my own starts to weep inside my jock. Shit.
Who knew sucking another dude's balls would be so hot?
Moving to his other one, I lick at it, too, loving the sounds he makes. That piercing beneath his cockhead catches my attention, the way it winks in the light with every pass of his hand. The urge to take it in between my teeth comes on strong…
So I do.
I grab his wrist, prying his fingers away from his shaft before giving myself the space to bite down on the metal barbell gently.
“Jesus, fuck!” Devon shouts, going absolutely still. His whiskey eyes pop open, glassy and dazed. “God, do that again.”
I roll my hips against the mattress for some friction and nibble the piercing, this time swiping the tip of my tongue over it, too. A bead of precum leaks from his slit, sliding down toward my mouth. Out of instinct, I lap it up, earning another groan from him. Salty flavor bursts on my tongue when I smack my lips.
“Not bad, I guess,” I tell him, grabbing hold of his cock to lick the barbell again. “Figured it'd be salty or bitter. Arya told me some guys' spunk makes her tongue go numb.”
“That… sounds horrible. And never use the word spunk again. Gross.”
“What, never had that happen before?”
“No,” he huffs, adjusting the pillow to watch me lick his cock. “Believe it or not, I've actually dated more women than men.”
I pause with my tongue out. “For real? How come?”
With a shrug, he reaches down to tug my hair tie free. “I guess I find it easier to… I don't know. Be emotional. Not be judged.”
“You're worried about men judging your feelings when they have your cock down their throat? That makes no sense.”
