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He lets out a strangled groan at my touch, his own hands roaming underneath my t-shirt, sending white hot sparks skimming along my skin with each brush of his fingers.
I release my grip of his cock so he can tug my t-shirt over my head, and then for a moment we just stand there, his eyes completely transfixed on my abdomen.
“That bloody belly ring,” he says on a frustrated breath.
I roll my eyes. “You seriously hate it that much?”
He shakes his head. “God, no.” And then to my utter astonishment, he drops to his knees in front of me, bending his head so he can slide his tongue over my abs, paying special attention to the piercing.
“Fuck,”I groan, unable to stop myself from reaching out to thread my fingers through Devon’s hair, which for once is free from all the shit he usually uses in his impersonation of a 1940s band leader.
His hands move to the front of my jeans, deftly unfastening them and pulling out my throbbing cock, my head spinning as he slides his hands over the shaft.
“I wondered,” he murmurs, the corner of his mouth quirked up.
I can barely think right now with the way his hands are on me, but I manage to croak out, “Wondered?”
“If you’d be pierced here.” He slides his thumb over my Prince Albert, prompting me to let out a sharp hiss.
“I thought you hated my piercings? Last time you saw them you freaked out.”
“Only because I couldn’t stop imagining tugging on them with my teeth. Or sliding my tongue around them.”
Christ.I can’t seem to stop my hips from jutting forward in encouragement. “Well, if you want to slide your tongue around that one, I’m not going to stop you.”
Much to my disappointment, he releases my cock and gets to his feet. The feeling is fleeting, though, as he catches my eye, a look of challenge crossing his face. “I think I’d rather know what it feels like inside me.”
Okay, I’m officially dead. I press forward, walking him back against the wall and caging him there with my body. “Turn the fuck around, then.”
He arches an eyebrow at me but nevertheless accedes to my request, turning around to face the wall.
I retrieve my wallet from my jeans pocket and fish out a packet of lube before putting my wallet away. Then I get to work prepping Devon’s arse. I’m tempted to tease and torment him for a while, especially once he starts with all the groaning and pleading while I’m fingering him—honestly, who knew Devon Montgomery would be such a slut for butt play?—but I’m too eager to get inside him right now. Ultimately, self-interest wins out and I remove my hand so I can slick up my cock.
Devon lets out a little whimper at the loss of my fingers and I can’t help letting out a soft chuckle. “Aww, it’s sweet that you miss me, but don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”
I can see Devon’s face flaming bright red in the reflection of the hallway mirror. “Fuck off,” he growls.
That prompts me to let out a bark of outright laughter. I have no clue what he has to be embarrassed about. Who doesn’t like having fingers in their arse? Making a weak attempt to master my amusement, I put a hand over my heart and offer a pouty look in the mirror. “Are you sure about that? I thought we were about to have some fun?”
Devon cuts me with a hard glare. “Just hurry the fuck up and put your cock in me, you prick.”
I grin and step closer behind him, positioning my cock at his entrance. “You might want to hold onto something,” I breathe into his ear. “I don’t do gentle.” Without further warning, I push inside, bottoming out in one thrust.
I dig my fingers into Devon’s hips, gripping tight as I fuck him in a hard, relentless rhythm. If he was vocal before, it’s nothing compared to the way he’s responding now, and hearing him moan and cry and beg for me is utterly exhilarating, and only spurs me on more.
I’ve lost count of the number of times I’ve imagined doing this; I’ve imagined him bent over, on all fours, tied up…you name the fantasy and, trust me, I’ve had it. It’s a secret that’s been eating away at me for two years now—ever since my sister first brought him around to meet the family—so to say I’m making the most of what will no doubt be a one-off opportunity is an understatement. I’m savouring every thrust into his tight hole, every grunt and groan he lets out, the way he’s grating out my name as though it’s been drawn from him against his will, the feel of his lean muscles under my fingertips, the taste of his skin as I kiss his neck.
But as much as I want to savour it forever, I finally get to the point where I can’t possibly hold back anymore. My climax rushes through me and all I can do is dig my fingers into Devon’s skin as I come hard into his arse.
“Fuck,” I groan, my breath hot and heavy against his neck. I rest my forehead against his shoulder for a moment, giving myself a second to come down from the epic high. “Did you come yet?” I’m pretty sure I would have noticed if he had, but I was so carried away there’s definitely a chance I missed it.
“Almost,” he grates out, and I realise his arm is moving, the implication obvious.
I pull out of him and bat his hand away. “Stop that. That’s mine.”
“Wha—?”
Before he has a chance to get the question out, I shove his body around, so his back is to the wall. And then I’m on my knees, my mouth around his cock.
