Page 7 of Bedeviled By The Jock (Halloween Temptation #3)

J osh watches me expectantly, his calloused fingers trailing along my ribs, making me shiver with every feather-light brush.

“Um... Treat?” I say.

The grin on his face is nothing short of devious.

“Mm, you want the good stuff, don’t you, Sebas?”

“Yeah,” I whisper. “I do.”

“You sure it’s smart taking candy from the devil?”

His tongue darts out and licks the hard bud of my nipple. I can only gasp in response.

“It’s not too late to change your answer, you know.”

His lips close around my other nipple, and he sucks gently, rolling the tip between his teeth, pulling at it, and flicking. My back arches, and I press closer to him, the warmth of his body seeping into me.

“M-My choice stands,” I pant.

Josh lets go of my nipple and grins. “Well, then…”

In one swift move, he lifts his shorts, grabs hold of his hard cock, and tugs it free. With a wet thwack it slaps against his washboard abs, long and thick and dripping with precum.

“Here you go.”

I can’t help the gasp that escapes me. It was one thing to feel that monster through his pants, but seeing it now in all its glory, I realize what an absolute unit it is.

A huge, veiny, angry beast that must be at least nine inches long and thicker than my wrist. It curves slightly to the left, the swollen tip red and shiny.

Below, two heavy balls sit snug in a nest of dark, neatly trimmed hair.

“All for you,” he rumbles.

He pumps it slowly, a few beads of clear fluid welling up from the slit and trickling down the side. My eyes follow the wet trail until it disappears between his thumb and index finger, and then I do the only thing that seems logical.

I kneel.

Josh parts his legs, and I settle between them, my knees pressing into the wooden floorboards, his massive cock looming in front of me. It twitches as I reach out and grab hold of it, the heat radiating from it scorching.

He hisses when I drag my hand along the length.

It’s surreal to touch a cock that isn’t my own. To feel the weight of it in my palm. The pulse. The heat. The soft, silky skin stretched tight over the rigid core.

I can barely wrap my fingers around it, and as I squeeze, another drop of precum leaks out. It lands on my thumb, warm and sticky.

Josh grunts, and I glance up to see him leaning back in the armchair, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling with every deep breath.

I lean forward and lick the wetness off my thumb, the sweet-salty flavor exploding on my tongue. Jesus. Is this what guys taste like?

Josh’s mouth curls into a smile. “Like it?”

“That’s… Yeah. Wow. It has a lot of flavor.”

“Want more?”

I nod eagerly.

“You can have it straight from the source,” he says, grabbing his cock and tapping it against my lips. “Here. Take a good, long lick. Taste it, Sebas. Taste it properly.”

I part my lips, and the smooth, spongy tip slides over my tongue. It coats the inside of my mouth with a thick layer of precum, and when I swallow, a tingling warmth spreads down my throat.

The idea that Josh’s essence makes its way through my body, feeding me, nourishing me, drives me wild. I take hold of his cock and suckle greedily on the tip, trying to get more of that flavor. More of him.

A low rumble rolls from the depths of his chest, and his big hand settles on the back of my head, pushing me forward. In an instant, my whole mouth gets stuffed full of throbbing cock, and the tip nudges against the entrance to my throat.

I can only take a few inches before my gag reflex kicks in, and I have to pull back, gasping, drooling, and coughing.

“Sorry,” he murmurs. “Got a little too eager there.”

“It’s okay. You’re just… so fucking big. Gimme a second.”

Josh runs a hand through my hair. “Of course. Take your time.”

I wipe the spit off my chin, and he smiles.

“You look so pretty on your knees like that. Lips all red and shiny. Cheeks flushed. Eyes glassy. What’d you smear on your face?”

“Charcoal. I bet it’s all smudged now.”

“Yeah, it is. It’s messy as fuck, and I love it. Makes you look a little crazed. A little possessed. Maybe that ghost got to you after all.”

“I think it’s this cock that’s getting to me,” I say, surprised by my own boldness.

And with that, I take him back in, determined to go deeper this time. His hard flesh slides over my tongue, inch by inch, and I force myself to keep breathing through my nose as it fills me up.

It’s a stretch. A struggle. At the halfway point, the tip pushes into my throat, and tears start welling up in the corners of my eyes. But I fight the urge to pull back, and finally, his trimmed pubes tickle my nose and his heavy balls press against my chin.

I did it. Josh is balls-deep inside of me. Every single glorious inch.

I get rewarded with a guttural groan and a fresh drip of precum sliding straight down my throat. It warms me up from the inside, and I swallow around him, tightening the space he fills.

For a moment, I just sit there on my knees, breathing, feeling, savoring the weight and heat. All those inches of pulsing cock buried in my mouth. It’s a rush. An absolute fucking rush.

Why did I ever think this wasn’t for me? Why did I force myself to think of girls all these years, when I could have had this instead?

It feels so fucking right to have a dick plugging my throat. To breathe in the heady musk of Josh’s groin. To finally surrender to what my body has been telling me for so long.

With a deep, ragged breath, I ease off, pulling back until only the tip remains between my lips. I swirl my tongue around the head, tasting every groove and bump. Then I swallow him back down, and Josh hisses.

Encouraged, I start moving faster. Bobbing up and down his cock, sucking, licking, coating him with my saliva.

The more I taste, the hungrier I get. And the wetter he gets.

Precum keeps leaking out, so much of it, and every time a new drop touches my tongue, it feels like a little shot of adrenaline straight to the brain.

I want more. I need more.

And apparently, Josh does, too.

Because his grip tightens in my hair and his hips start moving, slow at first, then faster, pumping his cock in and out of my mouth, the friction making wet, sloppy noises.

I can barely breathe, barely keep up, my face a mess of spit, charcoal, sweat, and tears, but the sight of him falling apart on my tongue is worth every bit of struggle.

His nostrils flare, his mouth hangs open, and a sheen of sweat covers his sculpted torso. The sounds he makes are fucking delicious. Grunts, groans, growls, all while his hips roll, driving that beast deep into my throat.

“Fuck, Sebas. Is this really your first time sucking cock?”

“Mm-hmm,” I hum around him.

“It doesn’t... ahh… feel like it. You’re taking me so deep. So fucking deep.”

“Mm-hmm...” is the only reply I can give him, my mouth stuffed full, his heavy balls smacking against my chin.

My jaw is starting to ache, and my lungs are screaming for oxygen, but there is no fucking way I am stopping now. Josh is getting close. I can feel his cock throbbing on my tongue. The rhythm of his thrusts faltering.

But just when he starts to shake and I think he’s about to lose it, he pulls out of my mouth.

A strand of saliva connects the tip of his cock to my lower lip, and when it breaks, it hangs in front of me, shimmering in the moonlight.

“Sorry,” he pants. “I almost came.”

I stare at him, chest heaving.

“Is that bad?”

“Fuck, no. Trust me, I’d love to finish in that sweet mouth of yours.”

He brushes a finger across my lips, then pushes it into my mouth. I suck on it obediently.

“But,” he says, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his lips, “I’d rather do it somewhere else.”