Page 39 of The Deviation
“Cal, babe,” he pants, “so you know, I’m kind of on a hair trigger right now.”
“Is that so?” Wicked delight fills me as I look up at his face. The heavy eyelids and parted lips. Leaning in, I blow a gentle breath of air over his shaft, smiling when he whimpers. Next, I lick the broad flat of my tongue along him, from root to tip, before closing my lips around the weeping head to suck gently. The taste of him fills my mouth and my eyes roll back in my head as I groan with blissful abandon.
“Fuuuck.” Johnny snatches away from me. I open my eyes to see him staring at me with stark hunger. “I need you to be naked,” he says, yanking off the last of his clothing, “like, right now.”
As I scramble to follow his instructions, he opens the drawer of his bedside table and pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom. An eager smile leaps onto my face. “Looking to fuck me again, are you?”
He stills for a moment, licks his lips, before his brown gaze finds mine once more, a little shy this time. “Actually, I was hoping you’d fuck me.”
I damned near swallow my tongue and my cock throbs in anticipation, but I force myself to tamp down on the happy. Reaching out, I tug him onto my lap until his long legs straddle mine. “Johnny, are you sure? It’s fast for you.”
“Yeah, it is… kind of fast.” His whole body quivers, a nervous energy coursing through his limbs. “But if tonight is all we have…” He pauses, takes a deep breath before continuing. “You were my first kiss, Cal.” His lips brush mine in recollection. “I moved inside you first.” His hips begin to roll, sliding his partially softened erection along my still achingly hard length. His thumb under my chin tilts my head back so our gazes lock. Any hesitation I may have seen there earlier is gone. “I want all my firsts to belong to you.”
The satisfaction blossoming deep in my chest wars with the idea of Johnny choosing another lover after me—male or female. And he will. If not soon, then eventually. I don’t expect him to become a monk because we can’t be together. When it happens, I’ll have to find a way to be okay with it, even when I’m forced to see them together. No matter what, I want him to be happy.
But tonight, this moment, is ours. I want every first he’s willing to give me. I’ll make this good for him; good enough a small part of him will be mine forever.
I push myself up to stand with his legs still around my waist. Turning, I put a knee on the mattress and lay him out across the bed. I trail slow, wet kisses down his torso, paying extra attention to his nipples, his abdominal muscles, the insides ofhis thighs, before I refocus my attention on his now rock-hard cock. It’s only when he’s languid with desire and moaning his need that I sit up between his parted thighs to grab the bottle of lube. “I’m gonna be so gentle with your pretty virgin arse.” The words come out drenched in sin with a playful hint of tease.
Johnny releases a laugh, slightly manic but all joy. “My arse isn’t a total virgin, you know. Straight couples can indulge in arse play, too. Especially when one partner has certain… curiosities.” He winks at me. “I have the dildos to prove it.”
Chuckling, I climb back up his body to lower my full weight on top of him. His arms come around me, fingertips caressing my back from my nape all the way down to the curve of my arse.
“Johnny, my sweet baby bi,” I murmur in his ear, “have you ever had the pleasure of a man’s fully erect cock stroking in and out of you, nailing your prostate on every thrust?”
His fingers clutch tighter, and he rolls his hips to increase the friction between us. “Not yet.”
“That makes you virgin enough for me.” I bite down on his neck to reinforce my claim before returning to my previous position between his thighs.
He watches me spread the slick lube over my palms and fingers with glazed eyes. “Give it to me, Cal,” he says, roughly. “Make me feel it.”
The urge to bury myself inside him right then and there has me gritting my teeth in restraint. I will make Johnny come first if my balls turn a bright and lurid blue in the process.
Bending over, I suckle the tip of his cock, teasing and coaxing until his hips lift off the bed in search of more. I groan as I draw him deeper, allowing the vibrations to envelop him while I fondle his balls. He whimpers quietly, clawed fingers sinking into my hair. Oh yeah, my gorgeous Johnny is going to come apart for me, piece by delicious piece.
Reaching down with my free hand, I trace his crease before settling my middle finger over his hole. He tightens reflexively, breath stuttering inside his chest. Adding a little pressure, I massage his opening with slow strokes until he begins to relax. After a final cheek-hollowing suck on his rigid length, I rise to capture his mouth in a deep, wet kiss. My tongue strokes his in time to the movement of my fingers between his arse cheeks. A string of sexy little noises escapes his lips while he rides my fingers, all but begging me to come inside.
When he reaches for his cock, I shake my head before he manages a single stroke. “Oh no, you don’t. There are too many things I want to do to you before you come.”
“Do it,” he says with a gasp, reaching for me instead. “Anything, please. I need—”
I cut him off by sliding a finger past the ring of muscles that have been tempting me half-way to oblivion. His back arches and his mouth falls open in a silent scream.
Slowly, carefully, I work him over. One finger becomes two, then three. Everything I am is focused on his pleasure. Reading his responses, following where he leads. His writhing body is a paradise for my greedy mouth and thrusting fingers, every hot and aching inch of me.
When I finally force myself to withdraw, Johnny cries out in dismay. “Please, no, don’t stop.” He starts to sit up, his mouth chasing mine as his arms reach for me.
“Not stopping,” I assure him as I tear open the condom wrapper. “Need to be inside you.” The moment I’m ready, I push him back down flat on the bed, spreading his legs wide to apply a large dollop of fresh lube. “Pull your legs up against your chest.”
His compliance is immediate and the sight of him, offering himself to me with such openness, has my cock throbbing in excitement. Wrapping a slick hand around my eager flesh, I pause to take a deep, steadying breath. I lower myself over him,brushing my lips back and forth across his, breathing his air as I rub my weeping tip against his newly stretched hole. “You’re perfect,” I whisper, unable to hold anything back. “My Johnny.”
“Yes.” The quiet word urges me on. Restless hips lift in invitation. “Need you.”
I press against his opening, increasing the pressure, little by little. His breathing speeds up, even as his body strains to accept mine.
“That’s it, baby,” I croon in his ear. “Bear down for me. Let me in.” His back arches and he opens suddenly, allowing the head to slide past the ring of tight muscle.
His eyes snap open and every part of him goes still. “Oh,” he gasps, his breaths short and sharp. “Oh, wow.” Wonder flickers over his face, his gaze holding tight to mine. “You’re so… holy fuck… I can’t…” His hips move in slight, jerky motions, as if his body can’t decide if it wants more or less of me. “Cal, I want… I want…”