Devon stood at the end of the bed, cock aimed at Carl’s chest, and jerked slowly, steadily, staring into his brilliantly blue eyes, watching him and being watched.
“You going to come for me?” Carl asked, all low and deep, with his chest still heaving. “I want it on me. All over me. Paint me.”
How had he learned to be so dirty? Such a fresh little innocent and yet so firm and filthy in what he wanted. So shameless.
“Suck it,” Devon demanded, a sudden need to get Carl’s mouth on his cock again surging through him.
“No,” Carl said, shaking his head. “Come on me, or don’t come at all.”
Where did he get these things? This natural dominance? Devon had no idea, but before he could process what to say in response, his balls seized up, his eyes rolled back, and he was shooting onto Carl’s body as Carl arched to catch it. He looked ecstatic as Devon’s cum splattered his chest and stomach, as it painted one of his nipples and splashed over his neck. Devon’s knees buckled from the force of his orgasm.
“That’s it,” Carl said reaching for Devon and pulling him down on top of him. “You’re a good boy,” he said, stroking his back. “A good teacher. A very good ass-licker.”
“Are you sure you’ve never done this before?” Devon gasped, quaking against him as they smeared their cum between their sweaty bodies. “Who taught you to talk like that?”
“I don’t know. I just want to say these things to you. I like the look on your face. I like how you can’t help but do what I tell you to do. What’s that mean? Does it mean I’m an asshole?”
“Maybe. But I think you’re a natural dom.”
“Dom? Like those guys who hurt their lovers for fun? No, I don’t think I’d like that.”
“I’m too tired right now to explain it,” Devon muttered. “Later. After we rest.”
“You’re done for today?” Carl asked, sounding a little disappointed.
Devon chuckled. “I’m sure we’re not through quite yet. But give me a minute. I’m exhausted.”
As they lay together in bed, Carl held Devon close and sniffed at his hair with affection. “You smell good,” he said. “And you’re really hot when you come, did you know? You make this face that looks like your soul’s about to leave your body.”
“Shh.”
“I’m giving you a compliment.”
“You’re hot too,” Devon muttered. “But I’m trying to sleep.”
“How am I hot?”
“Trying to sleep.”
“But how?”
“Ugh, the way you turn all pink, and you’re so bossy. It’s hot.”
Carl seemed satisfied by that because he patted Devon’s hair and said, “Rest. Later, I’ll have you fuck me.”
“After dinner.”
“Sure. And after blow jobs.”
“We’ll fuck tomorrow,” Devon murmured, sleep tugging at him. “Blow jobs tonight.”
“We’ll see,” Carl said. “We’ll just see about that.”
The next thing Devon saw was an ocean full of stars as sleep claimed him in delicious recovery.
Chapter Five
“Apot roast,”Devon said, poking at the food. “She made us a pot roast. What the hell? Who does that?”
