“Mm,” Carl said, licking the head of Devon’s cock and sucking at the slit. “Tastes so good.”
Devon almost shouted with despair and arousal when he realized Carl was milking him and eating the cum as it leaked out. He didn’t want to be milked, he wanted to shoot his load. But Carl worked his prostate with a deliberate rhythm that made Devon pulse with need and release streams of pre-cum, but he didn’t suck him hard or deep enough to let him get off.
“Please,” he whispered. “I want to stop if you don’t let me come. I meant it. Please, Carl. Please.”
Carl looked up, concern in his eyes, and he said, “Of c-course. I’m s-sorry. I was pl-playing.”
“Just. Make. Me. Come.” Devon gritted out. “Make. Me.”
“Yeah, okay,” Carl said, working Devon’s prostate even harder and taking hold of the base of his cock with his other hand. He opened his mouth and started sucking the head, sweet and perfect, twirling his tongue the way Devon had told him he liked, and…
“Yes!” Devon cried, arching so hard that his back cracked, and came with powerful, hard spurts that made tears rise in his eyes. “Fuck! Thank you! Fuck!”
Carl sucked him dry before easing him down, pulling his fingers free only when Devon’s twitches shifted from pleasurable aftershocks to discomfort.
“Sorry,” Carl said, snuggling up to Devon on the bed.
Devon’s asshole felt like the center of the universe, and his brain like a no-man’s land. The usual scenario reversed.
It vaguely occurred to Devon that Carl was apologizing for something. For the weekend? For fucking him? For what? He didn’t know now. He was buzzing with afterglow, his entire soul blissed out, and his nerve-endings singing hallelujah.
“Mm?” he managed.
“Sorry I made you want to stop.”
“Stop?” Devon asked. He had no memory of wanting to stop, or of anything aside from sheer ecstasy leading up to an obliterating orgasm, and some sweet, tender memories of Carl’s expression as he’d pushed into Devon for the first time. Pleasure had wiped the rest clean. “Never stop.”
Carl huffed. “You said you’d want to stop if I didn’t let you come.”
Devon nodded. Hehadsaid that hadn’t he? And coming had been so good, so he was glad he’d demanded it. “Yeah,” he murmured, “But you don’t need to apologize for it. I’m fine. We’re fine.”
“Just now, you said ‘never stop,’” Carl said, nuzzling at Devon’s hair and kissing his temple. “Do you mean it? You want to fuck me beyond this weekend?”
Devon shuddered. He couldn’t imagine not fucking Carl again. “Yes.”
“So you’ll come to L.A.?”
“I don’t know?” Devon wasn’t going to commit to that while he was shaking from sex. No way. “Later. We’ll talk later.”
Carl cuddled close and Devon felt his gaze as he drifted off but couldn’t keep himself from falling asleep. He knew Carl was watching, and he hoped he didn’t drool, but if he was going to move in with him in L.A., then Carl was gonna see a lot about Devon.
A little drool was no big deal in the scheme of things.
Chapter Ten
“Yeah, he’s great,”Carl said, his voice low as Devon drifted back into consciousness.
Carl stood outside the bedroom door, probably so as not to disturb Devon with his phone call, though he’d left it cracked open, so Devon could hear every word.
“I don’t know if he’ll really come with me, but I hope he does,” Carl said to whoever he was talking with. Devon assumed it was Hope.
He sat up, putting on a pair of sweatpants and standing just behind the door, listening some more.
“What is love, really?” Carl scoffed. “I mean, sure I’ve been half in love with him for years, but I’m not idiot enough to believe that he’s in love with me just because the sex has been amazing. Yes, amazing. Like wow, Hope, did you know how good sex was? You’ve been holding out on me.”
He huffed a laugh. “Well, that guy was a prick, and I can’t believe you let him fuck you. So of course it sucked. What about Rowan, though? Surely, he was able to make you come? No? Oh, babe, you need to find someone who can make you come like Devon makes me come.”
He grew quiet as Hope talked. “Well, what about Gabby Schaeffer? Rumor amongst the LGBT group at school was that she could make girls come apart with her tongue.” He huffed. “Well, stop being so straight! It’s ruining your sex life!”
