“That’s good,” Carl cooed when he released his cock and sat back with his finger still jammed inside. “You’re so hard.”
Devon squirmed on Carl’s finger and gritted out, “I can’t come. I can’t.”
“Ah,” Carl whispered. “I think you can.”
Devon shook his head, tears pricking behind his closed lids. “I think I’m spent out. I’m too…I don’t know. I can’t.”
Carl slipped his finger free. “Wait here, baby. I’ll be back to help you.”
Devon shivered and shook, feeling weird and scared, and also as if he were still flooded with that magic they’d touched in the forest. He waited, worried and horny, and strung out on too much sex, and too much new hope—and then Carl was back with lube and a condom.
“I’ll fuck you,” Carl said, kissing Devon’s temple. “That’ll make you come for me, won’t it?”
Devon nodded, though he didn’t know for sure anymore. He might just stay caught here on this magical edge of bliss and pain, where he was aroused and needy, but couldn’t reach completion, forever.
“You’re okay,” Carl said, sliding lubed fingers into Devon.
Devon shifted so his ass was at the edge of the sofa. He pulled Carl toward him, letting his sheathed cock breach him and slide home. It was a big stretch, just like last time, and Carl hit his prostate, just like last time. But unlike last time, the end didn’t come quickly.
Devon was sweating and twisting, arching and aching, and it was only when he thought he’d never,evercome that he finally did. It punched into him like a lightning strike and wrenched him hard. He shouted, and he pumped a small load onto his stomach as Carl cooed and stroked his cock in time to his own pounding thrusts.
The moment expanded and held, and passed again, leaving him spent and wasted. Carl was still hard and moving, and Devon was a little overstimulated, but he wouldn’t ask him to stop. Not until he’d come, too.
And when Carl did reach orgasm, it was beautiful. His elfin face twisted with pleasure, his magical eyes shone so bright, and his words were all for Devon: “Fuck, I love you, baby, this is so good, I love you.”
Devon opened his mouth to say the same, but the words were punched away by Carl’s last few thrusts, and all he gave was a small, exhausted gasp. They lay together, sweaty, and still needful, despite being drained.
SUNDAY
It was afull twenty-four hours before their next orgasm.
But neither of them minded. They were far too wrapped up in their planning, and kissing, and cuddling. Their napping, and their hikes into the forest to cast more spells.
On the second trip, Carl took an index card with him, into which he’d punched a half-dozen holes. During the spell-casting, he’d burned the card, saying that his virginity was renewed, and would be forever, so long as he was only with Devon.
“Why?” Devon asked. “I thought you wanted to stop being a virgin?”
“Because I want to stayyourvirgin,” Carl said. “Your bossy, demanding virgin.” He grinned. “Besides, it just means you get to punch my v-card again and again.”
“I’d do that anyway,” Devon assured him.
“I know.”
Chapter Thirteen
“So you’ve fuckedhim six ways to Sunday, I hear,” Hope said into Devon’s ear through the tinny cell phone connection.
He cringed. “Don’t make it sound like that.”
“I’m glad, I really am,” she said, but she didn’t entirely sound it. “I mean, I’m happy that you guys clicked and all, but do you think maybe you’re going overboard with it all? Just a little?”
“Overboard? What’s that mean?” Devon asked, thinking he must be stupid, because this sudden caution from Hope was something he hadn’t seen coming. She’d been the one to set this up. She’d made them vegan pot roast!
“I mean, you’re a great guy, and it was really sweet of you to take care of his pesky problem. It meant a lot to him because he’s had a crush on you for so long. And don’t get me wrong, I know how exciting Carl can be. He’s been my best friend forever, and that’s part of what’s great about him. But you can’t seriously be considering dropping out of school to go to Los Angeles with him?”
“Why not?”
She sighed, and Devon could just imagine her pinching the bridge of her nose between her fingers. “I just think you’re letting this all go to your head. Traveling across the country with nothing? Starting fresh there with no job, no acceptance to a university? This isn’t like you.”
