Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 60851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
It was so good, but after a while it wasn’t enough. Dev wanted—needed more. Too desperate to be self-conscious anymore, he lifted his hips, pushing back against Ewan’s flickering tongue and moaning. He was rewarded by the firmer pressure of a finger circling his hole and Ewan’s breath skimmed the small of Dev’s back as he said, “You ready for this now?”
“Yes,” Dev said, breathless and needy.
Ewan teased his hole for a few moments more, dipping in and making Dev clench around him, but not giving him what he really wanted. Dev made a noise somewhere between a whine and a whimper, and Ewan chuckled. “You really want my fingers, huh?”
Dev didn’t bother to answer. He assumed it was obvious enough from the way he pushed back again and groaned in frustration.
“Okay. Let me get the lube.”
Dev was wound as tight as a spring. Every sound in the room was part of the torture. The too-slow slide of the drawer by his bed, the snick of the bottle cap, the rustle of the bedclothes as Ewan moved in behind him again, one hand firm on Dev’s hip.
“Lift up a little,” Ewan ordered.
Dev lifted. The new position left him even more vulnerable with his arse on display and his aching cock hanging heavy beneath him. He closed his eyes and let his head drop. He wanted this so much.
Ewan’s fingers were back, pressing more insistently now, and Dev’s body opened eagerly, accepting them, taking them.
It was Ewan who groaned now. “Fuck, Dev. You feel so good inside.”
Dev gripped the covers, trying to bite back a grunt of protest as Ewan pushed them in deep. Deeper than Dev could manage himself. He’d fucked himself on his dildo before, he knew he could take it as long as he relaxed, but having someone else in charge was different.
“Is that too much?” Ewan asked and stopped with his fingers buried inside Dev and one firm hand on Dev’s hip.
“No it’s… just go slow.”
“Of course. Sorry.”
Ewan kept his fingers still, allowing Dev to adjust while he smoothed his other hand up and down Dev’s back, stroking him with gentle touches that distracted him from the burn in his arse.
Dev deliberately squeezed Ewan’s fingers with his muscles, and then focused on relaxing as he exhaled in a long slow huff. “Okay,” he said.
Ewan started to move again, a barely perceptible shift at first. Dev felt exposed and raw… but then Ewan’s fingers brushed his prostate with a just-right stroke and all Dev’s misgivings burned away in a bolt of white-hot pleasure. He made an incoherent sound of approval.
“Yeah?” Ewan’s voice sounded as if he was smiling.
“Yeah,” Dev managed.
Ewan kept fingering him in slow careful strokes that got Dev perilously close to coming, even without a hand on his cock. Giving himself up, letting someone else touch him so intimately and take control of his pleasure was intense. Dev was making sounds, desperate sounds he’d be embarrassed about if he wasn’t so turned on.
“God, Dev. You’re so fucking hot. Do you think you can come like this?” Ewan asked, his voice hoarse.
He sounded almost as desperate as Dev felt. “I don’t know… maybe? I’ve done that with my dildo a couple of times, but I usually jerk off as well because I get impatient.”
“Jesus,” Ewan muttered, still fucking Dev with his fingers.
“What?”
“Just imagining it. Fuck, Dev. I want to see you do that.”
“I could show you.” With the mind-melting sensation of Ewan’s fingers stroking his prostate, there wasn’t much Dev wouldn’t agree to do for Ewan at that moment.
Dev hadn’t realised Ewan meant right then. It wasn’t until Ewan carefully withdrew his fingers, making Dev gasp at the loss, that he grasped Ewan’s intention.
“Where is it?” Ewan asked.
“In a box under my bed.” Dev twisted around to look at Ewan. His face was flushed and his pupils blown wide. “It’s got a combination lock.”
Dev rolled onto his back and bit his lip while Ewan got the box. Dev’s mind was racing.
Am I really going to do this? Do I want to?
His body cried out for it. His arse was empty without Ewan’s fingers, and the dildo would feel even better. Fingers were good because they belonged to someone else, but they were kind of bony and had unpredictable fingernail edges. The soft give of the toy was more forgiving and would be easier to fuck himself with—or to be fucked with.
The dirty grin on Ewan’s face as he put the box beside Dev was the deciding factor. That and Ewan’s rock-hard dick, which made Dev wonder how it would feel to get fucked by that instead of by a silicone one.
Next time.
“What’s the code?” Ewan asked.
Dev hesitated for just a fraction of a second before replying. “Zero six nine.”
Ewan snorted. “How original for a sex-toy storage box. Nobody would ever crack that, Dev.” He opened the box and lifted out the blue dildo, stroking it admiringly. “It really is a beauty.”