Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
We didn’t need to.
I clung to Devon as he fucked me slowly at first, then increased the speed. Our breaths mingled as we kissed one another. I began to cry out how amazing the whole thing felt, how right. I wasn’t even sure when it’d stopped being about sex, but Devon seemed to know because he gently kissed my tears and told me to just let go. For all I knew, he could have been fucking me for minutes or hours by the time my release crashed through me. It was exquisite, breath-stealing and blinding all in one. He called out my name when he came, and the sensation of his big body trembling in my arms was almost as surreal as the orgasm that had pretty much shredded me.
I was a lump when Devon pulled out of me. I was dimly aware of him going to the bathroom and returning with a washcloth to clean me up. My senses only started to return to me when we were lying in the bed with me on his chest. We didn’t talk, but Devon never stopped kissing and touching me. I found myself doing the same to him… just randomly reaching up to kiss him or run my hand along his body in gentle exploration. It wasn’t necessarily about sex, though I knew it would ultimately lead there because my body was already trying to recuperate for round two.
I had just placed a kiss against Devon’s sternum when his phone beeped. I hadn’t even noticed when he’d put it on the nightstand. He made no move to get it.
“Do you need to check that?” I asked.
Devon shook his head. “It’s Ethan. I can tell by the ringtone.”
I loved that he didn’t grab for the phone, but I also had a sense of how important his family was to him. I’d seen that in the way he’d interacted with Ethan the day before. I straddled Devon’s body and reached for the phone and handed it to him. “It might be important,” I said.
Devon’s hand rested on my thigh. He held my gaze for the longest time as he stroked my leg, then he finally looked at the phone. He started laughing, then handed me the phone.
Ethan’s text read, I can walk now. I’ll be over at 2 for “the talk.”
“What does it mean?” I asked.
“It means my brother got really lucky last night and now he’s ready for his revenge.”
“Revenge?” I asked in confusion.
Devon was rubbing both my thighs now and I could feel his dick hardening beneath my ass.
“Yeah, so Ethan came out to me before the rest of the family when he was a teenager. I felt it was my duty to explain things like safe sex and stuff to him. I’d only been with girls myself, so I wasn’t sure about how exactly things worked between two guys… I printed off these diagrams to show him and did the whole banana-condom demo. There was lots of lube involved too. Ethan told me he never ate a banana again after that,” Devon said with a chuckle.
I couldn’t help but laugh myself.
“Ethan saw the way I was looking at you yesterday and figured something was up.” Devon pumped his hips up at that exact moment and added, “No pun intended.” My own dick responded in kind. My lust began building rapidly. I quickly typed out a message on Devon’s phone, then showed it to him. He began laughing and hit send. Then he was pulling me down for a kiss. I was dimly aware of his phone beeping several times after that, but I paid it no heed. After all, I was pretty sure my message had gotten the point across and Ethan’s responding texts were ones of shock, surprise, and hopefully happiness.
Ethan, Devon no longer needs “the talk.” He has turned out to be an excellent student. Sorry, gotta go. I have a “headache.” -Sebastian
Epilogue
Devon
One Year Later
“They’re going to eat me for breakfast,” Sebastian muttered nervously as he rubbed his hands together.
“No they’re not. They’re going to love you.”
“You don’t get it, Devon. They’re the most honest of critics. If you get it wrong with them, you lose them forever.” As he spoke, Sebastian began doing some of the stretching moves that never failed to turn me on. Well, also turn me on. Hell, the man didn’t even need to be in the same room with me and I could be turned on. All it would take was the thought of him laughing or the memory of his cries of pleasure or…
“Mr. Rhodes, they’re ready for you now,” Helena called from the doorway.
“Okay, I’m coming,” Sebastian said.
He leaned in to give me a big hug, but I couldn’t help but grab him and lay one on him. He was trembling by the time I was done.