Devlin and Garrick by Cameron Dane (best big ereader TXT) 📗

Fuck. Heat burned red right down Garrick’s flesh. I’m no poet. “I meant for it to sound nice. Christ.” Garrick’s breath caught as Devlin stripped out of the last of his clothes. Garrick took his fill of the specimen before him; Devlin was perfect everywhere he looked. “You were solid before,” he ran his hands all over Devlin’s upper body, mapping ropey lines in a way he’d been too frantic to do last night, “but five years has turned your body into something exquisite.”

Twin dots of red in Devlin’s cheeks mirrored back to Garrick. “Thank you. It’s the firefighter training.” He looked openly too, studying Garrick all over, making Garrick’s cock twitch toward his belly button under the scrutiny. “I loved that massive guy in San Francisco.” Devlin ran the flat of his hand down the centerline of Garrick’s torso and then back up to curl around his biceps. “But I love this man too.” He held onto Garrick’s arms and swayed them together. “He definitely feels like someone I can put my arm around when we’re out getting groceries, or someone whose shoulder I can rest my head on when we go to the movies.” Devlin wiggled against Garrick’s front, rubbing their cocks against one another in a way that flooded Garrick with seed. “Or just someone I can burrow in real close to in the winter when it’s freezing cold.”

“Jesus.” Garrick didn’t know whether to come or cry. His dick pushed with purpose into Devlin’s stomach and answered for him. “The thought of grocery shopping has never made me so hard.”

That mischievous twinkle reentered Devlin’s eyes. “I remember all the other ways to get you rock-solid too.” He walked them backward to the couch and shoved Garrick down onto it. “I believe you said something about my loving to give a blowjob?” Devlin dropped to his knees and yanked Garrick’s hips to the edge of the couch. “Never gave better head than the first night I brought you back to my motel room.”

“I don’t know.” Garrick remembered any number of award-worthy moments in San Francisco that involved Devlin’s mouth on his prick. “There was that time in the shower that was pretty good too.”

While looking right up at Garrick, eyes open wide, Devlin went down on Garrick and swallowed the full length of his cock in one swoop, stealing Garrick’s voice. And his mind too.

Garrick bucked and then grabbed his balls, but Devlin batted his hand away and took over the job himself. Only, Devlin fucking massaged the incredible, tormenting weight pulling at Garrick’s nuts, rather than put a clamp on it, and it drove Garrick nearly insane with the heightened sensation. Devlin bobbed up and down Garrick’s shaft with wet suction, and each time he circled up and teased the rim with the tip of his tongue, he gently squeezed Garrick’s balls at the same time.

“Damn it... Damn it...” Garrick prayed for the willpower not to come and end this perfect act so fast. “Jesus, beautiful.” He buried his hand in Devlin’s hair, and through half-slitted eyes watched the man blow and fondle him. So fucking beautiful.

Devlin had the sexiest mouth Garrick had ever known; seeing it stretched wide around Garrick’s cock, working full, strong, mind-altering pulls from root to tip, had Garrick spreading his legs even wider and pushing his hips up for more. Devlin swirled his tongue around the tip and across the slit, moaning as he did it, and shimmered the most glorious vibrations straight down Garrick’s prick to his nuts.

“Ohhh fuck.” Garrick twisted the handful of Devlin’s hair he gripped in his hand, and hissed as his cock disappeared all the way into Devlin’s mouth again. “You’re amazing.”

Devlin sucked even harder, and Garrick clenched his jaw against the pleasure, focused on the pale eyes watching every reaction he gave. Unable to look away, Garrick grew painfully rigid and thick with each swipe of Devlin’s mouth or tongue. Sweat filmed Garrick’s flesh and soaked the hair at his nape, and he thought he might pass out if he didn’t let himself come.

His muscles went tight and the tingling in his balls started pulling and creeping up his spine. Garrick whimpered and his voice went raspy. “Devlin...”

Devlin grabbed Garrick’s sac and whipped his mouth off Garrick’s cock. “Not yet.” He openly looked up and down the length of Garrick’s body, which in turn heated Garrick’s skin and turned his cock harder still. “Turn over.” Devlin helped Garrick shift to his knees, facing away from Devlin. Garrick braced himself on the back of the couch and pressed his cheek into the cool plaster of the wall.

A strange vulnerability attacked Garrick as Devlin’s body heat went away and cool air grazed his scorching skin, leaving him chilled.

Just when Garrick didn’t think he could take the loss a second longer, Devlin covered Garrick from behind, creating a human blanket for Garrick that chased away the cold. The man dipped down and put his mouth at Garrick’s ear. “You’re not coming until every inch of my dick is smothered deep inside you.” He sank his tongue into Garrick’s ear as he wedged a soft plastic tube under his palm. “Keep that for me.”

Garrick opened his hand and glanced down. Lube. He hadn’t even thought about that.

A whispery-soft brush of lips moved down the side of Garrick’s neck to his shoulder and stayed there for a moment to suck on Garrick’s skin.

“I didn’t see any stuff in your medicine cabinet last night.” Devlin offered that explanation as he kissed his way across Garrick’s upper back, inducing more shivers. “I went out and bought a new one before I came back. I hoped we would need one here.”

“I hope we’ll need lots. Ohhh yes...”

Devlin licked right down the center of Garrick’s spine to the small of his back, and Garrick groaned low in his throat in response. Each licking kiss from Devlin--that went back up Garrick’s spine in reverse and then traced every point across Garrick’s back--conjured additional throaty noises