Paul’s gaze strayed to Devin’s cock, so clearly outlined by the stretchy material of his boxer briefs, and Paul ached with the need to touch Devin at last.
“I want to do it,” he said, reaching out to Devin with both hands.
Devin sifted his fingers through Paul’s hair. “You can have anything you want.”
Paul closed his eyes briefly, savoring the feel of Devin’s fingers in his hair. It had been so long since he’d enjoyed such simple intimacies, and he’d missed them more than he realized.
“Good to know,” he said, sliding his arms around Devin’s waist and pulling him closer. “What I want right now is this.” Paul leaned against Devin and nuzzled his cheek against Devin’s warm, bare skin, breathing in the scent of sandalwood and clean male. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmured, closing his eyes as he gave in to his long-suppressed need for closeness and contact.
Devin continued stroking Paul’s hair. “So are you,” he said. “I’ve met hundreds of men on thePearlin the past six months, and you’re the only one who has tempted me. The only one who makes me want to bare myself and beg you to take me.”
Paul tilted his head back so he could look up at Devin, surprised by that revelation. “I don’t understand why,” he said, sliding his fingers under the waistband of Devin’s boxer briefs. “But I won’t question my good luck.”
“I consider it my good luck too,” Devin replied. He drew in a breath as Paul’s fingers brushed his skin. “I’m choosy. It runs in the family.”
“Does it?” Paul pushed the boxer briefs down by sliding his palms along the firm curve of Devin’s ass, ending with a playful grope. “Lucky me.”
Devin wriggled against Paul’s hands and grinned. “Oh, you’ll get lucky, if I have anything to say about it,” he drawled. Then he slid his underwear farther down, baring his cock to Paul’s sight. “And so will I.”
“You’re right,” Paul said, unable to resist the need to touch. He curled his fingers around Devin’s cock and brushed his thumb back and forth across the tip. “On both counts,” he added, smiling wickedly.
Devin gasped and grabbed Paul’s shoulders, holding on as though Paul’s touch was making him unsteady. “Oh, God… that feels good.”
Holding Devin’s gaze, Paul brought his thumb to his lips and licked it. “You taste good. I want more,” he said, and then he leaned in and drew Devin’s cock into his mouth, wanting to make Devin moan, to give him pleasure, to see him lost in ecstasy.
“You’re going to kill me,” Devin moaned. A flush rose on his skin, and he began to breathe harder, his grip on Paul tightening as a shudder ran through his body.
That’s the idea, Paul thought, but he didn’t want to give up Devin’s cock long enough to voice the thought aloud. He hadn’t forgotten all his old blowjob skills, and he used every trick he knew to drive Devin to the edge—tonguing the underside, humming, teasing Devin’s balls—before backing off. As much as he hoped he would get to do this again, he didn’t want to miss his chance to enjoy Devin as thoroughly as possible in case he didn’t.
It was obvious Devin was holding back, as though also reluctant for things to end too quickly. He drew in another deep breath, and gazed down at Paul with a look of dazed pleasure. “You’ll have to teach me how to do that.”
“I’ll be glad to teach you and let you practice too,” Paul said, squeezing Devin’s hips gently. “Do you want more?”
“Of course I want more, but I want to give you pleasure too,” Devin replied. He caressed Paul’s cheek. “I want to make you feel good. I want to see you lost in pleasure and know it’s because of me.”
The words made Paul’s heart cry out with longing, even though he knew it was foolish. He gazed up at Devin, and when he spoke, his voice was low and husky. “What do you want right now?”
“I want to touch you all over,” Devin said. “I want to stroke you and taste your skin. I want to find all the places that make you beg for more.”
And there it was. The moment Paul had dreaded and probably on some level had been trying to delay. But he couldn’t avoid it any longer short of walking out, which he didn’t want to do. He drew in a deep breath and released it slowly, trying to calm his nerves.
“Okay,” he said. “Go ahead. I’ll let you.”
Devin leaned down to brush his lips to Paul’s forehead. “Thank you. You can trust me, Paul. I would never do anything to hurt you.”
Paul wanted to believe Devin—wanted to trust again—and that motivated him to pull his polo shirt over his head and toss it aside. As soon as it was off, he felt exposed and vulnerable even though his upper body wasn’t as scarred. A couple of scars snaked up from beneath the waistband of his khaki pants, and his skin was pale from lack of sun. He used to be tan almost all over from spending so much time outside.
“Step one,” he said, trying to sound much lighter than he felt.
But despite his fears, there was nothing save admiration in Devin’s dark eyes, and he drew in a breath as he trailed his hands downward, stroking Paul’s neck and shoulders. “I like what I see,” he said huskily. Holding Paul’s gaze, he knelt in front of Paul with a wicked smile. Then he closed his lips over one of Paul’s nipples and sucked lightly.
Paul clutched Devin’s shoulders, a soft hiss of pleasure escaping him. “Feels good,” he murmured.
Devin’s hum of acknowledgment vibrated against Paul’s skin, and then Devin gave equal attention to his other nipple. Devin put his hands on Paul’s thighs, stroking him through the fabric of his khakis, before sliding them up higher, wrapping his arms around Paul and skimming his nails lightly down the skin of Paul’s back. Paul arched against Devin’s hands, seeking more. He hadn’t enjoyed the luxury of skin on skin for so long, and now his body was waking up and realizing how touch-starved it was.
Devin caressed Paul, alternating strokes of his palms with the sharper sensation of his nails. Then he caught Paul’s nipple between his teeth and tugged before laving it with his tongue.
“You can be a little rough if you want,” Paul said, tightening his grip on Devin’s shoulders. “I like it.”
