“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” he grits out, panting.
I pull back immediately. “Did I hurt you?”
He shakes his head violently. “Don’t fucking stop, put your mouth back on me.”
Oh.
I comply happily, sucking him into my mouth as I pull on his sac. He arches up on a shout, and suddenly my mouth is filled with cum. He stays like that—stiff, arched, and shaking—for several seconds.
“God-fucking-dammit,” he says, flopping back on the pillows as he drags his arm over his eyes. “I can’t believe I just did that.”
I wipe my mouth, smiling like a jackass. “I thought ittakes a long time to come while wearing a cage,” I say, mimicking his deeper voice.
He moves his arm and glares at me. “Thisis what I was talking about. I’m adisaster. Haven’t been touched in so long that I pop off like a rocket. And I haven’t even touched you yet. Not the way I want to.” He grimaces, reaching down to rub the muscles that pull on his bad knee.
“You okay?”
He nods. “Yeah…it’s just, tensing up like that pulls on the skin, which pulls on the muscle…”
“Which pulls on the knee.”
I hold up a finger and go out to the kitchen, grabbing a bag of frozen vegetables. Gentle as I can, I lay the bag over his hurt knee. “Is that helpful?”
He nods, still gritting his teeth.
I scooch in on the other side and snuggle up against him, careful not to jostle him too much.
“I told you. I’msobad at this.”
I reach over and flick his nipple.
“Ouch! What the hell, Odd?”
“Stop ruining my moment of glorious triumph!”
“What about that was triumphant in the slightest?”
I turn on my side, facing him, my grin a shit-eater if ever there was one. “First, using a cock cage is kinky as fuck, and I can’t believe I’ve never played with one until just this moment. Second, you said it’d be difficult for you to come while wearing it, but since you prematurely ejaculated all over yourself,” I say, ignoring his aggrieved groan, “I have to assume that I’m fuck-hot and you couldn’t help but nut the second my lips touched you.”
“I thought you were the quiet, humble twin.”
I throw my head back and laugh, releasing the last of the pain I’ve been carrying around in my chest. “Anyonelooks quieter and humbler next to my brother. I am still my mother’s son, and false modesty would never do in the House of Bash.”
DeShaun looks over at me with a severely arched eyebrow. “It’s just…I like to think that I have good control in bed. Or, at least, I used to be able to make a man squirm.”
The corner of my mouth curves into a grin. “Do tell. How would you make me squirm, Mr. Blaylock?”
He shudders. I think he enjoys being called Mr. Blaylock. Taking another breath, he pins me with a look. “I’d take my time. Put my mouth all over you. Lick every corner and crevice of you, so when I get lonely, all I have to do is remember how you smell right here,” he says, tracing the line from my groin to my hip.
“I like the sound of that. Say more.”
“Your nipples are tiny. They make me want to put nipple suckers on you. Increase the suction a little at a time, get them nice and fat and sensitive.”
I take my stiff cock in hand and give myself a lazy stroke. “Tell me, D—which do you prefer, the suckers you squeeze and apply or the ones you twist?”
“I have both, but I prefer the ones that you twist,” he says, letting his knuckles drift over the nipples in question while I continue to stroke myself, adding spit to slick my way.
“I’ve never used that kind. Will my nipples go back to their regular size once you’re done with them?”
