Oh, boy. This was not going to end well for Damon’s clothes. But as I jerked off for him, it got harder and harder to care about laundry, especially with the flow of dirty talk he kept up. I leaned over with one hand on his strong shoulder, and he played with my nipples as we both watched my hand.
“You’re so pretty,” he cooed at me, and let go of one nipple to flick the head of my cock, making me curse at him. “Come on, Blakely, the sooner you shoot, the sooner you get to have my dick in your mouth again. We both know that’s what you really want.”
Fuck. My grip on his shoulder tightened so hard that he winced, and I hit the inevitable slide into orgasm. Desperately, I pointed my dick at his, trying to get close enough so that the splatter would stay contained, but it was a losing battle. I managed to splash most of it right on his junk, but more than one spurt landed wide.
“You know your ass is gonna pay for that later,” Damon sighed, smearing my jizz all over his cock, and coating his balls with it too. “But we both know you like that. Don’t you, Blakely?”
I gave a breathless chuckle. “I do, sir. I do.”
“Mouth. Now.”
I sank back to my knees and gave him a long, careful tonguing, licking up the warm, gooey mess I’d made of him. His dick didn’t take long to fill out again, and after I’d sucked his sack clean, he let me blow him again, not so deep this time.
I liked a challenge, but I liked taking my time even more. His cock in my mouth was the ultimate pacifier. He was dead right: I’d been made for this, and whenever I was sucking him, I felt a profound peace that flooded all through me.
I felt that peace all afternoon as he let me suck him as long as I liked, the warm fire at my back, and him, filling up all my senses.
“You’re right,” I said, once we’d managed to clean off his jeans later on. I’d spent a long time with his cock in my mouth, and my jaw throbbed painfully. But it was well worth it.
“Right about what?” he asked, inspecting the jeans again. With a shrug, he threw them aside and started to pull on his suit pants instead. It was getting close to dinnertime.
“We can’t own up now. It’d make things really difficult for Jonny, and I don’t wanna screw up his big day. Let’s just…keep on keeping on. Down the track, maybe, we can all have a laugh about it.”
Down the track, I repeat to myself. Down the track, maybe Damon and I could even have something real.
“Whatever you want, Ty. I’m just glad to be out of New York right now.”
Oh. Right.
I was riding so high on my sex feels, so caught up in the moment, that I’d completely forgotten: Damon was only at the wedding to avoid his ex.
“Happy to be of service,” I said lightly. Shut up, you, I added silently, to whatever it was squirming around painfully inside me.
Damon was an amazing Dominant and a good friend and a really decent guy, but that…
That was all.
Chapter 8
Damon
Dinner that night was up at the house again, another buffet affair. I went tieless again, and Blakely allowed it, since I’d already broken that taboo the night before. Besides, the stag party was afterward, and I’d been encouraged to take a coat and boots to change into.
This night I took more care to eat only from the plates marked vegan—and I had to admit, I didn’t feel like I was missing out, despite Tyler’s guilty face every time I reached past the bacon puffs for the facon puffs.
I noticed, too, that Tyler shepherded me away from the LA group so that we mingled more with strangers, got to know people. It was an odd mix—Jon and Cooper’s friends and family tended to be polar opposites—but more than one person was from New York, so at least I had that as a topic of conversation.
At one point, though, I left Tyler chatting to some tech guru from Boston, and I went in search of more food. The buffet had been well-stocked the entire night, but the crowd around it had thinned considerably now. I looked over the vegan selections again, but right next to it was a fresh tray of bacon puffs.
I glanced over my shoulder. No one was around.
Surely I could have one little taste, just to compare to the vegan version…
The bacon puff was in my mouth before another second had passed, and damn, it was good. But as I turned around, still chewing, I came face-to-face with a glaring blond guy.
I swallowed hard. “Uh, hi Tristan.” I wiped off my guilty hand quickly on the napkin.
“Jon said you were vegan.”
