Then I lean forward and nip his lip, tugging it softly. “This is a bet you’re going to wish you’d never taken.”
“I can’t fathom how that’d be possible,” he says, fingers sinking into my hair.
My finger slips under his towel and with one flick, the towel drops free and hits the ground. He’s extremely well built from all of the training he does, and as his hand slides over my cock tucked in my pants, I realize I’m wasting precious time staring at him. Unless I can get him off with my eyes only, I obviously need to up my game.
His fingers trail around my cock before his lips find mine. He nips me as payback, and it makes me all the more eager when his lips part. My fingers teasingly slide down his cock as his tongue moves against mine.
Asmodeus swiftly undoes my pants and pushes them down, but my underwear is still there as a barrier. Is he purposely trying to lose this competition? He’s hard in my hand, dripping precum that I smear down the head of his cock while my thumb rubs over it.
But the way his fingers tease me makes me moan, and I decide I need to up my game when he pulls back from our kiss just to smirk at me. He’s fondling me over some fucking fabricand I’m the one moaning? His touch ghosts over me, and my body aches for him while I anticipate what’s to come. His finger dips into my underwear before briefly dancing over my cock and sliding back out.
“I feel like you don’t understand this competition. I would think you’d be eager to get my clothes off, not keep them on for as long as you can,” I say a little breathlessly.
“Oh? Big words for a man who’s aching for my touch,” he retorts, kissing my neck before sucking on it.
“Don’t you dare leave a mark. Are we sixteen?”
“I want to mark you so everyone knows you’re mine,” he says.
A jolt of sensation runs through me when he moans against my throat. I feel like I’m losing this competition, and I can’t even tell how since he’s barely touched me. And then all thoughts of me winning are washed away when he frees my cock with a warm, wet hand and I discover how fucking sensitive the buildup has made me.
Asmodeus’s fingers envelop me, making the wait worth it, and I shiver.
“Where the fuck did the lube come from?” I manage to get out, knowing I need to regain my composure.
“I slid it on the table when you were too busy looking at my ass,” he says as he waves toward the decorative table that houses a vase and some other odd shit the designer placed there.
And now it houses some lube.
His slick hand slides down my length, and I realizequite quicklythat I got far too cocky over this. Despite being the most awkward person when it comes toanytype of normal human reaction, the man has me in the palm of his hand… literally.
Since I’m close to being outdone, I pull out a trick that makes Asmodeus gasp as his head jerks up, startled. He draws back from where he’d been kissing me and turns his head to see my illusion run a wet finger between his ass cheeks. I shift my mindbetween myself and my illusion while I use it to glide a finger over his hole.
“Oh fuck,” he whispers, and I smile at him.
“What’s wrong?”
“You’re cheating,” he says as my illusion sucks and nips on his neck before I push a finger inside of him. He tilts his head back, his hand hesitating for the briefest moment on my cock, and I realize I’ve regained my lead.
I grab his leg, pulling it up so I can stroke him just right.
“You really are fucking cheating,” he complains while my four hands roam over him. It splits my focus, but when all parts of my mind are focused on him, I discover I love every second of it more than I could ever have imagined.
His hand squeezes down on the base of my cock, snapping my attention back to myself.
“I’ve noticed you can’t concentrate as well when your mind is on your cock,” he says with a mischievous grin.
My illusion has stopped stroking him and I try to focus again, but the way he’s touching me… it’s so fucking distracting.
I groan and his lips press against mine, the kiss turning fevered. I feel like I’m caught in this overwhelming bliss, and when I find that spot inside of him that makes him nearly collapse against me while he moans, I start to question if I can get enough of him. What if making him come isn’t enough? What if I turn him around, shove him against that table with the gaudy vase, and push myself deep inside of him?
His hand pushes me so close to the edge that I fight against it, but I’m not sure how much longer I can. I try to focus on making him come, but my mind has become a mess, thanks to him.
I’m lost in the world of his touch, the sounds of pleasure he makes, and how much I want to do more to him. I tuck my head against him when I come and hear him moan as he reaches hislimit. His lips find mine and I discover that I want more, but I need to stop this before something horrible comes of it.
I draw back and look down at the mess. “I’m positive you came first.”
Asmodeus grins as he raises an eyebrow. “Did I?”
