He nodded, silent, and licked his lips.
“Good.” I pressed a kiss just below his belly button before trailing further down, smiling to myself as I found him already hard.
Thatwas flattering.
The heat of Devin in my mouth was exactly how I’d imagined it, the needy, strangled noise above me, the tiny jerk of his hips, fingers clenching against my scalp, one hand trailing down to cup the back of my head.
Devin wasstunningin pleasure. I suddenly understood a whole lot of poetry I’d thought was a little over the top.
It hadn’t been. I knew exactly how they felt now.
I swallowed down the urge to tell Devin so, to whisper love against his skin, to recite him all the prettiest words I could remember for what this felt like, how much it meant to me.
“You’re so good to me,” he murmured, fingers tightening against my scalp.
“Always,” I promised, pressing a kiss to the silk-soft skin of his inner thigh, breathing in the scent of him, trailing up to where hereallywanted my mouth.
Clean skin and heat filled my senses as I leaned in, the tang of precome hitting my tongue as I licked a stripe up the length and then toyed with the head, teasing, drawing this out just a little.
I didn’t want to keep him up for hours, but a handful of seconds could be just as agonizing when you were desperate.
Devin’s legs spread wider under me, one knee hitching up. He could barely stop shifting restlessly as I played with him, rolling his balls in my hand, circling the base of his cock and watching up close as a heavy drop of precome welled up at the end, swelled to bursting, and then rolled down the neat, perfect length of his shaft.
“Pretty,” I murmured, nuzzling him, and then swallowing down every inch I could take in one movement.
Devin cried out as his cock nudged the back of my throat, fingers clenching again, the thigh hitched up beside my ear tensing so hard he could’ve hurt himself.
He’d relax after this, and what he needed right now was to relax. He’d been pacing and fidgeting all night.
I closed my eyes, working my throat around him, listening to the needy little sounds he made and skimming my free hand down my stomach, squeezing my own cock for relief.
Devin didn’t need much. He was gasping for breath within a minute, almost howling seconds later, and the wicked thought that he was going to wake Brad in the next cabin over made me smile, humming around his cock and earning myself a real howl this time, both of Devin’s hands cupping the back of my skull.
“So good,” he panted. “Please, Morgan, I need—ah—”
A hot wave washed over me as Devin finished in my mouth, urgency moving my hand to jerk myself off while I swallowed around him, hearing him whimper and feeling him squirm under me as he rode it out.
I came with a cut-off gasp before he was even finished, hissing at the sudden rush of sensation, dizzy and spent.
By the time I crawled back up the bed, Devin was fast asleep, snoring softly.
“Sweet dreams,” I murmured, brushing his hair back, a wave of tenderness washing over me. “You’re gonna kick ass tomorrow.”
20
Devin
A fat raindrophit me right in the eye as I stepped out of the cabin, making me back up a step in surprise so I collided with Morgan’s solid chest.
He put his hands out to steady me, holding me in place for a moment.
“I’m not sure you oughta compete today,” he said.
“You coming, or what?” Brad called, standing by his SUV and checking the straps on both our kayaks. We’d agreed to take his car, since it’d been raining non-stop and Morgan’s van wasn’t equipped to deal with the muddy trails.
Marta was planning to follow with Julie, since she still needed to see this through to the end—she was in charge of the photos and report for the company blog, and now that she couldn’t come home with a trophy, she needed to make surethatwas good.
Chris and Alex were taking advantage of the free day to hole up in their cabin and screw like bunnies, I assumed.
