Page 48 of The Devil Takes

The first touch of his lips against my cock should not have made me gasp.

I bit my lip, then released it, forcing myself to remain stoic as Percy’s sweet pink lips wrapped around the tip of my soft dick experimentally. It jerked beneath his touch, and that movement seemed to bolster him forward, despite my command not to get me hard. He stared up at me through his lashes, a look of concentration on his face as he opened wider and let my cock slide along the slippery-hot caress of his tongue.

Wet. Hot. Tight.

Heaven.

I let him get used to it, stroking over his head as he settled, gently suckling. The longer he held me steady the more the renewed tension in his body began to bleed away as a foggy fucked-out expression overtook his handsome face.

“Better?” I murmured, unable to help myself as I thumbed over his upper lip, watching the way it threatened to twitch into a smile. His mouth was so warm, comforting almost. I hadn’t expected to like receiving this as much as I’d liked ordering him to do it. But it was most definitely pleasant. Too bad I wouldn’t get to do it again.

“Mmmm.” Percy hummed his agreement around me and the thrum of his voice made my eyes nearly roll back. I forced myself not to react, willing my cock to stay soft as I turned back to my paperwork with a quiet hum.

“I thought so.”

At first, it was hard to focus with his mouth around me. The way Percy eagerly suckled was so innocent and vulgar all at once. The way his drool dripped down my balls, his sweet little nose huffing away as he inhaled my scent directly from the source. Greedy as always.

He didn’t try to clean himself up either. He just sucked and drooled, seemingly content to let me do my work now that he had something in his mouth to play with.

Despite my resolve not to get hard, I couldn’t help the way my cock twitched every so often, like it wanted to remind Percy of how good he was being. Obedient. Sweet.

After I’d gotten somewhat used to the sensation, it was easier to work. In a strange way, Percy’s quiet focus made my own easier to grasp. I whipped through my last pages of paperwork easily, my focus only wavering every so often so I could look down and check on him between my legs.

I didn’t think I’d ever seen him so content.

There was this dazed look in his eyes that made him appear peaceful and happy, like there was nowhere else in the world he’d rather be than on his knees with my dick in his mouth.

Finally, I pushed the last of my work aside, twisting to look at him again, before I gave his hair a gentle pull to remind him who was calling the shots.

“Are you still hungry, pet?” I murmured, my dick hardening inside the tight clutch of his mouth as he blinked prettily up at me, his big thighs spread wide, the view of the slope of his muscular back all the way to his meaty ass more than a little obscene from my angle.

My fangs itched.

Percy whined, this long needy sound that had my hair standing on end and my cock standing to attention. Well, that answered that. We both knew I wasn’t talking about food.

All it took was a single glance to see that Percy was hard, his sweatpants tented eagerly, a wet spot leaking through the fabric where the fat head of his dick pressed tight. With sudden clarity, I realized he wasn’t wearing undergarments. All that stood between that wanton little cock and his pleasure was a flimsy piece of too-old fabric.

I’d been a king for longer than I could remember, but until that moment I’d never truly known what it meant to have everything.

“I can smell your slick, you know?” I murmured, wishing I had a better view of his ass. Wishing I could see if the back of his pants were as slick with his pleasure as the front.

Percy groaned low, the sound vibrating my balls and making my hips shift in an aborted fuck upward. Gods, he drove me out of my mind. Made me want to chase him. Bite him. Plow him on every available surface till his slick dripped down my sac and his cum decorated my kingdom.

“Your body calls to me,” I murmured, aware I was digging my own grave. “More honest than even you are.”

Leaning down, I cradled the back of Percy’s head, stroking along his fragile skull with purpose. My hips fucked forward again and this time I didn’t stop them, letting my sac slap against his wet chin as his lashes fluttered and he struggled to keep my growing length inside his mouth.

“Fuck me, fuck me, Haden,” I teased, pulling back to fuck forward again. “That’s what your slick begs.” Slap, slap, slap. He whined. “Fuck my wet little hole.” Fuuuck. He sucked me down, slick and eager, the blunt edges of his teeth scraping a little along my cock, though I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. “I’m so hungry.”

The noise Percy made then was the neediest thing I’d ever heard. Like he agreed with me. Like my words were just a tease, and he was begging me to follow through. I could see his cock bobbing, his own pleasure obvious, though his hands remained on top of his thighs rather than touch where we both knew he wanted to. They squeezed, and released, nails bunching up the fabric as he focused on servicing me, rather than his own pleasure..

The more he enjoyed pleasing me, the more I enjoyed fucking him.

I couldn’t help the way I ground against his face, panting, a needy growl rumbling in my chest.

This was the last time.

The last time I’d let him touch me like this.