The devil

There’s only one way out of this. One solution at my disposal. One way to put an end to the torment.  

“Only if you can make it come.”

He smirks. “We both know I can make it and you do whatever I want.” He licks the seam of my lips. “Open.”

When I refuse, he laughs.

The joke’s on me when I realize he’s securing my wrist.

I struggle against his hold. “No—” The moment my mouth opens his tongue strikes. Our mouths battle, dueling it out for control as he ties both my wrists together.

“Good boy.”

My breathing accelerates as he lowers his head, sucking and biting his way down my torso.

“I hate you.”

He pauses, his mouth perched right above my cock. “No, you don’t.” He gives it a kiss and I shudder. “You hate yourself for how much you enjoy it.”

He’s wrong. A mouth is a mouth. I don’t give a shit about who’s on the other side of it. The only thing I’m interested in is getting off.

“I think you got that backward.”

“Is that so?” I moan when he laps the fluid leaking from my cockhead. “Because it seems like your dick sides with me.”

“Yeah, he enjoys blow jobs.” I push my hips into his face. “But we both know you’re enjoying it way more than he ever will…because you’re obsessed with me.”

I damn near whimper when he draws the tip into his mouth. “And you love it.”

“Suck me already.”

“You don’t make the rules. I’m not doing shit until you admit how much you enjoy my attention.”

“Your attention to my dick.”

The tip of his tongue swirls around the small hole and I grunt. “Fuck.” I look down. “Make me come.”  

“Not until you tell me the truth.”

My nostrils flare. The price I’m forced to pay is hefty, but I need his reward. “Fine. I don’t mind you sucking me off. You give great head. You’re welcome to do it whenever you want.”

He licks and slurps me as though my cock were a popsicle on a hot day and he’s trying to prevent the juice from dripping all over him.

“Jesus.” My calves clench. “Feels so fucking good.”

“It will feel even better once you admit it.” Wrapping his hand around my base, he runs his tongue along the underside of my shaft. “So be a good boy and tell me how much you like it.”

“I like how good you suck me.”

“Yeah, I know you do,” he muses. “You’re practically coming down my throat already.” My balls throb when he dips his head and tugs each one into his mouth, releasing them with a wet pop. “You’re so close.”

I growl when he circles my asshole with his thumb, causing a million nerve endings to fire off at once.

“Good boys get rewarded, Cain.”

My stomach drops. I know what he wants to hear. It’s what started this whole fucked-up friendship in the first place. The thing I’ve tried not to think about…but can’t ignore.

“I like your obsession with me, Damien.”

I convulse when he takes my entire dick in his mouth, sucking me in deep, long pulls that make me moan and spasm until I’m shooting down his throat.

Crawling up my body, he motions for me to open my mouth. When I refuse, he plugs my nose, forcing my lips to part. I nearly gag when warm salty liquid floods my mouth and I have no choice but to swallow my own cum. Shame snakes up my spine when he shoves his tongue inside a second later, fucking my mouth as he jerks himself to the finish line.

“I know you do,” he rasps before he groans, and a gush of wetness hits my sac.

I’m about to ask what he means but then he says, “Because it’s awfully appealing being the object of someone’s fascination.” He rubs the liquid into my skin then shoves his finger in my mouth, making me taste him too. “Whether I’m touching you or not, we both know you’re enjoying the view from your pedestal.” His eyes bore into mine. “Otherwise you would have jumped already.”  

The next time he tries to kiss me, I let him.

Not because I’m attracted to him, and not because I pity him.

But because he’s right.

It’s nice being on someone’s pedestal for once.