Page 12 of Under His Wings

Stroke. Push. In. Out. Stroke. Push.

“Breathe,” a voice rumbled behind me. I could feel the deep vibration where Zach was plastered to my back. His chest was rising up and down...

Oh, I forgot to breathe.

I sucked a desperate lungful of air, my head swimming, my legs trembling with the need to come while my body tried to acquiesce to this demand. I just needed a little more, a little push...

Zach’s hand left my cock.

No, no! This is the opposite of what I needed. I want more! I need—

The angel’s hand found my nipple and pinched.

My spine tried to bow away from the pain but there was nowhere to go. Except for where Zachariel wanted me to go: towards an earth-shattering orgasm as the agony of his cruel touch somehow heightened the pleasure I had already felt. It was like adding gasoline to the fire. I went up in flames like a house made out of wood.

My mouth opened in a soundless scream as I found my third release of the night. It felt as if I had barely any cum to give, drained completely empty, but the dry orgasm had a hold of my whole body, bathing me in wave upon wave of sensation until I could barely twitch, insatiate on the floor of an angel’s room, my mind one big haze.

It felt like swimming underwater. I was submerged in the feeling of complete surrender. And... accomplishment. Even as my mind refused to parse words I knew the shapes Zachariel’s mouth was making contained the words “good boy”. Maybe even “precious” or “darling”.

I let myself float, safe and content.

Chapter 7

I stretched lazily as I woke up, and nearly knocked a lamp off the bedside table, catching it before it wobbled off to the floor. Ah, right, I wasn’t at my home. I looked towards the other half of the bed but Zachariel wasn’t there. I vaguely remembered that he was cleaning me up and I dozed off in the warm bath he drew up for me. He had to bring me back here and tuck me into the bed.

A frown marred my face at how pristine the other side looked. I tossed the covers off, intending to get up. When my eyes met Zach’s I fought the urge to cover myself once more. He was standing in the doorway of the bedroom, completely clothed and ready for the day.

“Did you sleep at all?” I asked.

“I felt no need to waste my time on sleep,” Zach waved my question away.

“I see,” I said and tried to squish the voice in the back of my head which insisted the angel didn’t join me not because of his problems with nightmares but because no way an angel would want to sleep next to a demon like me. My presence was desirable for things other than sleeping and that had to be enough. “Such a shame,” I pouted and looked up at the angel from under my eyelashes. “I thought I could wake you up nicely. Very nicely,” I ran my tongue slowly over my lips, looking him straight in the eye.

“I had come to ask if you are hungry but I see the answer is yes,” Zach said with an answering twinkle in his eye. In three steps he was standing over me. “You can show me how very nice you can be. But Hellion? This time you are not getting to come.”

“What? Why?” I spluttered.

“Because I want you panting for it when you come to me next time.”

I was going to answer with a biting retort, maybe even deny I was going to come back for more, but then Zachariel opened the zipper of his pants and pulled out his cock and I was too distracted to participate in verbal sparring. My mouth salivated at the sight of his thickening length. I wanted to be the one to fully coax it to hardness so I pushed Zach’s hand aside and explored it with my fingers, both hands working in tandem to map every surface, my thumb circling the slit and scooping the precum which started to leak out, easing the way of my touches.

It was the throbbing vein at the side of his perfect cock that finally made me lean forward and taste him. I ran my tongue over this vein and traced it up the hardening length, ending with a lick to the slit at the top. I circled his frenulum and coated it with my saliva, letting the excess drip down the length. Messy blowjobs were always my favorite and I was told I was good at them. Extremely good. I really hoped it was a universal truth because I had a new mission in life; I wanted to wring sounds of wild pleasure from the angel before me. So far, my work gave me breathy huffs and slightly elevated heartbeat but that wasn’t even close to enough.

With my new conviction I decided to do this properly, so I pushed Zachariel to step backward and slid down from the bed to kneel in front of him. A rush of heat tried to overtake my cheeks at not only the position but at how I was naked and the angel was completely dressed, but I stubbornly ignored the mix of embarrassment and lust to concentrate on my mission.

“Can I?” I asked innocently, using my big, wide eyes to peer up at Zach while nuzzling his cock.

I didn’t miss the sharp intake of breath from above me.

“Say ‘please’,” Zach said.

“But my mouth is too busy,” I pouted, kissing all over his cock. “Can I?”

Zach stubbornness wavered.

“Alright.”

I hid the truly devilish grin on my face by ducking my head and licking from my lover’s balls up to the top where my prize awaited me. I placed a sloppy kiss on the head and then opened my mouth wide, swallowing Zach’s cock down.

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