Page 32 of Angel

“Let’s move things to the bedroom,” Sebastian says, as he and Christian start carrying equipment from the kitchen.

Rhys gently tucks me back into my underwear, then gracefully rises to his feet. He’s wearing a soft smile, but there’s a hint of distance in his eyes. I hesitate, stopping myself from kissing him the way I want to.

He seems super into all this, eager and enthusiastic. But who am I kidding? Rhys is a professional, and this is all pretend. Of course he seems into it. It’s his job to make it look convincing. That doesn’t mean he wants to kiss me when the camera isn’t trained on us. This is nothing more than an act.

I tamp down the unexpected disappointment rising inside me and let Rhys lead me into the bedroom.

It’s pretty basic in there. A double bed sits against one wall with small nightstands on either side. The dresser that sat in the corner has been moved out to the living room to make space for one of the big lights sitting on a tall tripod. Generic art hangs on the walls.

I have to duck underneath a light and skirt around a camera to get to the bed. Once there, I gulp at the sight.

There’s absolutely nothing special about the bed. The pillows and bedspread are covered in white linen. And that’s it. Except it’s where I’ll be having sex for the very first time. Well, like, full-on sex. With a guy. With anyone. And it’ll all be caught on camera.

My stomach feels all unsettled and weird. But that’s becoming pretty normal whenever I’m around Rhys. He does things to me that I don’t understand. Things that are way outside of my comfort zone, and yet don’t scare me nearly as much as they should. Things that feel inevitable, that feel almost right.

“Angel, if you can stand right here.” Sebastian points to a spot next to the bed. “Rhys will lead you through the scene, okay? Just let him do his thing.”

Rhys gives me a wink. “You good?”

I nod and stand where Sebastian wants me, not sure where to look or what to do with my hands. I shift on my feet, wipe my palms on my jeans, and try to ignore how fast my heart is beating.

Sebastian calls action.

“Keep your eyes closed,” Rhys says, voice airy and light. “I’ll take good care of you. You’re gonna have the best orgasm of your life.”

My dick twitches at his promise and I slam my eyes shut so I won’t accidentally peek.

His hands go to the waistband of my jeans, which are still undone from earlier. He pushes them down, along with my underwear, until they’re pooled around my ankles.

He slips his hands under the hem of my tank, fingernails scraping lightly over my stomach and up to my chest. The shirt rides up and with a quick tug, he pulls it up and over my head. The fabric is caught around my shoulders. The plaid shirt I’m wearing over it has fallen halfway down my arms. I’m all tangled up in my clothes and yet fully exposed from chin to shins.

“Goddamn…” Rhys whispers, as his fingernails trail over my body. He’s gentle, but the light scrape still leaves lines of fire in its wake.

Across my chest, around my nipples, quick flicks against the swollen nubs that make my dick jump. Down to my belly and around in circles, like he might be trying to comb my body hair into a special design.

Rhys guides me back a few inches to the bed, then down until I’m lying on my back with my feet still on the floor. His hands continue to move, fingers finding the tender skin at the crease of my hips, then the tops of my thighs that I never knew were so sensitive.

His hands brush up my thighs again. One wraps around my dick, stroking and twisting, while the other cups my balls, rolling them against each other. My erection had gone down a little when we moved from the kitchen into the bedroom, but now it’s roaring back to life.

Pre-cum pumps out of me, giving Rhys more than enough to work with as he drives me crazy with his hands. Then he adds his tongue, licks and swipes and swirls.

With my eyes closed, I can’t see what he’s doing. Can’t anticipate where he’s going to touch and with what. Not knowing what’s coming next makes everything way more extreme—hotter, tighter, wetter, better.

“Ahh!” My hips come off the bed as Rhys closes his lips around me again. He sinks all the way down in one smooth motion, taking every inch of me until I’m buried in his throat.

He still has my balls in his hand, massaging them like he’s priming them to explode. But the ring around the base of my dick keeps me from ever getting there.

When he comes up for air, my dick feels cold for a second before he covers it with his hand again. It’s wetter this time, more squelchy. He must’ve added lube.

The bed dips as he arranges himself above me, one knee on either side of my hips. Then there’s a bit of fumbling before I lose my freaking mind.

It’s just something blunt against the tip of my dick at first. I can’t figure out what it is or what Rhys is trying to do. It only dawns on me when he lets out a moan and my dick is pushed into something incredibly tight and hot. He’s taking me into his body.

Oh shit. Holy crap. This is happening. This is actually happening.

I grip the sheets under me as my entire body shakes and trembles. The pressure on my dick is more than anything I’ve ever experienced. The heat is scalding. It’s so intense, so all-consuming that flashes of white light burst behind my eyelids.

“Fuck. Oh god, you’re so thick. Fuck.” Rhys’s voice sounds strangled, almost like he’s in pain.

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