Page 64 of Angel

I clean one finger, then move on to the next. Rhys lets out a little whimper and his hips shift forward, dragging his pert bum across my growing erection.

I spend extra time on his last finger, sucking on it the way I imagine I would suck on Rhys’s dick. I’ve never wanted to suck on a man’s dick before. The thought has never even occurred to me. But with Rhys’s finger in my mouth, I think I can understand the appeal.

It’s almost soothing. Meditative. I think I could lose myself in it.

Rhys pulls his finger from my mouth and replaces it with his tongue. He shoves it between my lips so fast that I don’t have time to react. He moans as I continue the sucking, as I draw his tongue deeper and twirl mine around his.

His hips rock forward and the length of his dick presses against my belly. I grip his butt, helping him grind himself against me. He groans into my mouth and I swallow down the sound.

We kiss. It’s messy with lots of tongues swiping everywhere and shivers keep running down my spine. My dick is so hard, aching in the confines of my jeans, and the thought of maybe giving Rhys a blowjob makes it throb.

“Fuck, teddy bear, you drive me crazy.” Rhys pants, forehead resting against mine, both of us trying to catch our breath.

I drive him crazy? That can’t be true. There’s nothing all that interesting about me, nothing very special. But Rhys… jeez, I don’t even have the words to describe him. He’s so vibrant, so full of life. So sincere and genuine and accepting. From that first day in his childhood bedroom, I’ve felt more seen than I ever have before.

He’s introduced me to a whole new world. He’s shown me a side of myself I didn’t even know existed. He’s literally turning me into a different person, and I think I might like this version better than the old one.

“Rhys.” I can’t help all the emotions I pour into his name.

“What is it, baby? Tell me what you want. Tell me what you need.”

“I… I…”

“It’s okay, whatever it is, you can tell me.” He places his hand in the center of my chest. “In here. What do you want in here?”

No one has ever asked me that before. No one’s really cared. They’ve always assumed that I want the same things that everyone else wants, and I’ve never stopped to question it. But do I? Do I actually want the nice girl, the house next to Mama’s, and a bunch of kids? I don’t know.

I search myself, pushing aside everyone else’s expectations. Deep in my gut. What do I want?

“I… I want to suck you.”

Rhys stills. Then he pulls back enough to stare into my eyes. His irises are a rich brown that sparkles and dances.

“Really?” he says in a hushed tone, like he’s not sure I meant it.

Suddenly, a bout of nerves attacks. Maybe he doesn’t like being on the receiving end? He knows I’m new to this, so maybe he doesn’t want a total newb anywhere near his dick? “Is… is that okay?”

Rhys laughs out loud, eyes wide, smile even wider. “Yeah! Yeah, it’s definitely okay. Come on.” He scrambles to his feet and drags me along with him.

We stumble into his bedroom and he starts tearing at my clothes. I help him, kicking my boots off and peeling off my shirt, my jeans. The second I’m naked, Rhys shimmies out of his pants and whips his t-shirt over his head.

“Come here.”

He takes my hand and guides me toward the bed. But instead of climbing on, Rhys sits on the edge and pushes me down to my knees.

His dick is hard, sticking out from his pelvis. The tip is already glistening with pre-cum, and the shaft is straight and smooth. His balls sit at the base, two little round orbs. It’s… cute?

Rhys is a small guy and so his junk is proportionally on the small side. But it looks so perfect, like it was made in a mold. There are no weird bumps, no wonky angles. The skin all around it is flawless.

I’ve had brief glimpses of his dick before, but this is the first time I’ve really seen it up close. This is my first chance to really examine it, learn the feel of it, the taste of it.

Rhys leans back, hands braced behind him. His knees fall out to the sides, giving me plenty of room to work with.

I set my hands on his thighs and pause, heart hammering as I stare at the gorgeous man in front of me. “I don’t know what I’m doing,” I confess. I don’t want to mess this up, or god forbid, hurt him. I want this to be good for him.

“It’s okay. Just do what feels good.”

“What if I hurt you?”

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