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I lift my foot from the chair, but instead of dropping it to the floor, I swing it over Angel’s leg so I’m straddling his thigh.

I lean in to whisper my next words into his ear. “How about a lap dance, big boy? Then I’ll give you another shot at my hole.”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-EIGHT

ANGEL

Rhys says something about a lap dance and in some faraway part of my mind, I remember that’s from the script Sebastian gave us. But really, all I can think about is that boot of his. The way it pressed into my chest, heavy and rough. The sharp point of the heel digging into me. The way his foot arched in the shoe, the black straps and shiny red toes. So elegant and vulnerable and dangerous at the same time.

I don’t have a foot fetish. At least, I don’t think I have a foot fetish. But sitting there with Rhys’s booted foot in my face, a switch flipped inside me. I want to press the sole of his foot to my cheek. I want to suck each one of those perfectly pedicured toes into my mouth. I want to lick his arch and see if he’s ticklish there. I want to come all over his feet and then clean them up with my tongue.

Dear lord, what’s wrong with me? That’s not a normal thing to want, is it? But maybe that’s why it’s got me so wound up. It’s so far outside my comfort zone, so different from anything I could ever have imagined wanting. It’s bad and forbidden, and I think that makes me want it more. Oh heavens, I’m so screwed.

I’m frozen in the chair as Rhys dances on top of me. I don’t dare move. Not a single muscle. I don’t trust myself not to tackle him to the ground and… I don’t know, rub my dick all over his feet or something.

Dang it. Now I’m imagining myself rubbing my dick all over his feet.

Rhys rolls his body, sticking his dragon-decorated erection right into my face. It almost pokes me in the cheek, and I can smell the musky scent of his arousal wafting around me. The tip of his dick peeks out through the metal jewelry and is wet with pre-cum. The dragon looks like it’s salivating, hungry enough to gobble me up.

Slowly, he drags his dick along my cheek. The metal is hard but warm, a strange contrast to the spongy softness of the head of his dick. He brings the tip down toward the corner of my mouth. My lips are parted as I pant through the desire churning in me. He nudges them wide enough to slip his dick between them.

I let out a muffled cry as the dragon’s head enters my mouth, slowly, gently, like it’s curious about what’s inside. My jaw hangs open as Rhys carefully thrusts in and out. My tongue brushes against him, the taste of metal mixing with the salty bitterness of his pre-cum. I want to close my lips around him and suck. I want to draw out more of his delicious essence and drink it down.

Rhys stills, his dick still between my lips. “Go ahead. Suck my dragon.”

I don’t hesitate. I barely have time to think. My body simply reacts to his commands. I catch the head of his dick between my lips and suck as if my life depends on it. My mouth fills with that metallic bitterness, the odd combination sending my head spinning.

Rhys hisses and lets out a shaky, shuddering breath. “That’s it, Angelo. Suck on my dragon-cock.”

Strong fingers rake through my hair, sending tingles along my scalp and down my spine. The hand moves to my shoulder, clamping tight as Rhys shifts his weight. Then something heavy loops over my opposite shoulder—his boot-covered calf. His foot is braced against the back of the chair and his knee is bent right near my head.

I whine around the dick still in my mouth as the scent of the boot’s plastic material joins the mix. I can’t help leaning against Rhys’s leg, feeling the synthetic straps against my shoulder, the side of my head. Without thinking, I let his dick slip from my mouth and I turn to run my tongue over his calf instead. Plastic straps alternating with salty skin. I lick up and down his calf, over every inch I can reach.

“Fuck, Angelo.”

I can’t help myself. My hand comes up to hold him in place as I mouth at the swell of his calf, then work my way down to his ankle. Rhys lifts his foot so I can bring it around to my front. Then I lick along the top of his foot, from his painted toes all the way up to his knee.

I’m lost. Hopelessly, utterly lost. My brain has short-circuited and my body is functioning on pure instinct now, chasing every pleasurable sensation, anything to feed the ravenous desire clawing at my insides.

My tongue glides over the slick polish on his toes. It slips between the small space between his arch and the shoe. I latch onto the knob of his ankle and suck.

“Fuck, Angelo, fuck!”

I find every patch of bare skin and bathe it with my tongue before moving onto the next. I work my way up his leg, to the soft skin of his inner thigh, and finally back to his dragon-dick, which I take into my mouth again.

He doesn’t let me stay there long though, pulling back before I’ve had my fill.

“I’m gonna fall over if we keep doing that,” he explains. Then he grabs the front of my shirt with both fists and hauls me onto my feet.

Rhys hops up onto the edge of the stage and leans back onto his elbows, bringing his legs up so his feet stick up in the air. His legs are spread wide, leaving his dragon-dick, round balls and cute little hole on display.

Rhys is a feast laid out before a starving man. I descend upon him, licking and sucking at anything I can reach. That tender strip of skin at his hip. That sensitive spot where the backs of his thighs meet his butt. The dusky patch between his balls and his hole.

I lick upward and take both balls into my mouth. My nose is buried in his groin. A moan erupts from me at the feeling of being stuffed like this, of being smothered in Rhys.

I move down, past his taint and to his hole. I don’t stop—no hesitation, no second-guessing. I swipe my tongue over the wrinkled skin and I’m instantly addicted to the taste of him. Dark, musky, intoxicating. I lick and lick, digging into the center to gather up even more of his succulent flavor. I seal my lips around the bud and suck. I rub the wiry hairs of my beard over the sensitive skin, then do it all again.

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