Page 93 of Angel

“I’ve got nothing to hide.” And I really don’t. Not anymore. Everything I have, everything I am is laid out in the open for Rhys. He can have all of me.

Rhys’s smile widens. “No, you don’t. That’s why I love you so much. Now take me to bed.”

I shift forward, then scoop my hands under Rhys’s bum. He clings me to me as I pick him up and carry him to the bedroom.

I fall backward onto the bed and Rhys climbs up to straddle my hips. I fill my hands with Rhys’s muscled thighs, that perfect curve at the crease of his hip, the swell of his bum. Rhys arches, pushing back into my palms, even as he rubs himself all over my front.

I moan as he plunges his tongue into my mouth, licking deep and nibbling at my lips until my head spins from lack of oxygen.

“I love you, teddy bear.”

“I love you, too, sweetheart.” The endearment just slips out.

Rhys pauses, gazing down at me, surprised.

A burst of panic makes my stomach clench. “Is it okay if I call you that? I don’t have a nickname for you, and ‘baby’ feels… I don’t know, weird. You’re not a baby. You’re a man.”

I can feel my ears heat a bit at the explanation. I’ve never had anyone I could use a term of endearment with, and I want to make sure it’s something Rhys will like.

Rhys’s smile breaks wide across his face. “‘Sweetheart’. I love it. It feels very you. You’re definitely not a ‘baby’ type of guy.”

“Sweetheart.” I try it out again and Rhys’s breath hitches in response. I like it too. It feels right. It feels like us. “Sweetheart.”

Rhys attacks my mouth, tangling his tongue with mine as his fingers fumble with the buttons of my shirt. I drag my hands up Rhys’s back, taking his sweater with them. We break apart just long enough to pull Rhys’s sweater off, then he’s back, feeding me his tongue.

It takes us ages to undress, neither of us willing to stop kissing to remove our clothes. But eventually, we’re naked and I’ve got Rhys’s lithe body sliding against mine.

“Please, Rhys, I want to suck you,” I plead with him.

“Hmm, well, when you ask so nicely, how can I say no?” He plants one more kiss on my lips before righting himself.

But instead of shuffling forward so I can get my mouth around his dick, he turns around so he’s facing my feet, knees on either side of my head.

“Wha—”

Rhys tilts his hips so his erection pokes me in the chin, and at the same time, he takes my dick in hand.

Oh. I get it. I guess this is what they call a sixty-nine. I can get on board with that.

I lift my head and take Rhys’s dick into my mouth. It’s a bit awkward since he’s so much smaller than me, and I have to hold my head above the bed or else he’ll slip out. But at this angle, Rhys can slide his dick right into my throat without triggering my gag reflex. I grab a pillow to stuff under my head, then tug on his hips to encourage him.

“Fuck, teddy bear.” Rhys nuzzles his face into my crotch, his breath hot against my balls as he keeps stroking me with his hand.

“Mmm,” I hum, unable to respond when my mouth is full of his dick.

“Oh god.” Rhys is gentle with his thrusts, his hips moving slowly as he pushes his dick into my throat.

His balls rest heavily across my face. I suck in a quick breath every time he pulls out. And every breath is full of Rhys’s sweet, flowery scent.

I’m drowning in him. Saturated in him. I didn’t know life could be this good.

I jerk when Rhys’s lips seal around the head of my dick. I’m still a little sensitive from shooting the video earlier today, but Rhys is careful as he suckles me. His tongue swirls around the crown of my dick and the way he works me with his hands and his mouth feels like the most erotic massage.

I drift in that blissful place between awake and unconscious. My brain checks out and all I’m left with is sensation after sensation.

The scent of Rhys’s arousal. My throat full to bursting. The heat of his mouth on me. His talented hands wringing pleasure from me in ways I could never have before imagined.

He takes me all the way in, swallowing around me as his lips reach the base of my dick. The pressure of his throat is incredible, and when he hums the vibrations make me groan.

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