Page 31 of Angel

“Pull his underwear back up and do that part again.” Sebastian instructs as he picks up one of the handheld cameras and gets himself into position.

I put Angel’s dick away, and when Sebastian gives me the go-ahead, I draw his underwear down. The sight is just as good the second time around. Maybe better, now that there’s a black ring around the base of his cock.

I can’t help myself this time. I move in before thinking and lick him from base to tip.

CHAPTER

TEN

ANGEL

I’m flying. I’m falling. I’m floating somewhere in between. There’s no way I’m still standing on my own two feet. Not when Rhys’s hands are on my junk, moving me around with so much care and efficiency. The ring he put on me brought me down to earth a little, but that lick sent me right back up.

I’ve never felt anything like this before. Not when I’m giving myself a hand job. Not with my girlfriend in high school. Not even when I was first going through puberty and all I could think about all day was getting off.

This is a hundred times—a thousand times—more intense. It’s not just my dick that’s pulsing and throbbing. My entire body is on fire, burning with the need to come. There’s already sweat rolling down my back, soaking through my shirt. An electric current runs along the surface of my skin. My head is spinning and I have a deep need to bury my dick into something hot and tight.

A ragged sound rips from my throat as Rhys takes me into his mouth. Just the tip at first, which is good, because I can’t take any more than that right now. His tongue swirls around the sensitive head, then wiggles into my slit. A zing of pleasure shoots through me before pooling in my groin.

Oh god, I’m going to come. I’m going to come.

But I don’t.

Rhys takes in more of me, engulfing my dick in more wet heat. I still don’t come. It’s almost like I can’t. Which is exactly what I need, because otherwise I would definitely blow my load the second I laid eyes on him.

There’s barely an inch of my dick visible, with the black silicone tied around the base. Rhys’s pretty, pink lips are stretched thin, and his cheeks are hollowed out. His eyes are heavily made up today, with long, dark lashes fluttering as he gazes up at me. His hair is a soft lavender color against the darker violet of the silk and lace he’s wearing.

I’ve never seen a man in lingerie before, but I don’t need to compare Rhys to anyone to know that he wears it well. The lace panties are a triangular patch over his groin. The top also has two triangular pieces that frame his pecs, then lots of flowy fabric around his middle. The robe hangs off his bare shoulders, revealing acres of creamy skin.

He’s a vision. I can’t take my eyes off him.

Rhys pushes forward until his nose is flush against my pelvis. My dick slides right to the back of his mouth and into his throat. He swallows around me and the tight squeeze around the sensitive head of my dick is almost painful.

I cry out as pleasure roils around inside me, searching for a release valve. But there’s nothing to ease the pressure. Instead, it just builds and builds and builds as Rhys works me over with his mouth.

My hands end up in his hair as I scramble for something to hold on to. Rhys moans when the lavender strands catch in my fingers. The vibrations travel deep into my groin, adding to the growing pressure until I think I’m going to pass out.

“Wait, wait, stop.”

Rhys immediately pops off me. His chin is wet with drool and lines of spit hang between his lips and the tip of my cock. His eyes have been watering, making them gleam and glisten as he blinks up at me. He’s still holding my dick with fingers tipped in the same lavender as his hair.

I squeeze my eyes shut, but it’s no use. The image of him on his knees in front of me is already burned into my retinas. So lewd. So debauched.

“You okay, Angel?” Rhys’s voice is hoarse and it sends shivers down my spine. I did that to him. He sounds like that because my dick was in his throat.

A whine escapes me as my body tries to chase down the orgasm that’s out of my reach.

“I think that’s good.”

The unexpected voice makes me jump and only then do I remember we’re not alone. Sebastian has been beside us with a camera in his hands this whole time. His boyfriend, Christian, is right behind him.

I didn’t notice them while Rhys had his mouth on me. In fact, I completely forgot they were here. But now that I take in the cameras and lights set up around us, it dawns on me that they’ve captured everything. Every touch, every moan, every shudder. All of this, every reaction, will be on the internet at some point. Other people, strangers, will see what I did here today.

The realization should send me running for the exit. But my feet are planted firmly in place. I should be scared, terrified, sick with fear. But all I want is to haul Rhys up to me and kiss him like he kissed me earlier.

Tender and sweet. I had no idea kisses could be like that. In the past, it’s always just been a pretty mechanical lips-on-lips situation. I never got why people made such a big deal about them. But Rhys’s kiss was anything but mechanical. It was a full-body experience that I felt all the way down to my toes.

I want to do it again.

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