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That truth sparks deep inside, a flickering light in the darkest parts of my soul. It’s small and fragile, but it’s brighter and clearer than anything I’ve ever felt.

“Jesus, Angel,” Rhys murmurs against my lips. There’s a slight hitch in his voice that makes my entire body shudder.

“Rhys,” I whine.

His rhythm accelerates. The music swells. Pleasure courses through me. Pressure builds in my balls.

“Rhys! Rhys!” Every muscle in my body draws tight. There’s a hum in my ears as the air vibrates around us. I hang on, fingers digging into Rhys’s thighs.

He focuses his strokes on the tip, squeezing the head of my dick against his. The tightness sends tingles right down into my balls, toward the base of my spine. It’s too much, I can’t take any more. I’m going to come. I can’t hold it back.

“Yes, yes, that’s it, baby. Come for me, teddy bear, come for me. Now.”

It’s as if he hits the detonate button and I explode on command. My insides liquify as cum erupts from my dick, shooting up between us, hitting me on the chin.

Rhys comes at the same time. His hands clamp down on our dicks, creating an impossibly tight vise. Both of us twitch, and the feeling of his dick moving against mine spurs on my orgasm in wave after wave.

I’ve come undone, ripped open and left in tatters. I thought filming the video with Rhys was hot, but it was tepid compared to this. Getting sucked off by Rhys, getting to be inside him—those were the most amazing things I’d ever felt until now. And now, they’re merely okay compared to this.

This—this intimacy. Holding Rhys so close to me in this small space. Kissing him, tasting him, drowning myself in that flowery scent of his. With no one watching, no cameras pointed in our direction.

This is… amazing. Simply amazing. I feel like I’m flying. Like I’ve stepped off the roof of a skyscraper and I’m soaring.

We stay like this for long moments, panting into each other’s mouths. Rhys’s hands are still on our dicks as we grow soft together. Even as I get sensitive, Rhys’s dick touching mine feels good. Like they’re cuddling together, basking in the afterglow.

The smell of our combined cum is strong. It fills my nose and reminds me of the taste of Rhys’s cum. And just like the day of our shoot, I don’t think before I act.

I take Rhys’s hand. It’s wet and sticky. I bring it up to my lips and lick it. Rhys gasps as I clean his hand with my tongue. The combined flavor of our cum is bitter and earthy, and knowing that it’s both of us mixed together only makes me want more.

Rhys’s jaw hangs open as he watches me lick every inch of his hand, then scoop up the drops of cum that are starting to dry on our stomachs and chests. Then he attacks me, shoving his tongue between my lips like he wants to eat our cum straight from my mouth.

We kiss like we’re starving men fighting for the last scraps of food. But eventually—still too soon for me—Rhys pulls back. His eyes are lowered as his deft hands make quick work of putting us both back together.

I’m still dazed when he finishes, resting his hands on my clothed chest. He studies me, searching my eyes for something. What is he looking for? I’m suddenly anxious to help him find it. Whatever he wants, whatever he needs, I want to be the one to give it to him.

I don’t know what that means, or how I could possibly have what it takes. But I want it. From the core of my being.

“I’m sorry,” he says.

The words are a splash of cold water to the face. I blink as my stomach twists in one hard wrench. “You are?”

He quirks his lips. “Not really.”

It takes a second for his response to sink in and for my tummy to settle. “Good,” I whisper, sliding my hands over his hips and to the small of his back. “Me neither.”

His smile widens and my heart skips a beat. He bends forward for another quick kiss on my lips, so fast it’s over before I can savor it. Then he climbs back into the passenger seat and is out of the truck.

Rhys practically skips to his door and once he pulls it open, he casts one last look over his shoulder. He waves and disappears inside.

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. I think something important just happened.

CHAPTER

NINETEEN

RHYS

Angel is sitting with his back against the headboard. I’m straddling his lap, riding him. He’s inside me, filling me up, stretching me wide. Every time his cock hits my prostate, I leak a drop of pre-cum onto his stomach.

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