Page 86 of How Not to Date an Angel

Heat coiled in their belly, corkscrewing tighter with each stroke.

“That’s right,” Julian murmured, head tilted to the side as he watched Rami. “It feels good—let it.”

Rami huffed an annoyed breath and lifted their gaze. “I’m trying.”

“There’s your problem. Don’t try. Just let it happen,” he said.

Rami groaned, more out of frustration, but when Julian’s thumb brushed over the tip of their cock, they gasped.

Julian studied them like they’d give him a pop quiz at the end of the class. He watched them pant and moan and tsked when they bit their lip to stifle any noise at all.

“How is your partner supposed to know they’re doing a good job if they can’t hear you?”

And, well, Julian did have a point there.

So Rami was a little freer with their noises, especially as Julian slid his hand lower, cupping their balls, brushing the pad of his finger just behind them.

Their hips jerked again, sloshing water up and wetting the edge of Julian’s sleeve.

“You look… very good like this,” Julian whispered. “Flushed and panting andwanting.”

Yes, Rami didwant.They wanted the swirling pleasure in their gut to strike. They wanted to come, but there was just something missing.

Their arms were laying along either side of the tub, gripping the porcelain edges tightly. Julian’s sternum pressed into their forearm with each stroke and it took them only a moment to realize he was practically rutting against the side of the tub.

His cheeks were also flushed, and his lips were red from where he kept biting them, which Rami found rather hypocritical, but now wasn’t the time for that.

Their attention was caught on the shine of his mouth, his full bottom lip just—

Let it happen,he’d said.

“Is kissing out of the question?” Rami heard themself ask, blood rushing in their ears as bliss pierced through them.

Julian groaned and shook his head. Then Rami was lifting their right hand and sliding it into Julian’s hair as he leaned up to Rami.

Their lips pressed together hesitantly. Rami still wasn’t completely sure what they were doing, but they’d seen enough movies, read enough books.

They knew this was different.

This wasn’t the chaste brush of lips they’d exchanged the day before.

Rami tilted their head, slotting their lips against Julian’s, and, well.

Julian moved his lips first, and Rami followed. The soft glide was like a spark, fine and hot, and as Julian’s rhythm sped up, they gasped.

Oh,Rami thought as Julian’s tongue dipped out to slide along Rami’s lower lip.

They tightened their grip in Julian’s hair and felt him smile at their eagerness, and eventhatwas something that added another bolt of heat to the spiral inside them.

He stroked them and kissed them and their tongues twined.

It was arealkiss, like something torn right from the pages of their books.

Elation filled them alongside the pleasure, slowly cresting, growing sharper and scarier as they gasped into the kiss.

He cursed, and Rami tasted it from his lips.

Rami’s other hand lifted to fist in Julian’s shirt instead of over the edge of the tub.

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