Page 96 of How Not to Date an Angel

Their grip tightened, almost painful, and he let them drag him away, stilling his movements.

“Don’t come,” they panted, face and chest flushed, sweat glistening on their skin like diamonds.

Christ, I’m a goner.

“Why not?” Julian asked, the edge so close and yet so far now that he’d stopped moving his hips upon their command.

“Because I want to see it happen,” they said, and Julian—

Groaned, dropped his head to their thigh, and cursed. “Okay,” he agreed, and their grip in his hair turned gentle again, at least until they dragged him back between their thighs.

“This—this is better than anything I’ve ever read on a page,” Rami said, voice shaky as Julian lowered his mouth to their clit again. “It feels so good, Julian—” they moaned, and Julian’s cock twitched, but he held his hips back from the mattress, waiting like they’d told him to.

A shiver went down his spine at the suggestion, and he crooked his fingers again, feeling them tremble.

“Yes, yes, that’s so good,” they panted.

Their other hand tangled in his hair as well, almost as if they were holding him between their legs.

The notion of it went right to Julian’s head and sizzled down his spine and he groaned, the vibrations of it centered around the clit.

They shook beneath him, more sounds slipping from their throat, whines and pleas and also… commands.

“Come on, I’m so close, please—” they begged, fingers tangling in his hair, scalp tingling from the tugs. “Don’t you dare stop,” they snapped, and Julian wouldn’t have dreamed of it, not with that edge to their voice, sharp with pleasure and desperation.

Julian suctioned his lips around them, fucking them on his fingers, the sounds of it downright filthy as he slid in and out them.

“Julian!” Rami cried.

He felt it happen, the split second of their entire body stiffening before their cunt clasped tight around his fingers, fluttering as they cried out.

Across his tongue their clit pulsed with each thrust of his fingers as he worked them through it, felt the wetness around his fingersgrow. He slowed his thrusts and pulled away when they tensed in oversensitivity.

Their hands slid from his hair and he removed his fingers, the noise slick in the silence of the room, no other sound besides their own breaths.

Julian sucked their taste from his fingers, swallowing them down before resting his head against their thigh, letting his legs hang off the bed.

His own cock gave a sad twitch, still eager and extremely jealous of Rami’s release.

He gripped their thighs and resisted the urge to grind into the bed, desperate to know exactly what Rami meant bywatch.

Life came back to them slowly, and Julian chuckled softly at their dramatic antics. They groaned, throwing an arm over their face.

“I’ve died; that’s the only explanation.”

“La petit mort,and all that,” Julian offered.

“I see why it’s called that, now,” Rami said. They sighed heavily. “Only one thing can resurrect me, I think.”

“What’s that?” Julian drawled.

Rami sat up, eyes suddenly clear even when half-lidded.

“You.”

Rami

Rami was still flushed, still felt smooth and liquidy from their orgasm—

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