Page 21 of Lips of an Angel

“I’m sure!”

Angel knew me too well to leave immediately, but as I hoped, he opted not to call me on my shit then and there. After a few moments during which I teased Ryder’s cock by dragging a light touch up his shaft and watched him squirm, we heard the office door click shut. Relieved, I dove back in and swallowed Ryder’s cock to the hilt.

With a groan that was muffled by my fingers in his mouth, his cock pulsed and his taste flooded my mouth. His hips rocked forward, abusing my mouth through his orgasm. Sounds of pleasure vibrated my fingers.

Instead of swallowing, I held his release on my tongue until he was finished. Then, I jerked my hand free of his mouth and spun him around. He caught himself on the door, and on instinct, he pushed his ass toward me. I spread his cheeks, using his own come to slick him up for my wet fingers to follow behind. One wasn’t enough. My touch had him arching into me, silently begging for more. I rose to my feet, pulling a condom from my back pocket. With the foil between my teeth, I undid my jeans, tore the packet open, and rolled the condom on.

I leaned in close. “You ready?”

Ryder groaned, and I wasn’t sure if it was a conscious response to my question or a visceral one to my fingers bumping his prostate. Regardless, he nodded.

I buried myself balls-deep in one swift thrust. He bit down on his fist, trying his hardest to stay quiet. How cute.

One firm thrust threw that out the window.

Ryder’s shout reverberated off the bathroom walls. “Fuck, Raleigh,” he cried, rocking onto my dick.

I smiled, bracing myself with one hand on his hip and the other on his shoulder, finding a rhythm. If I didn’t wrap this up soon, someone would certainly come looking for us.

Ryder gave as good as he got. He fucked himself on my cock until I felt my orgasm simmering beneath the surface. I leaned into the feeling, easing myself into release. I muffled my cry in his shoulder, the cotton of his T-shirt drying my tongue out. Only once we were both gasping for air did I withdraw from him, tying off the condom and throwing it into the trash.

“Holy shit,” he muttered, collapsing against the door and gesturing my way. “Those piercings should come with a warning.Fuck,that was intense.”

I grinned, doing up my jeans. My…specialpiercings never failed to impress my partners, often leaving them writhing beneath me and begging for more.

Pants around his thighs, Ryder slipped past me to the sink and dampened a paper towel under the tap. I shuffled in place, unsure what to do. Typically, I’d clean my partner myself, spoiling them with kisses and cuddles and praising them for a job well done. Ryder didn’t seem like the type.

“I’m good, big guy,” he finally said with a smile over his shoulder, as if he could hear my inner turmoil.

“You sure?” In spite of everything, I felt guilty walking away from him after that.

Ryder nodded, still panting for air. “I can sort myself out. I’ll meet you out there in a minute. And before you ask, your secret’s safe with me. Don’t get me wrong:Everyonewill know about those piercings.” He threw me a wink and a smarmy grin. “But they don’t have to know who they’re attached to.”

I had to admit, my spur of the moment decision to drag Ryder into that bathroom had me feelingmuchbetter about the Kali situation. Was that the trick? Fuck out my feelings?

I wasn’t going to complain.

True to his word, Ryder spent the rest of the shift pretending like nothing happened. I switched between bouncing and bartending all night. With each drink poured and every hot, sweaty body that pressed into the bar, the stress washed away.

Near the end of the night, I found a quiet moment to excuse myself to the bathroom. I darted up to our apartment to check on Angel. Though suspicious of my sudden mood change, he assured me he was fine and let me add another blanket to his fort on the couch before he returned to his eight thousandth rewatch ofFriends.

Checking on Angel had taken slightly longer than expected, so I rushed back down the stairs to help Ryder, barely remembering to lock the door behind me. I’d made that mistake once or twice and it never failed to get Angel’s anxiety spinning. I checked to make sure the office door was locked as well, then bolted down the hall and past those fucking streamers. As I was trying to dislodge one from my dimple piercing, I grew careless of my surroundings and ran into someone. Again.

Wincing, I ripped the tissue off my cheek with one hand and caught the stranger with the other before they fell.

“I’m so sorry,” I muttered, rubbing my now sore piercing.

“It’s fine! I should pay more att—Raleigh!”

I glanced at the person in surprise. My arm still held them by their slender waist. Long, delicate fingers landed on my chest and our eyes met, bright and sparkling in the dim light. The flashing neon lights reflected off a familiar, striking green, eyes I hadn’t seen in a long time. The person brushed copper hair out of their eyes to get a better look at me, their lips curling into a grin.

Damn it, they were still as attractive now as they had been then.

I finally managed, “Billie?”

Chapter 9

ANGEL

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