Page 17 of Ticket to the Stars: Part Two

I could’ve said yes. I could’ve told him that I wanted him to stop, and he would. Priest might be a flirt, but when things got serious, he could be as gentlemanly as the next guy. And that was why I said, “No.”

His chest hummed with approval, and his mouth lowered to mine, though he never let my wrists go. He kept them tight in his grip, pinning every part of me down as he kissed me. He licked my lower lip and murmured through the kiss, “Your lips are so soft, Angel. They drive me crazy.”

All I could whisper out was a breathless, “Yeah?”

“They do,” Priest murmured as he nuzzled my neck, showering it with heated, slow kisses that made me shiveragainst him. “I think about them all the time. I dream of them. I wake up at night and wish you were here with me, in my bed, so I could steal kisses from you while you’re fast asleep.”

I was too worked up to think about how creepy that might sound. Right now, it only came off as sweet. His lips were on mine again, swallowing up any reply I might’ve had. Priest could take hold of me so effortlessly, make the butterflies in my stomach go nuts and my heart beat erratically.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Not with him, not with any of them. I wasn’t supposed to fall for them. The realist in me told me time and time again this couldn’t last, that it would blow up in our faces, and picking up the pieces would be the hardest thing I would ever have to do.

But even logic couldn’t stop me from growing weak to these guys, from wanting things I’d never wanted from another guy before. I wanted their mouths, their hands… other body parts. I wantedeverything.

I mean, that’s what you were supposed to want when you were dating someone, right? Even if you were dating three guys at the same time.

This was my life now. How crazy was that?

Chapter Eight – Priest

I could kiss her all day and all night. Of course, if we were going all night, I’d do a lot more than just kiss her, but I’d told myself I would go at her pace. I wouldn’t push… too much. If she wasn’t comfortable doing everything, we could wait. I could be a gentleman.

It was hard work, being a gentleman, especially when it was so easy to lose yourself in those lips of hers. So damned soft. So supple. The way they met my mouth in a constant tug of war, I memorized a long time ago how smooth and enticing they were.

In the past, it’d been about the numbers. Getting between their legs quick. It was never about the slow game. Never about the journey. I’d never really cared. Why wouldI, when I had my choice of girls—and guys—falling at my feet, worshiping the very ground I walked on?

And then along came Angel. Along came a twist of fate, a girl that I was told not to try anything with, a girl who’d, at first, acted like I wasn’t her type.

Maybe that’s what drove me so wild about her: she treated me like a normal guy, not like a god on the stage or a sexy stranger she wanted to hook up with. To her, I was just like everybody else.

Maybe a part of me wanted to prove to her I could be better, that I could change. I know, I know. It was a weird possibility, one I never thought I’d have, let alone want, but the more days that passed, the more I was starting to think it was the case.

I wanted Angel. I wanted every part of her, all the time. I wanted her in my bed not so I could steal kisses while she was sleeping, but so I could feel her body next to mine throughout the night, so I could hold onto her and feel her skin on mine.

I bet every inch of her skin was just as soft as her lips.

Neither of us kept track of how long we made out in my room. Before long, my dick was rock hard and aching to get out, twitching with the urgent need to bury itself between Angel’s legs, but I dutifully ignored it.

Slow and steady would win this race… although it wasn’t a contest. The guys and I had discussed it before. If Angel should want to be with one of us, if she chose to give her virginity to one of us, we couldn’t be upset or jealous if she didn’t choose us.

I mean, of course I’d be jealous if I wasn’t her first, but I’d keep that bottled inside. Jealousy, as it turned out, wasn’t something I was used to feeling. It could be overwhelming at times.

All that said, I was the one who had her in my room right now, I was the one whose lips were bruising hers, crushing in their passion. I was the one who held onto her wrists, whose body could feel hers squirming underneath. Right now, it was all me.

Fuck. Feeling her body under mine… let’s just say it was addicting. How desperately I wished I could tear off all of her clothes and feel that soft, luscious skin against mine, nothing hindering us. I wanted to take my lips across every inch of that skin, make this girl squirm in other ways. My balls ached at the thought.

I wanted to fuck her. God, I wanted to fuck her so badly.

My desire for her grew too strong; I had to have just a little bit more, so I released her wrists. My mouth was still firmly attached to hers as I let my hands fall to her stomach, where my fingers slipped underneath her shirt and started to roam up her stomach.

Angel’s skin tensed underneath my fingertips, but I kept going until my hands had pushed up her shirt enough to reveal her bra. Only then did I pull my mouth off hers and whisper, “Let me make you feel good, Angel. Let me showyou what bodies can do when they learn to let go.” A desperate plea for her not to stop me.

I’d let her pull away, I’d listen if she said no, but boy, would it suck something fierce.

But Angel didn’t tell me no. She only watched me with half-lidded eyes, pupils dilated to the extreme, and I knew right then that she was just as needy as me. She wanted me just as badly as I wanted her.

Well, time to open her eyes to the wonders her sweet little body held.

I pushed down the padded part of her bra, exposing both of her tits simultaneously. Her nipples were semi-hard, but I’d make them rock-hard pebbles by the time I was done with them.

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