Page 43 of Ticket to the Stars: Part Two

It was like watching her melt into him. Being fucked by his fingers while his other hand assaulted her clit, Angel couldn’t hold it back. Her body spasmed in what I assumedwas an orgasm, and the sound that left her was a deliciously breathy, incoherent sigh that immediately imprinted itself in my brain.

Priest didn’t stop after that, he kept going, kept touching her, kept fucking her with those two fingers—though his eyes had flicked to me, a single arched eyebrow sent my way, questioning me why. Or maybe how.

Yes, how the hell I could still be sitting where I was, doing nothing more than watching.

I didn’t know how, either, because a certain part of me was fighting my inner willpower. My cock wanted free, and, fuck, I wanted to bury myself between those legs. I think my grip on the drumsticks was so tight the wood started to crack.

All right, that was an exaggeration, but still. I couldn’t… I just couldn’t continue to sit there and watch.

Goddamn it. Priest won this round.

I let my drumsticks fall from my hands as I got up and stepped around my drum set. That got Priest to say, “Oh? Is the grumpy one going to join us on the bed, or is he just coming closer to get a better view? I don’t mind either way, of course, but it’s nice to know what everyone’s thinking.” He flashed me a pearly white smile.

Keep talking, I thought,after this, I’ll strangle you.

It took me way too long to reach the bed, mostly because I had to limp over, my cock straining against my pants so much. I paid Priest no attention, only his handsbetween her legs and the way they continued to work her like magic.

“Don’t worry, buddy, she’ll be nice and wet for you,” Priest told me. “She’s just about ready to take that anaconda of yours.” He leaned his head down to her, whispering, “Aren’t you, Angel?”

All she could do was moan, but that was enough of an answer.

I crawled onto the bed with them, muttering a single word, “Move.” With my gaze focused on her apex, Priest didn’t need any additional instructions. He withdrew his fingers from her pussy and pulled his other hand away from her clit, leaving her exposed to me as I situated myself between her open legs.

And Priest’s open legs, since his body was behind hers, but I was zeroed in on that slick pink slit.

It wasn’t easy to lay down with a raging hard dick, but I managed. I lowered myself to that tempting place—a place I’d thought a lot about, but I hadn’t gone for, because the timing just never felt right.

Leave it to Priest to change that.

I brought my face closer to her pussy, and I paused for a moment to breathe in her scent. There was nothing better than the smell of sex and desire. It made the tip of my dick throb. Without waiting a second more, my tongue slipped out from between my lips, and I ran it along her folds, from her clit down to her pussy. I dipped my tongue inside her, tasting her for the first time, and a low growl left my chest.

Fuck. She even tasted good.

I glanced up to find Priest had brought one of his hands to her chest, pawing at her tit, while his other hand curled around her jaw. He stuck two fingers into her mouth and instructed, “Can you taste yourself on me, Angel? Don’t you taste good? I think you do, and based on how greedily Deacon’s going at you, I’d say he thinks you taste delicious, too.”

Goddamn it, even I had to admit that was hot, but I couldn’t pay more attention to Priest or how he was making Angel suck her slick off his fingers, because I needed to return to my duties between her legs. I latched onto her clit and sucked.

I hated to say it, but I’d forgotten why I was moody in the first place. Who knew Priest had the right idea? Maybe I should’ve been drowning my anxieties between Angel’s legs this whole time.

The sounds of her muffled moans filled the air, calling to my hard dick, but I didn’t stop showering her clit with attention. I brought more and more sounds from her, and I heard the pop of Priest’s fingers as he pulled them out of her mouth. That was my sign to keep going, to push harder, to graze my teeth on that sensitive nub of flesh and push her over the edge again.

And God, did she fall over that edge.

Her second orgasm arrived with a fury, her thighs tensing around my head as her body seized up. She cried out the words “Oh, God” the same moment she exhaled anexplosive sigh of bliss, and then she melted against Priest’s chest, completely out of breath and lost to the delirium of sensual pleasure.

If she thought that was something, just wait until I was deep inside her, filling her up to the brink.

“Isn’t she spectacular?” Priest mused as I pulled my face away from her. He wore a sloppy grin, pupils dilated, and I matched his grin with one of my own—a rare thing, but necessary in this situation.

Angel was in for a wild ride, because we’d only just begun.

Chapter Seventeen – Angel

I didn’t know how the heck we ended up here, with me, naked and leaning back against Priest’s chest, and Deacon between my legs, his mouth making me come undone. I couldn’t even remember what Priest had told me before he’d grabbed my hand and led me through the hall. When we’d passed his bedroom, I thought it was a little odd, but when he’d pushed inside Deacon’s room, bringing me with him, that’s when everything got a little hazy.

Deacon had been keeping to himself lately, after the whole Pope thing, and I’d let him be. I’d kept my promise. I hadn’t told the guys about how Pope had showed up, like he was stalking me. It’d been rough on me, too.

I didn’t want to lie to anybody, especially the guys.

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