Page 19 of Ticket to the Stars: Part Two

I slipped my hands between her thighs and spread her legs, exposing that gorgeous space between her legs.

Nowthatwas the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen, even in the semi-darkness of my room.

As much as I wanted to kneel there between those legs and stare, to memorize every single detail so I could tuck it away for later, I couldn’t. I lowered myself to her apex so I could get straight to work.

I licked my lips in anticipation of what I was about to do, and then I went at it. Or I went at her. However you wanted to describe it, it didn’t matter. What did matter was the fact that my mouth latched onto her clit and I sucked that swollen nub between my teeth before running my tongue along it.

The sounds that came from her throat after I took that nub into my mouth were unlike the sounds she’d made before. Each moan was more like a cry of pleasure, and eachsigh that came from her made it sound like she was begging for more. Her hands gripped the sheets around her tightly, her body wracked with the pleasure my mouth and tongue gave her.

She was absolutely addicting. The sounds she made, the way her apex tasted… goddamn it, I never wanted to pull away. I wanted to fill the air with her noises and keep my face firmly buried between her legs. I couldn’t get enough. I’d never get my fill of her.

My mouth assaulted her clit with a fiery passion. It wasn’t the first time I’d given a girl head—obviously—but it was the first time I didn’t care about reciprocation, that I wasn’t trying to show off only so I could have her get on her knees for me. This time, it was all about her, all about Angel.

God, how fast things had changed. I thought this would be a disaster, and now I couldn’t imagine it happening any differently.

She was it. I knew it. Angel was it. I’d never get tired of her, never want anyone else but her again—and if, by some chance, she decided she was tired of me, I’d have, for the first time in my life, a broken heart.

Angel whined, the sounds she made changing just as they had when it was my fingers between her legs. I knew that was my sign to keep going, to keep up the pressure on her clit with my mouth, so I could bring another orgasm out of her.

Her thighs tensed around my head, her body’s senses heightened as what must’ve been her second orgasm arrived. Angel cried out, the pleasure inside too much. Her lower back arched, grinding her clit against my mouth. I only wished I could’ve seen the look on her face as she came that time.

God, I really wanted to fuck this girl. I wanted to fuck her so hard and for so long she wouldn’t be able to walk straight after. I wanted to fuck her so much, over and over, that my dick would get sore.

That was a lot of fucking, take it from me.

I was slow in pulling my mouth off her, and I crawled up her as I licked my lips, bringing my face to hers as I whispered, “Stay here tonight. Stay with me, Angel. Let me keep you up all night long.” It wasn’t bed time yet, obviously, but who’s to say we couldn’t get an early night? Crawl under the sheets together, get naked… see where the night led us.

She panted. “Priest…” It was like she could hardly get the word out.

“What? I just want to sleep… and maybe do some other stuff that involves neither of us getting a wink of sleep,” I admitted with a smirk. I lay beside her and smoothed out her hair. “Stay with me. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

“If I stay, I think we both know what’ll happen,” Angel whispered back. “And I… I don’t know if I’m ready.”

She didn’t know what she was missing out on. Sex was literally the best thing ever. I could have it every day,multiple times a day, and never get tired of it. And it wasn’t just the orgasms that could have you in a chokehold; it was the act itself. Being inside someone else. Or, in Angel’s case, letting someone else be inside her.

Although, I supposed if she had a strap-on or used her fingers, shecouldbe inside someone else… that might be fun.

But that was getting off-track. The whole point was: sex was fun. Sex was addicting. Sex was sex, and until you experienced it for yourself—with a good partner, I might add—there was nothing else to say. It was incomparable.

“Don’t overthink things,” I told her. “Live in the moment. Maybe it seems like your virginity is a big deal, but trust me, once it’s gone, that’s when the real fun starts. That’s what bodies are for, Angel. We were made to make each other feel good. That’s the whole point.” Might be a slight exaggeration, but whatever.

She chuckled softly. She must have thought I was joking.

I said, “Look, I don’t even care if you want me to be your first, or if you choose Bishop or Deacon. Do it once, get the nerves out of the picture, and then you can really learn to live. I’ll rock your world, Angel. You only have to say when.”

Now that I was thinking about it, Bishop or Deacon could have her first time. They could show her an underwhelming time, and then she could come to me andI’d literally rock her world. I’d show her how a real man fucked. It would be glorious.

Angel smiled, leaned closer to me, and gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Not tonight, Priest.” And then she sat up, pulled up her leggings, and rolled off the bed. After stretching, she left, leaving me with an aching dick and vastly inappropriate thoughts.

Well, at least my hand was good for something, right?

Chapter Nine – Angel

The next day I had to get my hair done. Ramona had made the appointment, but Bishop offered to drive me. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t think about Priest and his mouth… and his hands, and the way the hardness between his legs had pressed against his pants to make a bulge as we were laying there afterward, when he’d tried to get me to stay in his room overnight.

He’d given me my first orgasm, then my second, and I didn’t doubt if I would’ve elected to stay, things would’ve progressed even further, but I didn’t know if I was ready.

Sex just seemed like such a big step, you know? I mean, I was still getting used to the idea of having three boyfriends to begin with.

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