Page 32 of Punk Rock Reflection
“I love you too.” As Tommy returned the sentiment, he thought about how much joy and love Angel brought to his life. This amazing man gave him the courage and a reason to finally set his inhibitions free. Without Angel, he’d no doubt still be living a lie, and he couldn’t imagine the pain of hiding his true identity. It was a gift he could never repay, and the love he had for this selfless, gorgeous, and attentive man with a heart as big as the world, made his body quake.
Every touch of Angel’s confident hands transmitted a tingling sensation over Tommy’s flesh as if they were magic. Each pump of Angel’s pelvis delivered a reverberation that shot through Tommy’s body like a bombshell. His nerve endings were on fire, and he had to grip the edge of the freezer tighter, so he didn’t fall from the way his legs trembled.
Angel began to whisper beautiful and romantic Spanish words into Tommy’s ear that made his heart melt. This man had a heart as big as the ocean and a giving soul, and he overflowed with passion and affection. Tommy had no idea what Angel was reciting in Spanish, but the heartfelt dialogue oozed with love and sentiment. Overcome with love for this man who turned his heart inside out, Tommy turned his face to the side, and they shared a heated kiss that took his breath away.
When their lips parted, Angel’s rhythm slowed while he stared at Tommy with dark embers in his eyes and a dreamy expression on his face. His hand slid around Tommy’s waist and jerked him long and hard until they both found release grunting and moaning.
As they lay bent over the freezer, trying to catch their breath and still panting from their lovemaking, Tommy became aware of heavy breathing in the room that didn’t belong to either one of them. His eyes flipped open, and he almost had a heart attack before he heard Jessi’s voice.
“Warn a girl next time.” She was breathless, and her face was flushed. She was standing near the back of the pantry fanning herself with one hand and holding a long thin loaf of French bread in the other.
Tommy grinned as he stood and pulled his pants up. “What the hell are you doing in here?”
“More importantly,” Angel added. “What do you plan on doing with that loaf of bread?”
Jessi looked at the slender loaf in her hand. “I was going to make bruschetta with the last of the tomatoes from the garden. But after that show, I may have to use it for something else.”
“Bring that bread over here.” Angel waved Jessi over. “I hope it’s extra crusty.”
“Oh, it is.” Jessi flicked it with her index finger, and it emitted a hollow sound.
Tommy watched Jessi approach and noted the gleam in her eyes and the sinister smile on her lips as she smacked the loaf of bread against her palm.
“Pants down and bend over the freezer,” Angel instructed.
When Tommy didn’t move, Angel motioned to the appliance with his chin. “Hurry up. We have dinner guests coming.”
A shiver ran down Tommy’s spine, and a flutter of excitement surged through his chest as he leaned over the freezer again. He knew it was just a loaf of bread, and Jessi wasn’t really going to attempt to insert it in his anus, but the idea made his insides quiver.
The pointed end of the loaf of bread poked Tommy in the tailbone, and surprise made him bolt upright, but a heavy hand between his shoulder blades pushed him back down.
“No one said you could stand up.”
Angel, so tender and gentle one minute, could be dominant and aggressive in the blink of an eye when it came to sex, and it made Tommy’s endorphins run wild. He had no idea what these two had planned. It could be anything, and he was ready for it.
The heel of the loaf of bread traced the line between his butt cheeks, lightly at first. Teasing him. Making him beg for it. Then, on the second pass, it wedged its way into Tommy’s crack and pressed against his hole. A long sigh left his lungs from the over-stimulation that had his lower half throbbing. His body, open and receptive, pulsed at the pressure, and he welcomed penetration, but Jessi was more intent on teasing him and kept rubbing the loaf against him.
The hard crust of the bread started to crumble as it scraped against Tommy’s baby soft skin and flaked away to the floor.
Jessi gasped. “Look at the mess you’re making.” She smacked him across the buttocks with the long, hard loaf.
It sent a wave of pleasure deep into Tommy’s core, and he gulped and held his breath. He only wished it was something harder, like Angel’s belt.
She wacked him again, and the bread broke in half and skittered across the floor.
Angel grunted a laugh, then grew serious and placed his balled fists on his hips. “Tommy Blade, you made a filthy mess of my pantry. You’ve been very bad.”
Tommy gulped again, his nerve endings shimmering with anticipation. “What are you going to do?”
Still leaning over the freezer, Tommy watched Angel head to the baker’s rack and skim the items on the shelf. Jessi joined Angel, and the two whispered among themselves discussing which item to choose from the display of utensils, gadgets, and pots.
They returned with a hand-held wooden cutting board which looked just like a paddle. As soon as Tommy saw it, a soft moan escaped him.
Angel’s large frame loomed over Tommy, pinning him to the freezer. While Angel’s hot lips and possessive tongue toyed with his neck, rough hands tugged on Tommy’s hair to gain valuable access.
“You’ve been very naughty,” Jessi said sternly, from behind. “Playing in the pantry without me.”
A hot whack hit Tommy’s butt cheeks. His pulse skyrocketed, sending blood pumping to his crotch and to his limbs. The sudden onset of pleasure made him dizzy. “Yes,” he hissed.
