If someone had told me I could get off to a guy’s lips around my dick three months ago, I would have been unable to imagine it. The idea would have seemed silly. I loved women. But I have to admit it intrigued me when Angel first said it, and I was too horny to say no to anything. The more I thought about it, the better it sounded. It made sense, a mouth is a mouth. Can’t be that different, right?
Boy was I fucking wrong.
It was different.
Better.
The best blow job I’ve had in my entire life.
But even more than a life-changing blow job, Wilder is beautiful. The way he looked up at me with his hair falling in his face, his big, bright eyes, filled with lust, letting me know he was really enjoying it, changed something in me. No one has ever been so enthusiastic about sucking my dick, even girls who seemed eager about it.
The way he got off on it, got me off. Why is it so hot? I don’t know, but it is.
Every single one of his groans vibrated down my shaft, making it better. The way he grinds into the bed, like he could get off on blowing me alone.
Fuck. My brain chemistry is forever changed.
I think I cummed my soul out. At least a little bit.
He tries to get up, mumbling something about cleaning up after I’m pretty sure he swallowed some of my soul, and I hate the idea instantly.
I grab his arm. “Do you need to? If you need to spit…”
There’s no way he does. I know what it feels like when someone swallows, and he deep throat swallowed and sucked me fucking dry.
“I don’t spit,” he says like I offended him. As if he wasn’t the one trying to change my life and bounce.
I wrap up around him, needing to feel his heart beat against mine while I reconsider my entire fucking life. It’s selfish, but I need my fucking comfort human for at least a few minutes. I hadn’t even realized how keyed up I’ve been until I start to relax. The last two months I’ve held so much in, this threatens to entirely expose me and how raw I am.
I can’t let that happen.
It hits me. I don’t think he came. He was close, I think, but then I started fucking his face and took all his focus. What a shitty friend I am. I would never let anyone get me off and not return the favor. That’s fucking unforgivable.
I reach between us and tug at his pants.
“What are you doing?” Archangel pulls back, confusion etched in his features.
Is he kidding?
“You didn’t get off.”
“And?” he asks hesitantly.
“You just got me off. I’m not an asshole.” I fight him to get his sweats off.
“That wasn’t the deal.”
“What deal?” I pause, trying to see if I missed something.
“I offered to help you out.” He can’t be that dense.
“Yeah, and only a dick would not return the favor.” It should be obvious. I don’t know how gay dudes do things, but I would never do that to a woman. I’m not a finance bro.
“Why would you? What? That’s totally different. A mouth is a mouth, but you jacking off a dude…” Archangel trails off.
“What kind of logic is that?” I’m offended. “I am not a douche, bro. If someone gets me off, I give the same energy back. We do not practice toxic masculinity here.” I redouble my effort to get his sweats off and win, tossing them on the floor out of reach.
He grabs his dick like he’s keeping it from me. “I can get myself off. I wouldn’t ask you to?—”
