“Is that the truth?” I ask seriously, because I don’t want him to do this unless he enjoys it.
“I wouldn’t have done it if I didn’t like it.” Archangel won’t look at me.
Frustration builds in my chest. I shove forward, climbing into his lap, straddling his hips while grabbing his face and forcing him to look at me. “Do you not like my cock?”
Angel lifts his beautiful eyes, looking at me through long dark lashes. “I can assure you that is not the issue.”
My cock really likes that answer and hardens slightly. “Did you not enjoy me returning the favor?” Because if it’s not one what else can it be? If I’m not his type I can’t change that, but still, getting off is fun, and he was hard. We might as well enjoy the situation.
“No…” Another hesitation while something works behind his eyes. “I mean, it wasn’t a blow job, but I got off, didn’t I?”
My mouth falls open. He fights a grin. My bitchy best friend is back, I am offended.
“It was my first time handling heavy equipment. You think you could give me a minute to get used to it before it goes in my mouth?” I can’t believe I have to defend myself.
Archangel’s brows fly up. “The straight guy only needs a couple of times before he’s willing to put it in his mouth?”
“I’m open-minded! I kiss you, don’t I?” I hover my lips over his, not sure what’s come over me. Clearly, I’m horny and losing my mind, but I’m not about to let him win.
“Not with my cock in your hand.” He puts his hands on my hips.
This mother fucker.
I reach between us before the words are fully out, wrapping my hand around his dick through his sweats. “Fuck you,” I say, brushing our lips together again.
“So aggressive, sweetheart.” His eyes half close, and his lips part in a soft moan as I stroke him.
“I thought you wanted me to fuck your mouth aggressively.” I nip at his lip.
He groans again, rocking his hips. “Fuck. I did say that, didn’t I?”
I kiss across his jaw, craving those reactions and he leans his head back, opening up for me.
“You did.” I shift in the chair, allowing me to work my hand into his sweats while I suck on his skin. It’s going to leave a mark, and he’s going to be annoyed if his family can see it. But I don’t care.
“You’re going to break the fucking chair.” He laughs, but it quickly turns into a needy gasp as my fingers close around him.
“I’m not that big!” I work my way back up his throat and find his mouth.
“That’s not the real issue.” He’s panting, letting me know he likes it.
“What’s the real issue?” I slip my tongue into his mouth getting my first real taste of him. The tea is there, masked by the beer. I stroke him while my own cock leaks, begging for attention.
His tongue curls around mine as he frantically tries to get my dick out. I grunt wanting it but not at the same time.
I grab his wrist, stopping him. “This isn’t about me.”
“Fuuuuuck,” he moans, fighting my grip, and I’m so damn hard.
Why is this so hot?
“Let go.”
“No.”
“Why not?” He growls using his free hand to try and free my cock.
I release his dick long enough to get both wrists in one of my hands before going back to jacking him. He pants still fighting, like he has a chance.
