“But you’re not a top?” he asks carefully, like he’s afraid he won’t get the words correct. It’s adorable.
“Is that your second question?”
He considers it for a moment. “Yes. Which do you prefer?” He really has no fucking clue about queer culture.
“I’m okay with both, but I’d much rather be the one manhandled. I dream about a man who can toss me around andfuck me into a coma.” Maybe that’s sharing too much, but it’s hard not to be fully honest with him. I have been about almost everything, most of my life.
“One last question,” I say, and my dick could not be more ready. I’ve been hard during this whole conversation.
“I’m saving it.”
“Bastard.”
He looks me right in the eyes as he presses his lips to my knee, like he knows exactly what he’s doing.
“Get up here so I can suck your dick.”
He slides his hands up the inside of my thighs. “You don’t want me to get you off first? You got me off first last time.”
I groan, but shake my head. “No, I’ll get off harder on making you come.”
He pushes to his feet, stepping between my knees again.
“Do you want it like this? Or want to try something else?”
“What did you have in mind?”
TWENTY-FIVE
WOLFE
When I said not having DP curbed my horniness, I lied, and the prospect of Archangel using gay witchcraft to make a blow job even hotter is going to make me come way too fast. But I can’t back down now.
He goes to his bag, and I’m a little concerned about what he’s going to pull out of there. A little black packet comes out of a pocket, but he conceals it in his hand before I can see what it is.
“What is that?”
“You’ll see.” Archangel’s smile terrifies me a bit.
“Do you have some sort of illicit gay drugs straight people aren’t privy to?” I back up as he walks toward me.
He laughs. “Yes, the illicit gay drugs known as anything other than missionary.”
“Hey, I like missionary!”
He rolls his eyes so hard. “Of course you do.” He pats my cheek and lifts his chin. “Lay down.”
“Maybe I want to go back to questions…” I lay back against all my better judgment but keep my head up.
“I could blindfold you.” Angel threatens, putting one knee on the bed.
I scoot back until my head is on the pillow and hold up my hands. “I want to watch.”
Archangel cocks his head, like that answer surprises him. “If you insist.” He tugs at my sweats. “These need to go.”
“Then take them off.” I slide my hands behind my head, letting him have full access. While the first time he sucked me off, I was nervous I’d lose my hard-on, or wouldn’t be into it. Now I’m not worried. I like the way his lips look around my cock. And I’ve never had a blow job like that in my life. I’m sure no one can do it better.
He shakes his head but grabs on either side of my hips and yanks. I lift my ass, allowing him to pull them off. He tosses them on the floor, and I let my knees fall open. I’m already mostly hard.
