“Where are you going?” I reach for him.
“To get a washcloth for your sticky cock.” He glances over his shoulder and the view of him is hot.
I can’t fight him. I can’t move. “What was that?”
He comes back a few moments later with a warm cloth and cleans off my still half-hard dick.
I hiss. “Fuck.”
He glances up. “You’re so easy.”
“Fuck you. Come up here.”
He lays down next to me after tossing the cloth into his laundry.
I grab his jaw. “Kiss me.”
“After I had your cum in my mouth?” He doesn’t fight my pull, leaning in.
I part my lips and taste myself on his tongue. “I’m not scared of my own cum.”
He groans and it’s so masculine and I like it way more than I expected to.
“I think that’s more shocking than you letting me suck your cock,” he says playfully into my lips. He lets go of some of his inhibitions kissing me deeper and with more passion than he did before. The difference is mind blowing.
“Is it?” I want to do more. I’m competitive so that only makes me want to try sucking his dick, just to shut him up. Make him see I’m not limited by fucking anything. “Why do you still have these on?” I tug at his sweats.
“Because you haven’t taken them off me yet.” He pulls back, and I follow rolling half on top of him, not giving him any space.
“Can’t help me out at all?” I shove my hand into the front of them, grabbing his dick.
He hisses against my lips, making me smile. I love the way he reacts to me. “Like you helped me?”
I shove my knee between his thighs, pushing up into his balls while I stroke him.
He rocks his hips, grinding into my hand. “Are you going to take them off?” He’s breathless, and I’m the cause.
My chest swells. “If you want them off, take them off.”
“Dick.” Angel groans but quickly loses his pants and I wrap my fingers around him again.
I glance between us, watching how my hand moves over his cock. He throbs, veins protruding. I’m shocked because I want to taste him, and I think I could do it. I’m into it I think, and that blows my mind.
He grabs my pec, fingers splaying out over my chest, while his other hand grabs my arm. “Don’t stop.”
“That close?” The way my dick reacts to him needs to be studied.
Mine.
“Yes.” Archangel arches, gripped in pleasure. Lips barely parting in a moan as he shoots, spilling all over his abs. I find his lips again, tasting his gasps.
He has no right to be as hot as he is. No wonder no one tells him no.
His come-down is slow. He blinks, and his lips pull into a smile. “You kissed me.”
“Yes.” I brace myself for his question, but it never comes.
Instead, he kisses me again. It’s slow and less needy than before. I’m already ready to go again, but I don’t push it. I like this with him. I hope he does too.
