Chapter 14
Fourteen
Thomas
Angelo’s hand is on the back of my neck, pulling me deeper into him while his tongue sweeps over mine.
I was hoping we’d make it to his bedroom before losing our clothes this time, but now I’m not so sure.
It doesn’t look like either of us has the patience.
It’s amazing we made it this long without attacking each other.
I move my hand to his jeans, pulling at the button before making quick work of the zipper.
I need our clothes gone. Angelo lifts his ass from the cushion, letting me shove his jeans down so they’re around his thighs.
That’s as far as I get because Angelo’s hands are stripping off my clothes.
He pulls off my sweater and my shirt, leaving my upper half bare before he moves onto my pants.
I’m left in just my underwear, and Angelo is kicking off his jeans and boxers, so he’s in just his T-shirt.
Before I get a chance to strip off the last of his clothes, Angelo straddles my legs, lining us up crotch to crotch.
His bare dick pressed right into me with only my underwear keeping us apart.
His hand slides into my briefs, shoving them down as he pulls out my dick.
He works me over, his hand stroking us together, and as good as this feels, I’m not eager for it to end.
I slide my hand down his back, grabbing a handful of his ass and moving closer to kiss his neck.
He moans, his hand hesitating for a moment.
My fingers trail down the crack of his butt, teasing him with a quick touch at his entrance.
Angelo groans, his breathing ragged. “I wanna eat you out,” I tell him.
“Shove my tongue deep inside of you and make you squirm. Can I?”
Angelo moans; his hand slows to a stop as he contemplates my words. “Fuck. Keep talking like that, and I’m gonna come before you even touch me.”
I give his butt a light smack, gesturing for him to get off my lap.
Angelo flips over, tucking his knees under him to display his ass.
“Damn, you look positively edible.” I move my hands to the globes of his ass, pulling them apart to give me a better view of his hole.
It takes some minor shifting to get into a better position, but I manage.
Leaning down, I lick a stripe over his opening, and Angelo lets out a breathy moan.
His shirt has pooled down by his shoulders, exposing most of his back, and I can’t help myself from touching all the exposed skin.
I run my hand over him, reaching around to tweak a nipple.
“You look so gorgeous like this. Totally at my mercy.”
“Fuck, need you to touch me,” Angelo begs. “Please.”
I give in to his request, spreading his cheeks to give myself better access.
Then, I press my tongue against his hole, slowly breaching his entrance.
My hand reaches around to grab his dick, gently stroking him in time with the thrusts of my tongue.
The way he shivers around my tongue has my dick straining and begging for touch.
There’s just something about having a man fall apart from my mouth.
As I work him over, his hole opens easier for me, and I’m able to easily slide in a finger beside my tongue.
Angelo presses his hips back, riding my face as he gets closer to his release. “I’m close,” he warns me.
“Yeah, baby. Let go. I wanna feel you fall apart on me.” I work him harder, thrusting my tongue and finger in tandem while my other hand strokes his cock.
Angelo says something in Spanish that I think is a cuss word, and his body tightens around me.
I thrust my finger in faster as I feel his dick pulse in my hand, and his seed releases onto the couch cushion beneath him.
Fuck, that was hot. My dick is throbbing and on the edge of coming just from watching him.
I pull away, letting Angelo catch his breath, but he turns around and pushes me down on my back.
His lips seal around my dick, and he goes to bobbing on me with a passion.
I bite my lip as I slide my fingers into his curls and ride out the waves of my impending orgasm.
“Hell yes. You feel so good. Almost there.”
I come, and Angelo sucks me dry, staying there to catch every drop.
It’s like he sucked my brain out of my dick with how all my thoughts and worries just disappear.
Angelo sits up, wiping his hand across his mouth, and I’m mesmerized looking at his swollen lips.
If it weren’t for how hard I just came, I’d want to do all of that again.
“Damn. I think we made a bit of a mess,” Angelo teases.
“We could take a shower,” I suggest. After last time, I want nothing more but to shower with him this time.
It was such a tease to split up into separate rooms after what we did.
He stands up from the couch, uncaring that he’s half naked in the middle of his living room.
His discarded pants and underwear are on the floor while his shirt hangs low enough to cover most of his goods.
He sees me looking and grabs the hem of his shirt, pulling it off over his head.
“Come on,” he tells me before he turns and heads for his bathroom.
I don’t think I even made a conscious decision to follow him.
Next thing I know, I’m in his bedroom and following him to the en suite.
Angelo turns on the water, letting it heat up before he steps inside.
I half expect the moment to turn awkward.
I’ll admit it’s been a long time since I’ve showered with anyone, and thinking back, it’s not the sexiest experience.
Fighting over the prime position to get hit by the stream of hot water, otherwise freezing in the corner.
Imagine my surprise when it hits me that Angelo’s shower is better in that regard.
There’s not one, but two showerheads, and neither of us is left standing in the cold.
“Oh god,” I groan. “I think I’m in love with your shower. ”
Angelo laughs, pressing his hands to the tile on either side of me to cage me in. He leans in until our lips are almost touching. “It has its advantages.”
I press my lips to his. I know the sex part of the evening might be over, but I can’t help myself. I want to kiss him. I know things are complicated, and our relationship is anything but typical, but it’s nice. I can enjoy being with Angelo without overthinking.
“Stay?” he asks.