Chapter 20 Wolfe
TWENTY
WOLFE
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—”
I cut him off, grabbing his hand to pin it above his head. “What kind of guy just leaves their partner to get themselves off after they finish?” I’m annoyed.
What the fuck does he take me for?
“You’d be surprised.”
“Unforgivable behavior!” I keep his arm trapped and get up on one knee to straddle one of his thighs so he can’t go anywhere.
He just stares at me like this is some shocking move.
I wrap my free hand around his dick. This is the first dick other than mine I’ve touched and I don’t want to be bad at it.
He doesn’t say anything.
I stroke him slowly, waiting for a reaction. When one doesn’t come I ask, “Is this okay?”
He sucks in a breath and barely gets out a “Yes.”
“Are you sure?” I roll my hand up his shaft doing what I like.
His cock is so soft and smooth. It feels almost like stroking mine, but not quite as thick. The movement is easier than I thought it would be.
“Fuck, Wolfe.” He arches into my hand, and he is so fucking sexy stretched out under me. He’s built but lean like he was sculpted from marble. The kind of guy everyone saves photos of as goals, and I love looking at it.
Hell, I even like his reactions. He whimpers, as I keep stroking. I love getting all his sounds. I want more. His chest rapidly expands as he sucks in a breath, watching my hand.
“You like that, don’t you?” After I get past the strange newness, it’s easy to be myself.
He nods, lower lip trembling, like he doesn’t trust his voice. He’s fighting it so hard, like he wants to watch, but he also can’t control himself anymore.
It’s easy to get him worked up and I’m drunk on it.
“I’m going to make you come so hard, Angel baby.”
He whimpers hips jerking as he sucks in a breath. Pre-cum leaks from him, and I smear it down his cock. He throws his head back, eyes fluttering shut as he groans again.
“No. Look at me.”
His eyes snap open.
“That’s right. I want you to see what I’m doing.”
He grabs my thigh, blunt nails gripping me tightly as I rub my thumb over his slit.
“Are you going to come for me?” I ask as his eyes start to roll back. It feels so natural.
“You have me pinned, so if you want me to come, you have to make me.” Angel throws the words out like a fucking challenge.
And I like it.
My cock seems to, too. I’m hard again. Painfully so. It’s been so long since another person touched me, and my body won’t be happy with only one round.
“I’m not letting you up until you give me what I want.” I drop my head to spit over his tip.
He gasps and curses, arching his back even more as every single muscle in his body tightens. He’s on the edge. I know him so well, even though I’ve never seen him come before, I can just tell.
“You are so intoxicating to watch,” I whisper, rolling my hand and quickening my strokes, doing what I like when I’m close.
His hair is a mess over the pillow, and he looks majestic stretched out and pinned. He groans, swollen lips parting.
In another few seconds, he’s gasping and moaning, rolling his hips, and stretching his neck out, coming with his whole fucking body. I can’t look away. He has me completely captivated.
I’m transfixed by every reaction, wanting more.
His cock erupts, splashing cum up his chest with some even making it to his chin.
I keep stroking, hoping I’m doing this right.
Not having a road map on how to do this, except for what I like.
If his body language is anything to go by, it’s working.
He keeps going, coming a massive amount, which is pretty hot.
I like that I won.
I slow my hand, milking the last few drops.
He pries his eyes open, just looking at me.
I smile and change my grip on his wrist to lace our fingers together. “Was that okay?”
“It was more than okay.” He’s breathless.
“Can I get something to clean you off?”
He nods.
“You won’t leave?”
“No.”
“Promise?” I ask.
“I promise.”
I make myself get up. Otherwise, I won’t, too scared he won’t be here when I get back.
I have to trust him. I know I can. He’s always had my back, but it’s fucking hard.
I’ve never been able to rely on anyone but him.
All the people who told me they would take care of me were fucking liars, even his sister.
The world is filled with self-serving assholes. But never Angel.
I pull my sweats back on and go to the bathroom, letting the water heat up, trying to keep my anxiety in check. He apologized for the distance. I trust him. I don’t need to rush back. So I let the water heat up, grounding myself.
I return with a warm washcloth, and he hasn’t moved an inch. He looks half dead and blissed out. My chest is a little less tight. I wipe him up, then my hand, then toss the cloth toward my hamper. I find his pants and toss them at him before climbing back into bed.
“Still okay?” I ask after he pulls on his sweats.
“Yes,” he says through a yawn.
“Can I cuddle you?” I ask before acting, not wanting to drive him away again.
“Yes.” He’s hesitant, so I go slow and just put my arm around him.
I just hope he’s still here in the morning.
I can’t handle losing him.