Chapter 23 Wolfe
TWENTY-THREE
WOLFE
“What are you saying?” Archangel asks.
I’d thought about his lips around my cock way too much. I’ve gotten a lot of blow jobs, but none that I’ve thought about this long after and desperately need again. So it didn’t really solve my abusing myself issue so much as made it way fucking worse.
Archangel can have anyone he wants. He always has a million guys vying for his attention.
I’m sure I’m nothing like his type, but I thought we had a good time.
And it seems like a pretty good solution to neither of us hooking up with anyone else.
We could at least be friends with benefits while doing this.
But then we didn’t talk about it again, which I thought made it pretty clear he didn’t want a repeat.
I accepted it without question because he was being way more like we were, and I missed him so damn much, I was just happy to have my best friend back. But I’m jumping at the chance to have him do it again.
I choose my words carefully. “I thought it was a pretty good solution to get both our needs met.”
Angel’s eyes widen. “Are you fucking serious?”
I try to work out if this is a good or bad reaction. “Yes…I enjoyed myself.”
“But—” he cuts himself off.
I want to ask him what he was going to say, but as I’m trying to be less demanding and overbearing in our fake relationship, I wait to see what he does say.
Finally, Archangel says, “I figured you wouldn’t want to keep doing it because it’s with a man.”
Has he forgotten I got off? Because he sure as fuck made me come hard. Isn’t that the fucking definition of enjoying myself?
“I thought you said a mouth is a mouth.” Why does it feel like I’m trying to talk him into it this time? “If you didn’t like it…”
I feel like we’re playing 3D chess and I’m losing.
“No, I enjoyed it,” he says softly. It’s almost shy, but he’s never shy, so what’s going on?
“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.
“Why won’t you let me?”
“So I can get you off.” I say into his mouth, having to gloat a little because I fucking love doing this to him.
“That is not the issue,” Archangel can barely speak. His back arches, and his hips tilt. He’s getting close.
“Then what’s the issue?” I slow my strokes to draw this out. Maybe this is the best way to get him to fucking talk to me.
“I thought it was selfish to try it again knowing you’re not into men,” he says quickly. “Why did you slow down?”
“Because I want you to answer.”
He pries his eyes open and growls. “I am!”
“And I will let you finish when I understand.”
“Fucking mean.” He pulls against my hold groaning. “I could make you stop.”
“You won’t.” I roll my hand and then squeeze his base.
“You’re killing me.” He whimpers, bucking up into my hand.
“Why didn’t you ask me?” I breathe against his mouth.
“I know how you get when you’re horny.” He looks me in the eyes, getting serious. “Let me touch you. Please.”
I release his wrists. “Only if you keep talking.”
He’s in my pants and wrapping his long fingers around my cock faster than should be possible. Gay men really have fucking skills. “You are so fucking hard.”
“Does that surprise you?” I rest our foreheads together, losing myself to how his palm feels sliding over my cock. “Fuck.”
“Yes.” His voice hitches, eyes dazed with desire.
“If you knew the way your mouth felt, you wouldn’t be surprised.”
He bites my lip, stretching the skin and I chase his tongue. It’s so hard to focus with the way he’s touching me. How the fuck does he know my body so well?
“How do I get when I’m horny?”
“Cranky. And single-minded.” He’s not wrong.
“Is it so bad if I take that out on you?” I ask, breathless, so close he might kill me.
“I shouldn’t answer that.” He grabs my thigh, trying to pull it up over his shoulder.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I move awkwardly, while trying to keep my hand on his cock.
“Trying to get you in my mouth so you stop fucking asking me questions!” He bends down enough to flick his tongue over my tip.
“Angel,” I moan but pull my hips back. “No fair distracting me! Answer the question.”
“Don’t you want to be in my mouth again?” His warm breath blows over my tip making my cock ache.
“More than I want to breathe.” But I don’t let him bend down again. I press my knee into his chest, keeping him back.
He switches up tactics, stroking me and playing with my balls, while using just the tip of his tongue, making it impossible for me to reach his dick.
How did this turn into a fight? And I’m fucking losing somehow.
I grab his wrist again, taking at least one hand out of the equation. He struggles against my hold and a loud crack sounds. We both freeze.
Oh no.
Another crack, and the chair crumbles under us. Thankfully, since it was an Adirondack chair, we don’t have far to go to the ground. We end up sprawled on top of each other, dicks out, limbs tangled in clothes, but laughing.
“Are you okay?” I move carefully. “Not impaled by any pieces of wood?”
He drops his gaze to my still exposed dick. “Not the kind of wood I want to be impaled by.”
I gasp out a groan. “What?”
“I need to get off before I say anything else stupid.” He lifts his head, half rolling us over so he can duck and lick my tip again.
I let him suck on my head, but only for a few seconds. “Fuck you.”
“I’m trying to get you to fuck me.”
I pull back and drag myself to my feet before I’m attacked again.
He pouts sitting up. I offer my hand, and he takes it, letting me pull him to his feet.
When he’s righted, he presses his body against mine and lifts up on his toes so I can feel every inch of his hard muscle and cock. It surprises me, but I like it.
“Do you want me on my knees?” he whispers over my lips.
“Not until you answer.” I grab his hip so he doesn’t try it.
“What was the question again?” he says into the barest hint of a kiss.
“Is it bad if I take my horniness out on you? You can say no.”
“I don’t want to say no.”
“Then why are you?”