Chapter 12
CHAPTER
TWELVE
ANGEL
I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come. If I move a single inch, I’m going to explode and it’ll all be over.
I don’t want this to be over. I want this to last forever.
Rhys clenches around me, his already-tight hole squeezing my rock-hard dick.
I let out a strangled sound, throwing my head back and slamming my eyes shut.
He feels so dang good. So much better than anything I could’ve imagined. No wonder people are always going on and on about sex. If this is what the guys are getting from their girls, I’m surprised they don’t quit their jobs just to have sex all the time.
Except Rhys isn’t a girl. I have to remind myself of that. I’ve never been with a girl like this, so technically, I have nothing to compare him to. But the vision of him bent over in front of me, rounded butt, gracefully arched back, long hair spilling over his shoulders… it wouldn’t be difficult to mistake hi m for a girl.
Maybe his shoulders are a little too broad. Maybe his hips are a little too narrow. But I’m only noticing these things because I’m looking for them.
In fact, the view is almost as overwhelming as the physical sensations. Watching my dick disappear into Rhys’s hole. Seeing how he reacts when I move inside him. Hearing the sounds he makes, the filthy moans, the high-pitched whines, the demands he throws at me. It’s a full-frontal assault on my senses.
“Okay, Angel, we need to see a bit of fucking,” Sebastian says. He’s been moving around us with the camera held up close to his face.
I didn’t notice him or Christian or the big lights earlier when I was on my back and Rhys was doing most of the work. After we switched positions, it was impossible not to see Sebastian hovering so close. But the reminder that this is all being recorded hasn’t been as jarring as I thought it would be. Weirdly enough, it’s almost reassuring to have him here, giving me encouraging nods and quiet directions when I’m not sure what to do.
Like now.
I can’t just stand here all day with my dick in Rhys’s butt. I need to move.
I start slow, the motion strange and unfamiliar. How much do I pull out? How forceful should I be going back in?
“Yes! Faster! Harder! I can take it! Give it to me!”
Apparently, I’m being too cautious.
Rhys thrusts himself back onto me, so much harder and faster than I thought was allowed. It’s staggering, driving me to new, dizzying heights of pleasure. All I can do is hang on to his hips and try to match his speed .
The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room. It mixes with my heavy breathing and Rhys’s cries. The scent of sex, of sweat, is tangy and sharp in my nose.
Rhys shifts, reaching one arm under himself, and Sebastian leans down to get a shot from below.
Is he jerking himself off? I wish I could see that. He came hands-free earlier, spraying both of us with his cum. I didn’t know that was possible, that guys could come without any direct stimulation.
It was fascinating to watch. His dick bouncing up and down as Rhys moved on top of me. The slap of it against my stomach each time he hit bottom. The look on Rhys’s face when the climax overtook him. The heat of his cum, scorching my skin.
Then he licked it off me, every single drop, that tongue winding its way over my body.
Oh god, oh no, I’m going to come. I’m so close. “Ah, I’m gonna… I need…”
“Pull out!”
Sebastian’s instructions filter through the roaring in my ears, and I pull out of Rhys’s body without a second to spare. My hand flies over my dick as cum shoots out of me in thick, creamy white ropes, landing all over Rhys’s butt.
My vision goes blurry and I’m literally unsteady on my feet. I’ve never come so hard before, like my entire body is getting siphoned out through my dick. My head is stuffed with cotton. My limbs are weighted down with lead. And yet, I feel completely weightless. I collapse onto my back next to Rhys.
He shifts to lie on his side, facing me, braced up on one elbow, while still stroking himself with his other hand. He leans over and attacks my mouth with his lips, teeth, and tongue. He’s forceful and aggressive and all I can do is lie there and take it.
He cries out into my mouth, and I swallow it down. A second later, he hooks his leg over mine and hot spurts of cum land on my thigh.
“Oh my fucking god,” Rhys mutters, as he drops his head to my shoulder. His exhale is a cool wash over my heated skin. The weight of his body against mine is solid and anchoring. I let my eyes drift shut, basking in all the warm, tingly feelings.
“That was awesome, guys,” Sebastian says. “You can get cleaned up when you’re ready. Then we’ll shoot the exit interview.”
Rhys lets out one last sigh, then rolls away from me. I immediately miss the press of his body, but I stop myself from reaching for him. The cameras are off already. There’s no reason for me to want him close.
Rhys sits up and stretches, his lithe body arching and bending like a work of art. Then he hops off the bed and grabs the silky robe he was wearing earlier. Sebastian and Christian have turned away too.
No one is watching me. No one will notice.
I swipe my fingers through Rhys’s cum on my thigh, then quickly stuff my fingers in my mouth. Bitter. Salty. Musky. Delicious.
I suck my fingers clean, but when I’m about to go back for more, Rhys turns to face me again. I freeze with my fingers in my mouth.
His eyes narrow a fraction, flitting between my face and my cum-splattered thigh. Then the corners of his lips lift in a suspicious smile.
My ears burn hot as I yank my fingers free and clear my throat. Shit. Crap. I scramble to sit up and act normal, but it’s too late. He totally caught me sneaking a taste of his cum.
“Here.” Rhys’s voice is soft and gentle as he hands me a towel. “Just wipe down. No need to dress for the last interview. Fans like to see us disheveled.” Then he plants a quick kiss on my cheek before disappearing out to the living room.
Sebastian and Christian are out there already, moving equipment around for the last part of the shoot. I do as Rhys said, wiping myself down as best I can with the small hand towel. But I still slip on my underwear before going to join them.
Rhys’s gaze rakes down my body when I step out, lingering for a moment at my crotch.
“Is it okay?” I ask when I sit down next to him on the couch. “It feels weird being completely naked.”
“It’s great,” he says, settling in beside me so we’re pressed nice and close.
I lean into the contact, trying not to be too obvious. I let out a silent sigh of relief when he practically drapes himself over me.
“You look super cute in tighty-whities. Like a cuddly teddy bear,” he murmurs quietly into my ear.
I squirm a little at the description. No one’s called me a teddy bear before. What does that even mean? And why does it make me feel all weird and fluttery inside?
Sebastian sits down across from us before I can really dwell on it. “Angelo! That’s a wrap on your first gay-for-pay scene. What do you think?”
What do I think? I think it was… a lot. Overwhelming. Surreal. A dream. How do I explain that it’s the craziest th ing I’ve ever done in my life, and yet, it felt so normal, so natural? So good?
“Yeah, it was… cool.”
My hand settles on Rhys’s knee before I even realize I’ve moved it from my own. I stare at it for a moment, marveling at how nice it feels. It’s such a casual touch, and yet so intimate at the same time. I can be a pretty touchy-feely person with Mama, with Sabrina, with friends like Mario. But it’s different with Rhys—everything’s different with Rhys.
“How about you, Rhys? How was Angelo?”
Rhys props his chin on my shoulder so he can peer up at me through his thick lashes. “He was fantastic.”
I doubt I was fantastic. I barely knew what I was doing. He’s just saying that because the camera’s rolling. But my ears still get warm at the scripted compliment, and the fluttering in my tummy grows stronger.
“Would you do it again, Angelo?” Sebastian asks.
My stomach clenches. I forgot he was going to ask that question. I’m supposed to say maybe so we’re not committing to anything, but we’re not ruling anything out either. Keep things open and ambiguous. It’s supposed to heighten anticipation or something.
But the word gets caught in my throat and my hand tightens on Rhys’s knee. I can feel his gaze on me, weighty and constant and oddly soothing.
I should say maybe. Just say it. What’s so hard about that? It’s two syllables. I say the word all the time. It doesn’t even mean anything. It’s just a word that’s been scripted out for me.
But I can’t. My body won’t let me.
Because I want to say yes instead .
Because… I need the money. Yes, that’s right. That’s what I told Sebastian when he asked me that day at Rhys’s apartment. A bit of extra cash to help make ends meet before Sabrina gets herself a job.
Sebastian’s paying me pretty well for today, but one video won’t make much of a dent in the house’s two mortgages. I’ll need to make a bunch more in order to pay off the house. And give Sabrina more time with Jonah before she has to go back to work. Then build a cushion so things aren’t always so tight.
It’s the smart thing to do, right? It’s not like this was a horrible experience or anything. It’s actually kind of fun? How else would I be able to make so much money so easily? Yeah. Yeah, it is the smart thing to do.
“I, uh, I think so?” My heart is hammering against my ribs as I speak, sending blood rushing past my ears.
Sebastian blinks in surprise, gaze flitting to Rhys.
Next to me, Rhys is stock-still, unmoving. I glance toward him and our gazes collide, stealing the air from my lungs.
There’s surprise in his eyes too, but also something else. Something that reaches into me and wraps itself around my heart. It tugs so hard I can feel the physical sensation in the middle of my chest as it reels me in.
We’re already so close, pressed up against each other. And yet we’re not close enough. I want to be closer. I want to draw Rhys into my arms and get so tangled up with him that I can’t tell where I end and he begins.
I’m here for the money. I’m here for the money. I’m here for the money.
And only for the money. I gulp .
“And Rhys?” Sebastian sounds like he’s a world away. “Would you do another video with Angelo?” he asks.
Rhys doesn’t hesitate. “In a heartbeat.”
After wrapping up the shoot, Sebastian and Christian start packing away the equipment while Rhys and I get dressed again. He emerges from the bathroom in a light blue floor-length skirt with black boots peeking out from under the hem. His white shirt is loose enough to hang off one shoulder and cropped to reveal a band of smooth stomach. He’s touched up his makeup and added a fresh coat of gloss to his lips.
I stare at him, speechless, as he twists left and right, making the skirt swish around him.
“So, um, what are you up to for the rest of the day?” He winces like he hadn’t expected to ask me that question.
I blink, drawing a blank. Suddenly, the only thing I want to do is grab Rhys and tumble onto the bed in a pile of limbs. But I did have something planned for tonight… what was it?
Oh, yeah. “I, um, have Sunday dinner with Mama.”
Rhys’s brows draw up and together, and his eyes soften with tenderness. “That’s so sweet!”
I shrug. It’s really not a big deal. I have dinner with Mama all the time. It’s easier than having to cook for myself. But Sunday dinners have always been special—and mandatory. “I go every week.”
Rhys nods. “I get it.”
“Do you want to come?” Ah, shoot. I had not meant to ask that. I mean, yeah, a part of me wants to keep spending time with Rhys, but bringing him to Sunday dinner feels… inappropriate?
I don’t usually bring friends over for the weekly family dinner, but then, most of my friends have their own to go to. I’m pretty sure Rhys doesn’t, but still. You don’t just bring anyone home for Sunday dinner. And I don’t even know if Rhys and I are actually friends.
Rhys smiles and tilts his head. His hair brushes over his bare shoulder, and all of a sudden, I need to know what it would feel like on my skin. I tamp it down and drag my gaze from his shoulder back to his face.
“Thanks. You’re such a teddy bear. But I’ve already promised Hayden we’d order in.”
I nod as disappointment and relief fill me at the same time.
“But, um, are you free on Wednesday night?” Rhys takes a step closer. “I dance at The Bronzed Rail on Wednesday nights. If you want to come, I can get them to waive the cover charge for you.”
Images of Rhys dangling from a pole flash through my mind. I’ve watched a bunch of videos of him online, but I never thought I’d get to see him dance in person.
“It’s a gay nightclub, though, just so you know. In case that makes you uncomfortable or anything. No worries if it does. It’s totally cool either way. Oh, and I go on kind of late. At elevenish. And I know you have to work early the next day. I also dance on Fridays if that works better for you. Just let me know and I’ll put your name on the list. Or not. Either way. It’s cool.” His hand waves as he speaks and he shuffles backward, turning slightly as if he’s about to escape out the door.
“I’d love to. ”
Rhys freezes, already halfway to the door. “Really?” he breathes.
Nightclubs aren’t really my scene. I haven’t been clubbing in years. Most days I’m in bed by the time eleven rolls around. And I definitely haven’t been to a gay nightclub before.
But none of that matters. Rhys invited me and every cell in my body is screaming yes.