Chapter 28
CHAPTER
TWENTY-EIGHT
ANGEL
Rhys says something about a lap dance and in some faraway part of my mind, I remember that’s from the script Sebastian gave us. But really, all I can think about is that boot of his. The way it pressed into my chest, heavy and rough. The sharp point of the heel digging into me. The way his foot arched in the shoe, the black straps and shiny red toes. So elegant and vulnerable and dangerous at the same time.
I don’t have a foot fetish. At least, I don’t think I have a foot fetish. But sitting there with Rhys’s booted foot in my face, a switch flipped inside me. I want to press the sole of his foot to my cheek. I want to suck each one of those perfectly pedicured toes into my mouth. I want to lick his arch and see if he’s ticklish there. I want to come all over his feet and then clean them up with my tongue.
Dear lord, what’s wrong with me? That’s not a normal thing to want, is it? But maybe that’s why it’s got me so wound up. It’s so far outside my comfort zone, so different from anything I could ever have imagined wanting. It’s bad and forbidden, and I think that makes me want it more. Oh heavens, I’m so screwed.
I’m frozen in the chair as Rhys dances on top of me. I don’t dare move. Not a single muscle. I don’t trust myself not to tackle him to the ground and… I don’t know, rub my dick all over his feet or something.
Dang it. Now I’m imagining myself rubbing my dick all over his feet.
Rhys rolls his body, sticking his dragon-decorated erection right into my face. It almost pokes me in the cheek, and I can smell the musky scent of his arousal wafting around me. The tip of his dick peeks out through the metal jewelry and is wet with pre-cum. The dragon looks like it’s salivating, hungry enough to gobble me up.
Slowly, he drags his dick along my cheek. The metal is hard but warm, a strange contrast to the spongy softness of the head of his dick. He brings the tip down toward the corner of my mouth. My lips are parted as I pant through the desire churning in me. He nudges them wide enough to slip his dick between them.
I let out a muffled cry as the dragon’s head enters my mouth, slowly, gently, like it’s curious about what’s inside. My jaw hangs open as Rhys carefully thrusts in and out. My tongue brushes against him, the taste of metal mixing with the salty bitterness of his pre-cum. I want to close my lips around him and suck. I want to draw out more of his delicious essence and drink it down.
Rhys stills, his dick still between my lips. “Go ahead. Suck my dragon.”
I don’t hesitate. I barely have time to think. My body simply reacts to his commands. I catch the head of his dick between my lips and suck as if my life depends on it. My mouth fills with that metallic bitterness, the odd combination sending my head spinning.
Rhys hisses and lets out a shaky, shuddering breath. “That’s it, Angelo. Suck on my dragon-cock.”
Strong fingers rake through my hair, sending tingles along my scalp and down my spine. The hand moves to my shoulder, clamping tight as Rhys shifts his weight. Then something heavy loops over my opposite shoulder—his boot-covered calf. His foot is braced against the back of the chair and his knee is bent right near my head.
I whine around the dick still in my mouth as the scent of the boot’s plastic material joins the mix. I can’t help leaning against Rhys’s leg, feeling the synthetic straps against my shoulder, the side of my head. Without thinking, I let his dick slip from my mouth and I turn to run my tongue over his calf instead. Plastic straps alternating with salty skin. I lick up and down his calf, over every inch I can reach.
“Fuck, Angelo.”
I can’t help myself. My hand comes up to hold him in place as I mouth at the swell of his calf, then work my way down to his ankle. Rhys lifts his foot so I can bring it around to my front. Then I lick along the top of his foot, from his painted toes all the way up to his knee.
I’m lost. Hopelessly, utterly lost. My brain has short-circuited and my body is functioning on pure instinct now, chasing every pleasurable sensation, anything to feed the ravenous desire clawing at my insides.
My tongue glides over the slick polish on his toes. It slips between the small space between his arch and the shoe. I latch onto the knob of his ankle and suck .
“Fuck, Angelo, fuck!”
I find every patch of bare skin and bathe it with my tongue before moving onto the next. I work my way up his leg, to the soft skin of his inner thigh, and finally back to his dragon-dick, which I take into my mouth again.
He doesn’t let me stay there long though, pulling back before I’ve had my fill.
“I’m gonna fall over if we keep doing that,” he explains. Then he grabs the front of my shirt with both fists and hauls me onto my feet.
Rhys hops up onto the edge of the stage and leans back onto his elbows, bringing his legs up so his feet stick up in the air. His legs are spread wide, leaving his dragon-dick, round balls and cute little hole on display.
Rhys is a feast laid out before a starving man. I descend upon him, licking and sucking at anything I can reach. That tender strip of skin at his hip. That sensitive spot where the backs of his thighs meet his butt. The dusky patch between his balls and his hole.
I lick upward and take both balls into my mouth. My nose is buried in his groin. A moan erupts from me at the feeling of being stuffed like this, of being smothered in Rhys.
I move down, past his taint and to his hole. I don’t stop—no hesitation, no second-guessing. I swipe my tongue over the wrinkled skin and I’m instantly addicted to the taste of him. Dark, musky, intoxicating. I lick and lick, digging into the center to gather up even more of his succulent flavor. I seal my lips around the bud and suck. I rub the wiry hairs of my beard over the sensitive skin, then do it all again.
“Jesus Christ. Fucking hell. Angelo!” Rhys’s legs are over my shoulders now, the weight of his boots heavy on my back. His hands are in my hair, holding me in place as I eat him out. It’s the most delicious meal I’ve ever had.
I shove my tongue into his body, wriggling it around inside. He rocks against me as the ring of muscle tries to suck me deeper.
I can’t believe what I’m doing. I can’t believe how much I love this. It’s satisfying a deep craving I had no idea I had. It’s filling a pit in me that I didn’t know existed. This is what I need. This is who I am now. A man who needs Rhys like I need air and water and food.
It’s a heady feeling, but then the whole day has been heady.
Watching Rhys wrap himself around the pole, his body bending in unimaginable ways. His hair whipping through the air, the bright red strands catching the light. The way he looked at me like I’m the most important person in the world. Like I mean more to him than anyone else he’s ever met.
Ever since his dad’s birthday party, my life has been so spun around that I can’t tell left from right or up from down. Everything I thought I knew about myself and my life has been called into question, and I don’t know what’s real or true anymore. Have I been living the life I want? Or have I merely been living the life that was handed to me?
The one sure thing, the one thing I have absolutely no doubt about, is Rhys and my feelings for him. I love him. It’s bewildering, staggering, terrifying. But spending the last two weeks away from him has only confirmed that I don’t want to live another day without him.
“Okay, let’s get you both on the pole.”
I don’t stop eating Rhys’s butt until he physically pushes me away. I grab onto the edge of the stage to keep myself from stumbling. I’m drunk on Rhys. I’m dizzy with him.
I think I’m supposed to do something now. I’m pretty sure Sebastian was speaking to me, but my brain is in no condition to understand it.
Instead, Rhys tugs me forward and I clumsily climb onto the stage. His nimble fingers make quick work of the buttons on my shirt, and the two sides part to reveal my chest and stomach. Then he tackles my jeans, pushing them down along with my briefs, so they’re trapped around the tops of my thighs.
Lube appears from somewhere and Rhys slicks me up before reaching back to spread the rest on his hole. With a quick wipe of his hands on a towel, he spins around, grabs the pole with both hands, and sticks his bum out toward me.
“Come here, big boy. Give me that monster cock of yours.”
I stumble close enough for Rhys to grab my dick and guide me toward him. I love how he does this, how he takes my dick and feeds it into his hole. He’s the one in control. He’s the one impaling himself on me.
My eyes flutter shut as I sink into his wonderfully tight heat. Encasing me. Consuming me. Warmth spreads from my dick out to the rest of my body, burning me up from the inside out.
Rhys gasps as I bottom out. My hands go to his hips to squeeze us firmly together.
“Go at him, Angel. Fuck him nice and hard.” Sebastian’s directions come from some far-off place.
I grip his thighs and piston my hips back and forth. The friction along my dick sends waves of pleasure running through me, but it pales in comparison to the sight of Rhys on display.
He grips the pole with both hands stretched high above. His back is arched, a long, elegant curve from his pert, round bum all the way up to his well-defined shoulders. His long hair—red to match his nails—covers the top part of his back in a shimmering waterfall.
I reach for it, tangling my fingers in the silky waves, mesmerized by the way the red strands wrap around my hand.
“Oh god!” Rhys cries out, head falling back. “Yes! Yes!”
He shouts every time my hips hit his butt cheeks. The sound rings through the air, through my ears, driving me forward. Harder. Faster. My hips working until I’m drenched with sweat and my clothes are plastered uncomfortably to my skin.
I need them off. I need to feel Rhys’s body against my naked flesh. I need that closeness, the skin-on-skin contact. “Rhys,” I whine.
He doesn’t need me to explain. He just knows somehow, like he can read all the thoughts that flit through my mind.
He pushes himself away from the pole and the change in angle makes my dick slip out of his hole. He turns and helps me strip the rest of my clothes off. I tear at my unbuttoned shirt while he drops to his knees to untie my boots. They’re gone in a minute and my jeans and underwear a second later.
He doesn’t stand though. He holds me still with both hands on my thighs, then leans in to take my dick into his mouth .
“Ah!” I practically scream. My dick was just inside his butt a moment ago. And now he’s sucking on it with his mouth. It’s dirty. It’s filthy. And I think I might come just from how wrong it feels.
Rhys gurgles and chokes, spit running down his chin and tears running down his cheeks. I stand there, staring. This beautiful, talented, strong man on his knees in front of me, greedily sucking me down.
“Rhys! Rhys!”
He pulls backs, smirking up at me with a knowing smile. Then he plants a quick kiss right on the tip of my dick and a fresh spurt of pre-cum comes gushing out.
“We’re not done just yet, big guy.” He stands and spins to face the pole again, but this time, he doesn’t just grip it with both hands. He hauls himself up on it, pinching the pole between his thighs and crossing one calf over the other.
He glances over his shoulder, eyes dark and enticing, lips puffy from the blowjob. “Come here, fuck me.”
I stumble forward until I’m pressed against that gorgeous back. I nuzzle his hair, then brush it out of the way so I can get to his neck. He tilts his head to give me more access and I lick a stripe from his shoulder to his ear. Salty. Delicious.
Somehow, Rhys has managed to position himself at the exact right height for my dick to slip inside him. It’s awkward with him suspended on the pole, but we manage. Then he leans back, letting me take all his weight, resting his head on my shoulder.
He reaches up to grip the back of my neck, and my arms wrap around him, hands covering as much of his skin as I can. The smooth softness is a thin layer over hard muscles. I flick his nipples, grazing my thumb over the tiny, stiff nubs. Rhys trembles, caught precariously between me and the pole. He’s got nowhere to go, no leverage to move. He’s completely at my mercy.
The rush of power is no match for the sense of humility that floors me. Not for the first time, I have to marvel at how lucky, how blessed I am to have met Rhys, to have him in my life. I bury my face into his neck as gratitude almost brings me to my knees.
We don’t stay in this position for more than a couple minutes, just enough time for Sebastian to get shots of Rhys’s dragon-dick sticking up into the air. My movements are restricted when I’m holding so much of Rhys’s weight and he can only grip the pole with his thighs for so long.
I hold him gingerly until he gets his feet back on the floor, but the next position seems just as precarious as the last.
Rhys rests his back against the pole and reaches up to grip it above his head. He lifts his legs into a V, boot-encased feet and calves in the air, pointing down to his dragon-dick and his glistening hole.
I step forward, fit myself back into his body, only to go a little berserk when he rests his legs on my shoulders. My vision goes a little blurry and my hips snap forward. His feet, his boots. They’re within licking distance. Within biting distance. I turn my head to rub my cheek against the straps encircling his calf, and a violent shudder runs through me.
“Oh, fuck,” Rhys mutters.
With my hands on his bum to help support his weight, I let my hips fly .
“I’m not going to last long,” Rhys warns.
I’m not going to either. Rhys’s tight heat around my dick. The heady sensation of his booted feet on either side of my head. The sight of him bent in half, pinned helplessly between me and the pole. It all feels too good. Too much. I’m strung out. Right on the brink.
I sink my teeth into the plastic leather of Rhys’s boot, and breathe in the scent of it as it mingles with the smell of sex around us. My balls swing freely through the air, so heavy and full of the cum that I want to pump into Rhys’s body.
“Fuck! Fuck! Right there! Yes, just like that. Just like that!”
I hammer away at Rhys’s button as hard as I can, his body twitching every time I hit it. Then suddenly he’s coming. His hole clamps impossibly tight around my dick, his body goes taut, and creamy white cum shoots out of the dragon’s mouth, decorating Rhys’s beautifully tanned and sweaty skin.
I don’t dare stop, maintaining my rhythm and waiting for Rhys to give me permission to come too. “Rhys…” I whine, nuzzling his calf for comfort as the rest of my body is bursting at the seams.
“Yes, come for me, Angelo. Fill me up.”
With a roar, I slam into him, emptying my cum into his hole until I’m completely drained. The room spins around me and my vision goes white. I don’t know how I’m still on my feet.
Fingers touch my lips and I automatically open to let them in. The taste of Rhys’s cum explodes on my tongue. I swallow down every drop he feeds to me, sucking every finger clean before I let it go .
When I finally soften enough to slip out of Rhys’s bum, I drop to my knees and turn him around by his hips. I pull his cheeks apart and dive in, licking up the cum leaking out of him. Every trickle. Every spurt he pushes out. I go digging into his hole with my tongue to make sure I haven’t missed a single drop.
Somehow I end up flat on my back, staring up into the bright lights around the stage. A warm body drapes itself over me and a soft, pliant mouth molds itself to my lips.
Rhys kisses me, soft and tender. The contrast to what we just did makes me shudder with an aftershock. I moan into the kiss, silently repeating the words that I don’t have the courage to say out loud just yet.
I love you. I love you. I love you.