Chapter 35
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FIVE
RHYS
The wedding isn’t a total disaster. In fact, if I ignore anyone over the age of sixty-five who keeps glaring in our direction, I’d even say the wedding is fun.
The reception is in the church’s community hall. It’s basically a gym that they’ve managed to disguise as a reception space with white fabric strung up across the ceiling and fabric curtains lining the walls. Round paper lanterns and fairy lights cast a warm glow, making the large echoey room feel inviting and cozy. The round tables are covered in white tablecloths and the chairs have big, pale pink bows on the back. White and pink flowers make up the centerpieces on each table, and more flowers sit on pedestals dotted around the room.
The buffet was catered by another obscure relation of mine who owns a restaurant, and the dessert bar came from a fancy bakery in Manhattan that the bride is obsessed with.
Angel and I sit at the same table as Sabrina and Nico and his wife, Ariana. The three of them have been a human shield around us the entire time. No one talks to us unless they’ve been vetted, no one even gets close to our table without an approving nod from one of our siblings.
When I left the old neighborhood, I left Nico, Ariana, and the kids behind too. I didn’t give it too much thought at the time. I was so completely focused on escaping the judging looks, the snide remarks, the overwhelming feeling of oppression. But seeing their unquestioning support for me and Angel today, I think I was too hasty in condemning anything that had to do with my childhood.
Not everything from the old neighborhood is bad. Not everyone thinks I’m that weird Gallo kid who likes to pretend he’s a girl. There are good people here. People who love me. People who I love.
Like Angel.
All evening, when he wasn’t busy making sure I was okay, he was playing with the kids and keeping them entertained. He’s so good with them, and there’s such obvious joy in his eyes when he laughs with them. He would make such a good father.
He could teach them how to throw a ball and how to work with their hands. He could give them rides on his back and hoist them up on his shoulders. My throat grows a little tight at the thought of Angel with a little boy with big brown eyes and floppy brown hair.
I’m not a kid person. I’m not really even a marriage person. Those aren’t things I’ve ever envisioned for my life. But those are things Angel definitely deserves. They’re things I want him to have.
Can I give him that kind of life? Marriage, house, white picket fence and two-point-five kids? In a neighborhood that looks alarmingly like this one. All the things I worked so hard to get away from.
Six months ago, I would have revolted at the idea. Absolutely no fucking way. But now…
Like I told Angel earlier, with the right person—with him—the idea doesn’t sound all that bad.
After the giant wedding cake is cut and the happy couple have their first dance, the DJ cranks up the music.
I catch Angel watching the dance floor apprehensively and I take pity on him. “It’s okay, teddy bear. We don’t have to dance.”
“But you love to dance,” he says, full of concern.
“I can dance whenever I want. I don’t need a wedding to shake my ass.”
For a moment, it seems like Angel will take me up on the offer to stay at our table, but then he sets his jaw and shoots to his feet.
“No, I want to dance. Will you dance with me, sweetheart?”
I would never say no to dancing, but when he calls me sweetheart, I’m putty in his hands. He leads me to the edge of the dance floor and hesitates like he’s standing on the edge of a cliff.
I take a step over the invisible line and turn to show him that I haven’t fallen through to the basement or spontaneously burst into flames. He joins me cautiously, then starts to dance.
At least, I think that’s what he’s trying to do. A giggle escapes me as I watch Angel bob up and down, completely out of time with the music. He’s so awkward and eager and unbelievably adorable, I could die.
I can’t stop the massive grin spreading across my face. I can’t stop myself from laughing out loud. I don’t care if anyone is watching. I love this man and I’m not going to hide the way he makes me feel.
The music changes, switching from a fast, upbeat song to something slow and sweet and romantic. We step into each other’s arms and stare into each other’s eyes. Angel’s ears are lobster red, but his cheeks are bunched up into a delighted smile. The browns of his irises draw me in until I’m drowning in their rich, comforting depths.
It’s hypnotizing. And I never want to wake up.
The party is still in full swing when we slip out. It’s been a long day for both of us, and all I want is to crawl into bed for cuddles with my teddy bear. Angel takes us to his house and I pad up the stairs after him in my bare feet, heels in my hands.
When we’re finally alone in his apartment, Angel pauses and glances down at my shoes.
“Can you, um, can you…” His ears flush red frighteningly fast and his wide chest hitches as he tries to catch his breath.
I slowly lift the golden stiletto pumps with the dangerously pointed toes, and Angel tracks their progress, his gaze never wavering. Lust slams into me at the reminder of Angel’s unexpected shoe and foot kink. My cock fills and my balls tingle. My hole clenches desperately.
“Do you want me to put these back on?” I ask. My voice is husky without any effort.
His Adam’s apple works in his throat and he nods jerkily.
“Then, follow me, teddy bear.” I sling the shoes over my shoulder and lead the way into the bedroom. Angel follows after me, practically panting after the treat I hold in my hands.
I sit on the edge of the bed, heels dangling from my fingers. Angel immediately drops to his knees in front of me. My dick throbs at the sight of him down there, my big teddy bear, looking so debonair, kneeling in front of me, eagerly waiting for what comes next.
I hold out the heels. “Put them on me.” I lift a foot, toes pointed.
Angel’s hands shake as he carefully takes my foot, an expression of awe on his face. He kisses each toe, his breath hot against my skin, his lips impossibly soft, and his beard ticklish and scratchy. He moves to the sole of my foot, trailing kisses over the arch and toward the heel, then up and around to my ankle. His lips latch onto the bony nub on the inside of my ankle and he sucks.
I gasp at the weird sensation that feels so much like he’s sucking on a nipple. I grip the bedcovers behind me as my hips tilt forward, looking for friction. “Oh my god, why does that feel so good?”
Angel doesn’t answer me, though. He’s too consumed with worshiping my foot. He licks along the inside, back toward my toes, before taking my big toe all the way into his mouth.
“Oh, fuck.” I grab my dick, squeezing hard enough to stave off the orgasm rushing at me out of nowhere.
His tongue swirls around the toe, the way he likes to do to my cock, and I’m about this close to coming. It only gets worse when he moves on to the next toe and does the same thing. Then the next. Then the next. His tongue slides between them, wet and wiggly, and Jesus Christ, I’m going to come just from Angel sucking on my foot .
“Wait!” I shout, pulling my foot away.
Angel glances up at me with alarm. “Was that okay? Did I hurt you? Was it bad?”
I’m hovering right on the edge, so close that I can’t even speak. I press my foot against Angel’s chest, as if I can physically kick the orgasm back. Gradually, the need to come eases enough for me to talk.
“That was… too good…” I pant.
A pleased smile graces Angel’s lips as he takes the shoes I’ve dropped to the floor and reverently slips one of them onto my foot. He runs his hand over the top, cups the back of my ankle, smooths his palm up my calf. With one last kiss to my foot, he gingerly sets it down on the floor.
Then picks up the other.
Jesus Christ. I’m definitely going to come if he does that again.
I push my dress apart at the slit, revealing the gold-colored thong I’m wearing underneath. The fabric is already soaked through with pre-cum and my dick is poking out the side. I pull the thong out of the way and clamp my hand around the base of my dick.
Angel’s gaze grows even hungrier as he stares at my cock. He doesn’t break his stare as he licks and sucks on my other foot. He bites gently on the inside of my foot, right at the high point of my arch, and a gush of pre-cum oozes out of my cock.
I stroke myself. I can’t help it. There’s no way I’ll be able to hold off an orgasm, so I might as well give in.
Angel rubs his beard against the underside of my foot, and the tingles that shoot up my leg go straight to my cock. “Fucking hell, do that again. ”
He does, and pleasure ripples from the sole of my foot right to my dick. I tighten my hand, speed up my strokes. My balls draw up tight. And when Angel takes my toes between his lips again, I come.
“Fuck! Oh my god, fuck!” Cum shoots out of me in an orgasm like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. The pleasure is sharper, clearer, piercing through me rather than crashing down on me. There isn’t the typical haze that dulls the sensations. Instead, I feel every single fucking thing.
The wet suction of Angel’s mouth. His tongue as it runs across the base of my toes. The grip of his hand on my heel. The contrast between his soft lips and wiry beard. The pleasure is fucking acute, which is not something I ever thought I’d say.
“Rhys!” Angel’s cry breaks through the roar of blood in my ears.
At some point, he’s gotten his pants undone and pulled out his own gorgeous cock. He’s stroking himself, concentrating the friction right below the red, engorged glans. He’s close too. Just from worshiping my feet. From watching me come while he worships my feet.
An orgasmic aftershock stabs me again, and more cum spurts from my dick.
“Do you need to come, teddy bear?” I ask, rubbing my bare foot against his cheek.
He turns his face into it and nods.
“Do you want to come all over my shoe?” I hold up my other leg, the one that’s wearing the golden heel again, holding it so my foot is poised directly in front of Angel’s cock.
He nods and whines at the same time .
“Go ahead then, my sweet teddy bear. Shoot your cum all over my shoe.”
He lets out a strangled cry and does exactly as I tell him. His cum lands hot on the top of my foot, on my ankle, on the pointed toe of the stiletto. Angel watches at first, but then he squeezes his eyes shut and presses his face into the sole of my other foot.
God in heaven, it should be illegal for someone to be so fucking adorable and sexy at the same time. How the hell did I get so lucky?
When Angel’s shudders soften, I lift my cum-covered foot.
“You’ve made a big mess, teddy bear. Clean it up.”
He doesn’t hesitate, immediately switching his attention to my other foot. His tongue comes out, licking every inch of the shoe, the top of my foot, my ankle, until not a single drop of cum remains.
“And my mess too.”
He lurches forward, headfirst into my crotch. I lean back, giving him access as he searches for all the cum I splattered over myself. He licks my hand clean, then laves my dick with his tongue. He roots around the base of my cock and under my balls too.
“Come up here, big guy.” I tug on his shoulder and he quickly climbs onto the bed with me.
I drag him down for a kiss, licking between his lips to snag a taste of our combined essence. It’s delicious. Angel’s delicious. I’m hooked and I’ll never get enough.
“Well,” I murmur as we gradually come back to ourselves. “That wasn’t quite what I had planned.”
“Was it okay?” Angel asks, again with that hint of concern .
“More than okay, teddy bear. I loved it.”
The tips of his ears turn pink. “I liked it too.”
Eventually, we undress and climb into bed, pulling the covers up around us.
“Thanks for coming to the wedding with me,” Angel murmurs into my ear as he tucks me securely into the curve of his body.
“Thanks for being with me through the whole thing.”
“Always.”
And I agree. With Angel… “Always.”