Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
Julien
Emory stared at Julien throughout their dinner. The sensual tension between them felt so thick, he could feel it on his skin.
He liked it.
Liked the anticipation making his body pulse. Liked this slow build-up, and he especially liked the way Emory was looking at him. That hint of fear wasn’t there. Something a hell of a lot hotter was. The angel was gazing at him as if he wanted to eat him alive.
They did the dishes together, bodies brushing every so often, and as Julien dried and put away the last plate, he reached the end of his patience. He turned away from the cabinet and narrowed his eyes at the angel who now stood next to the dining room table. “Are you feeling this, too?”
Emory didn’t bother trying to pretend he didn’t know what Julien was talking about. He slowly nodded. “I want you, Julien.”
“Fuck,” Julien breathed as he stalked toward Emory and wrapped one hand around the side of his neck. “It’s all I can think about.”
Emory stared up at him with his gray eyes wide, the pupils blown—feeling the same desire that was currently coursing hard through Julien.
He stroked his thumb over the soft skin of Emory’s throat before moving it up to feel the faint stubble on Emory’s jaw.
It was a new sensation for him, and he reveled in it.
He moved his hand up to rub his fingers over Emory’s lips.
“Your lips drive me crazy. So pouty and sexy, and they looked so good wrapping my dick.”
Gray eyes went hot. “You want me to drive you crazy now?”
“You already are.”
“What do you want, Julien?” Emory whispered.
“You. I want to sink into your body and still be able to kiss your sexy mouth. I want us naked—skin to skin. Do you do that? Bottom?”
Emory kissed his fingertips as he slowly nodded.
“Do you like it?”
“I love all kinds of sex. I do normally top but love the feel of a man inside me.” He kissed his fingers again and stepped back. “Go up to your room and I’ll meet you there. There’s something I need to do first.”
Julien wasn’t ignorant when it came to anal sex.
He knew what Emory needed to do, and he was dizzy with anticipation.
He hauled Emory back close and slanted his lips over his before thrusting his tongue deep into Emory’s mouth.
He’d grown addicted to the angel’s taste and especially the way he sensuously slid his tongue along Julien’s.
He ran his hands down Emory’s back and cupped his ass.
He could feel how hard Emory was as he ground his hips against him.
Emory moaned, wrapping his arms around Julien tightly and thrusting his groin hard into Julien’s.
Pure need ripped through Julien, and he deepened the kiss, exploring Emory’s mouth.
He knew his hunger was blatantly obvious—and he couldn’t care less.
Emory was meeting him with a matching voraciousness that had all his senses on complete alert.
If just kissing and grinding felt like this, what was actually sinking into Emory going to feel like?
He yanked his mouth away, breathing hard and staring at Emory. “I’ll be waiting.”
Julien had to force himself to walk away.
When he reached his room, he checked that he had lube and condoms, wondering if they even needed the condoms. That thought made him catch his breath.
He’d never had sex bare before, and the thought of doing that with Emory just ramped up his lust more.
He removed his clothes and threw them over the chair in his bedroom.
Then he just stood in the middle of the room, staring at the door.
There was something so sexy about knowing that Emory was preparing himself for Julien.
When Emory arrived in his doorway, he had only a towel notched around his waist. His body was insanely gorgeous with visible lines of lean muscle and a sexy V just over the top of the towel.
He’d left his hair loose, the streaked blond waves falling around his face and over his shoulders.
He’d also retracted his wings, and Julien remembered him saying he didn’t fuck with them out.
He held out his hand.
Emory strode toward him with complete confidence, which was also sexy as hell. So was the way his gaze roamed hungrily over Julien’s body.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Emory’s voice came out raspy and guttural. He walked close and placed his hands on Julien’s chest then stroked them down to his waist before bringing them back up to Julien’s shoulders. “Your body is a fucking work of art.”
Julien worked hard to make it that way. But he was more interested in Emory’s form, and he started running his hands all over him, dislodging the towel when he reached around to cup Emory’s bare ass.
The cheeks fit perfectly in his big hands.
They were firm and wonderfully round, and he kneaded them with relish.
He was going to be inside this ass. His anticipation came with heat.
“Feel like I’m going to burn up,” he muttered right before he slammed his mouth over Emory’s and pulled all that smooth skin against his. He groaned into Emory’s mouth. It felt just as good as he knew it would. It was different—hard muscles instead of soft curves—but he loved it.
He was most definitely bisexual, and if he hadn’t known that before, he sure as hell did now.
Because this was fucking bliss.
His entire body was on fire, his need like a living thing that shut out the world around him.
Emory speared his fingers into Julien’s hair and held him close as he kissed him. Julien continued to knead his perfect ass. He could smell the scent of soap, but Emory had a unique scent of his own. He kissed down his jaw and opened his mouth over Emory’s neck, relishing the taste of his skin.
Emory pushed him toward the bed, and he couldn’t help but grin at the eager expression on Emory’s face. He crawled onto the bed, laying on his back and Emory came over him, those eyes burning with desire.
“Fuck, I want you,” Julien said, voice gritty. He reached out to grab the condom and lube he’d left on the bedside table.
“If you want to use that, you can, but with my magic, you don’t have to.”
He wasn’t even sure he could handle taking Emory bare, but he was definitely going to find out. He left the condom and poured lube over his fingers. “Lift up.”
Emory came up on his knees, straddling Julien. “I prepped myself.”
“I still want to touch you. See how you feel with my fingers and later my tongue.”
The corner of Emory’s mouth went up. “For a straight guy, you don’t seem to be hesitating over any of this.”
“I’m not a straight guy. You’ve shown me that.
I feel absolutely no reservations with you or your body.
I like it all. Want it all. I want to do everything with you, Emory.
” He rubbed the lube on both hands, then wrapped one hand around Emory’s dick and brought the fingers of his other hand to Emory’s hole.
Emory sucked in a sharp breath and threw his head back.
Julien stared up at him in awe. Emory was beautiful poised over him. Overcome with pleasure. Julien stroked his slippery hand up and down that pretty dick and pushed one finger up inside Emory. Just the sensation on his finger made his eyes roll back. “So fucking tight!”
Emory was hot inside, the walls silken. Sliding his cock in there might kill him.
Julien blinked his focus back onto Emory because he didn’t want to miss a moment while he took this angel apart.
He tightened his grip and rubbed his thumb over the tip of Emory’s cock.
At the same time, he thrust his finger in slow, deep movements, searching for Emory’s prostate.
Emory cried out when he did, his hips rolling as he punched his dick into Julien’s fist. He bent his neck to look down at Emory, his wavy hair a gorgeous cloud about his face.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Julien gasped out The rolling of Emory’s hips was taking away his ability to breathe.
Though he’d told Emory he had no reservations and he meant it, a part of him had still wondered if he would completely enjoy this. Enjoy didn’t even come close to describing what he was feeling. It was like every cell in his body had come to life.
Emory stayed his hand. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come, and I want you inside me first.” He lifted off Julien’s fingers, then reached for the lube. He took his time spreading it around Julien’s erection, never once taking his eyes off Julien’s.
Julien reveled in the knowledge that Emory was just as undone over their sex as him. And as Emory sank down onto him, his mouth fell open at the hot, tight clasp. He punched up his hips, sliding deeper.
“Fuck, yes,” Emory bit out as he started to slide up and down.
“I want to feel this myself. Want to be on the other side.” He groaned. “Not yet, though. This is too fucking good. Holy shit, it’s so good. Fuck.”
Emory leaned down to breathe against his lips. “Feels good to me, too. You’re going so deep and you’re so hard and hot.”
Julien slid his tongue into Emory’s mouth, their kiss sloppy from the way their bodies were moving together.
It was still a great kiss. Julien clamped his hands onto Emory’s hips, loving the shifting of his muscles under his palms. His thighs were powerfully strong as he lifted and lowered himself onto Julien.
He’d thought he’d missed sex, but this was unlike any sex he’d experienced.
It had always felt good. Great, in fact.
This, however, was on a completely different scale, and he was sure it had everything to do with the angel himself.
It wasn’t that he was having sex with a male—it wasn’t the novelty.
No, it was the fierce connection he felt toward Emory.
There were the beginnings of real feelings happening here.
He stared up in awe as Emory sinuously moved his body.
He wanted this view for the rest of his life.
Wanted to feel this body against him, wanted to see that wickedly sexy smile and hear his laughter.
Emory began to move faster, and all the thoughts fled from Julien’s mind. He tilted his head back, the groan that released from his throat long and loud. He thrust up over and over, chasing an orgasm he instinctively knew was going to scramble his mind.
And when it hit, it did exactly that. He was no longer capable of thought, could only revel in the incredible pleasure that pulsed throughout every single part of his body. “Emory!” he shouted.
“Fuck, yes!” Emory yelled back as he reached down and hurriedly stroked himself. He cried out again when he shot all over Julien’s chest.
Julien just tightened his fingers on those slim hips, panting, his vision slightly blurry around the edges.
Emory slumped over him, bracing his hands on either side of Emory.
His eyes were hooded, pleasure slackening his features, making him look even more beautiful.
Julien couldn’t look away, knowing his own eyes were wide with wonder.
“Well,” Emory whispered. “We’re awfully good at that.”
Julien had no words, still too stunned to respond. Emory must have sensed that because this time the smile that pulled his lips up was full of affection.
“You okay there, Julien?”
He could only nod, still not finding his voice.
Emory chuckled and leaned down to kiss him before he gently lifted himself off Julien and disappeared into the bathroom. He came back with a warm, wet rag and wiped Julien down.
Julien finally found his voice, and he grasped Emory’s wrist with one hand and lifted his other to tuck some of Emory’s hair behind his ear. “I loved everything about that,” he said softly. “Absolutely everything.”
“So did I.” Emory smiled again. “Like I said, we’re good at it.”
“We’ll be doing that again.”
“Yeah, Julien, I have a feeling we’ll be doing that again. Probably a lot.”
Julien wrapped his hand around the side of Emory’s neck and pulled him down for a lingering kiss. “Sleep here with me,” he said against his lips.
“Okay,” Emory answered softly before getting up to switch off the light. He tossed the rag into the bathroom and came back to bed, not even hesitating to settle his entire body against Julien’s side.
Julien just held him as exhaustion pulled him under.