My moan rumbles my entire chest as my hips flex, thrusting into the air as the squelch of his cock invading my throat gets louder. For a few blissful seconds, he’s so deep inside me he blocks my windpipe, slowing the flow of oxygen with his groin flush against my lips. Unable to breathe, I tremble as he holds there.
“Do you want my cum yet?” He gives me a moment to fill my lungs, tracing his fingers through the mess on my face. “Because if not, tell me now. I’m really fucking close.”
“Not yet,” I rasp, sounding like my throat is full of sand. “C’mere.” I dot kisses on his thighs and all along his cock and balls as I steer him higher. The base of the plug is slippery as I grab onto it, and there’s resistance as the flare starts to work out of his body.
“Beau,” he groans, bracing on the wall again.
“Push it out on me, darlin’.” The plug slips loose, and I position myself underneath him. A few warm drops land on my chin and my hips surge again as I lick it away.
“Come on, sweetheart, give me what I want.” His muscles flex as he bears down, then a rush of creamy liquid drips from his hole onto my lower lip. It slides down my throat, hot and heavy, and my tongue searches for more.
I always need fuckingmorewith him.
Hooking his thighs, and I yank him closer, covering him with my lips. He shouts as I suck, murmuring a string of curses as cum floods my mouth. My tongue slides out, working inside him and searching for more as he swivels his hips.
“Why are you so good at that?” he whines as he pushes down, and I can’t help it as I smile, swallowing a few times as I drink him down. I spread him further, licking over his needy hole as he presses his weight onto my face. A few more drops of cum drip down my throat, and I’m ravenous as I search for more.
Palms slapping against the wall, Az’s head falls back onto his shoulders as I lick every single surface I can reach. “Beau,” he whines, his motion becoming choppy as he grinds faster. “Beau, baby…” The words come out in gasps as he clenches, delirious. “Fuck, I’m so close.”
Heavy breaths puff from my lips as I lift him off me, dragging my tongue over his fluttering hole for a few more licks. “Need you now,” I growl as I flip us, dropping him onto his back as I slam my mouth down on his cock. Move for move, he meets me—thrusting up as I drive down, gagging in a wet series of coughs.
“Get up here.” He grabs my leg, moving it over his body until wet heat surrounds my cock. My name leaves him in a chant until I drop my hips and thrust into his mouth. We’re connected in a never-ending loop—him thrusting into my mouth as I drive into his. Push and pull, give and take, back and forth.
And even though I’m already covered with the taste of him, I’m starved for it. Starved for everything he’ll give me as I sink deeper. Streams of his release shoot deep into my throat as he shouts, and I fight to swallow before it escapes.
His cum on my tongue and the rhythmic thud of his muscles pounding against my lips sets me off. My hips stutter forward as Azrael swallows around me, and the relief hits mewith such intensity, flashes of light form behind my eyelids as I squeeze them closed. My mouth sags open as the orgasm wracks through my body, Azrael’s spent cock slipping free and thudding against his skin as I pant.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters as I flop to the mattress, barely remembering to lift my leg to avoid kicking him. The bed dips as he moves, and I peek out of squinted eyes to see him hovering over me. A pearl of cum sits on the corner of his mouth, and he gives me a shaky smile as I wipe it away with the pad of my thumb. “That wasn’t too much?”
“Too much?” My voice is wrecked, rough and raspy, as I fight to catch my breath. “That was barely enough. Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready for more.” My arm lifts in a vague gesture, but I’m too exhausted for my false bravado, so it thunks back down to the mattress.
He arches a skeptical eyebrow at my prone body, half melted into the bed. “Ten minutes, huh?” A snort of a laugh leaves me as my eyes drift closed.
“Maybe fifteen.”
Chapter 12
Azrael
Another week has gone by, split by a weekend at Beau’s house where we can’t seem to get enough of each other. We’ve not gone more than two days apart, and every time we’re together, it gets harder to leave. Harder to hide from him when he sees so much of me.
I’ve spent my entire life with wings, but until him, I’ve never understood what it meant to fly.
He looks at me as if I’m the only person who exists; touches me, unashamed of his affection. Shares his triumphs and failures, his highs and lows, and the dreams that keep him going…
And here I am, holding myself back while taking every piece he gives. These fragmented, messy secrets hide behind my walls, not allowing him to see the biggest, realest parts of me.
Or at least, what used to be the biggest part of me.
Now, I’m not so sure.
The setting sun stretches in a gradient of orange and red over our heads as we walk to the truck, fingers interlocked. Warm rays of light paint over his soft smile, and my heart lodges in my throat as I realize how selfish I’ve been by hiding my truth from him.
This isn’t fair.
Not to him.
“Hey… are you okay?” Concern overshadows the contentment that was just there as he climbs into the driver’s seat, the hum of the engine a comforting familiarity underneath my feet.
