Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40972 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 205(@200wpm)___ 164(@250wpm)___ 137(@300wpm)
He broke off the kiss when his hands reached the fly of Emory’s jeans. “May I?”
“Fuck, yes,” Emory bit out, panting.
Julien stepped back because he wanted to see. He quickly opened Emory’s jeans, then pushed them down. Emory’s hard cock strained behind tight boxers and Julien slowly peeled those down as well. Emory stepped out of everything. Julien palmed Emory’s dick, enjoying the smooth skin, reveling in the intimacy of holding another man like this. Precum made the tip shiny, and he turned his hand so he could stroke his thumb over it. That silky glide made everything in him tighten in pure, raw desire.
He’d planned to stroke the man off, but the need to feel that smooth skin on his tongue had him dropping to his knees and looking up to make sure this was okay.
“Julien,” Emory breathed, staring down at him with those fascinating gray eyes. “Yes.”
Julien wrapped his hand around the base and lapped up that shiny precum. It was faintly bitter, but he discovered he liked the taste. He didn’t hesitate then, sliding Emory into his mouth and moaning. That silken skin felt as good on his tongue as he’d thought it would. He closed his lips and sucked.
“Fuck!” Emory cried out.
He glanced up to find Emory had closed his eyes and his beautiful lips were parted as he breathed fast and hard.
Knowing he was providing the angel pleasure felt so damn wonderful, and he ran his tongue around as he pulled him in deeper. He’d only ever been on the receiving end of this act and found that he quite liked being on this side. Also, he knew what he liked, so he did just that. Sucking him in as far as he could and starting a steady, hard rhythm. He still kept his hand around the base, but it began to slide a bit from all the saliva.
Utterly fascinated by the utter euphoria he was feeling, he just let his mind go and focused on wringing more noises out of Emory, who was releasing strangled moans.
Emory threaded his fingers into Julien’s hair, cupping the back of his head. He didn’t ram into Julien’s mouth, but his hips suddenly began to pump. Making Emory lose control thrilled Julien, causing him to moan. Emory shouted and tightened his fingers. His hips picked up speed. More precum spilled onto Julien’s tongue.
“I’m going to come,” Emory warned, trying to pull out of Julien’s mouth.
But Julien wanted him to come in his mouth, wanted to experience all of it, so he sucked harder.
Emory’s hands clamped around his head and he bent over, releasing a long, shuddering sound that nearly made Julien come in his pajama pants. Hot ejaculate coated his tongue and spilled down his throat. Julien swallowed it all, overcome by the entire situation. The smell of sweat on Emory’s skin, the release of pleasure, and the way Emory was holding onto his head as he was bent over. He could actually feel the angel’s legs trembling.
When Emory pulled out of his mouth and collapsed onto the floor, Julien knew his own eyes were wide with shock.
He’d loved absolutely everything about that. In fact, he was so turned on, he pushed down his pants and gripped his dick. All it took was two hard pumps and he was moaning out his own pleasure as he shot all over the floor. Then he just knelt there, breathing hard, mind all emptied out along with his body. Emory was sprawled on the floor, his shirt raked up and his pants still around his thighs. His spent dick soft now. He was staring hard at Julien as he caught his breath, and something in his gaze looked…fearful.
Faintly alarmed, Julien crawled around the mess he’d made and leaned over until their faces were only inches apart. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Emory said softly as he smoothed out his expression. A hint of apprehension still shimmered in his pretty eyes, but he reached up and ran his fingers over Julien’s beard. “You seemed to enjoy that.”
“Fucking loved it,” Julien answered, still trying to read Emory’s features for that hint of fear again. The thought that something was actually bothering Emory about this didn’t sit well with him. He’d seemed into it. Really into it. And fuck, Julien sure had been. He’d liked it so much, he was looking forward to doing it again.
But not if Emory was reticent for some reason. He stayed braced over the angel, their gazes locked—and sure enough, there was still a hint of something he didn’t like in those gray eyes. The urge to wipe it away was so strong he lowered his face and softly kissed Emory.
This kiss was nothing like the last ones. It was gentle. Affectionate. Emory’s lips clinging to his.
And something profound just clicked into place.