Horatio pulled back, tugging Seth up on hands and knees then went at him urgently, fucking him hard. “Oh god!” Seth yelled, “Fuck! I’m gonna blow!”
Horatio drew him up on his knees so his back was against Horatio’s chest then grabbed his hips and pounded his ass with short, fierce jabs. The guy’s stiff cock bobbed erratically, untouched, as he screamed and white creamy cum tendrils began to squirt out in forceful shots.
“Fuck.” Horatio gasped as Seth’s cock squirted another thick wad onto the bed. “Uuh!” He smacked his hips hard against Seth’s ass and unloaded, filling the condom instantly. “Shiiitt!” He rabbit punched his ass erratically, panting, grunting, as his balls continued to empty into the contraceptive. When he finally pulled out, the condom was so full it nearly slipped off his cock before he was entirely free of Seth’s body.
He stepped off the bed on shaky legs and discarded the soiled rubber, then came back and dropped down next to Seth, still panting hard. “You’re one hell of a great fuck, Seth.”
Seth grinned, breath static. “You’re one hell of a great fucker.”
Horatio sighed and closed his eyes. That’s what Max used to tell me.
Chapter Fourteen
Lie Not One to Another
Angel tossed the folded bills in Wade’s lap as the guy lounged back on the old sofa, stoned. Axel sucked on a joint, held in the smoke for a moment then let it out with a cough. Without speaking to them, Angel walked on through the small living room and down the short hall to the bedroom. Just as he closed the door, he heard Wade cough then laugh. “Five hundred fucking bucks? Fuck.”
The closed door muffled their voices. Maddy was in bed but still awake. He turned onto his back and sat up. “You made five hundred dollars tonight?” he whispered.
Shaking his head, Angel slid out of his jacket and glanced at the door then sat down on the edge of his mattress. He tugged out another wad of bills and grinned. “I made a thousand.”
“Serious?” Maddy’s eyes widened. “But…you only gave Wade five hundred?”
“Well, technically, all I earned was the five hundred.” He said. “And Wade only said I had to give him what I earned.” He grinned.
An uneasy look crept across Maddy’s face. “But what if he finds out you didn’t give him all the money?”
“He won’t.” Angel said and looked down at the bills, ready to stuff them under the mattress real quick if Wade or Axel came to the door. He raised his eyes back to his younger brother’s concerned face. “We’re getting out of here, Maddy. Maybe sooner than later if I can keep making this kind of money. Wade doesn’t know what I make, except for what I tell him. He thinks I’m too scared of him to keep anything from him.”
“And you’re not?” Maddy murmured, uncertain.
Angel licked his lips and whispered, “I’m scared shitless of him, Maddy. But,” He looked at the boy. “I’m more scared of what he’ll do to you. I don’t want you here. And if we’re smart about it, he won’t find out about the money.” Tossing another glance at the door, hearing both Wade’s and Axel’s voices out in the living room, he went to the hole in the wall and took out the jar, removing the lid.
Maddy frowned. “You’ve been saving money already?”
“A little.” Angel stuffed the five hundred into the jar and screwed the lid back on, replacing it inside the wall. He walked back to his bed and sat down. “I didn’t have much, until tonight.”
His face pinched with confusion, Maddy murmured, “If you didn’t earn the other five hundred dollars…where did you get it?”
Angel lowered his gaze to the floor and smiled, his pulse still slightly quickened from the session with Dane. “From a real angel.” He whispered.
***
Sleep was impossible. Once Dane was home and in bed, he tossed and turned as his mind replayed on a continuous loop his time in the booth with Angel. He could still feel the boy’s body pressed tight against his, every curve of lean muscle, every sway of his lovely frame. In the shower, he’d had to take care of the steel rod between his legs that refused to soften. It had been a bit of a burden while he was still at the club, certainly not hidden from Cole and Gabe who were well aware of the lesson he’d given Angel in the private booth. They had messed with him relentlessly, and he’d played the annoyed friend, but in truth any talk of Angel made his heart go crazy.
Maybe it was spending the night with Max, feeling the pain of his forced separation from Horatio Kaplan, his words of wisdom offered to Dane in hopes he wouldn’t let a possible love slip through his fingers when he–unlike Max–could grab on and hold on…that had caused him to be so welcoming of Angel, so eager to help him. And now that he had gotten a feel of the boy, his senses were going crazy, and dragging his body and heart along for the ride.