Angel’s hot breath puffed erratically against his throat, his nipples hard buds against Dane’s heated skin. Oh fuck, baby, if we do take this all the way–I’ll only last about a second, as hard and horny as you have me right now. Angel’s hips rocked back and forth across the surface of Dane’s solid crotch, which bulged out almost embarrassingly so, but he had no control of how his body responded to the young man.
“Like this?” Angel panted softly, voice shaking as he slipped his pants lower, baring about two-thirds of his ass cheeks as he swiveled down gracefully, his lips dragging down Dane’s chest and stomach. Oh holy fuck! Yes! Just like that!
“Yes.” Dane gasped. “That’s…that’s good.” Good? The fucking understatement of the year.
Rising up again, Angel gazed at him with half-lidded eyes burning with want and desire. The sexual need in him was taking over, eradicating his inhibitions. “Now I take them off all the way…right?” He whispered.
“Mm-hmm.” Dane was shaking, hands resting lightly on Angel’s arms as the boy began a sexy, sensual strip tease that was indeed teasing the fuck out of Dane. You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you, you sexy little shit? But of course he knew–the evidence was right there, straining to be seen, touched; screaming for attention.
The boy’s pants came off in a sexy slow motion that reminded Dane of a hypnotized cobra, and he was truly caught in a daze, entranced, mesmerized. Then Angel was standing before him in very snug, cherry red spandex briefs that left nothing to the imagination as the elastic material melded around each and every swell and crevice of the boy’s hardened crotch.
“Now what?” Angel moved closer to him, touching his body, rubbing up firm against him. “Will you show me how to seduce him after the strip tease is over?” He raked his fingertips down the front of Dane’s body. “I want to learn as much as I can.”
At this point, Dane was beginning to think he could learn a few tricks from Angel.
He was no longer clear on who was teaching whom.
Chapter Seventeen
Scenic Route to Heaven
Dane took to the sofa as the instrumental song played on a continuous loop, affording them all the time they needed and wanted without the typical time limit of the song. He leaned forward and grabbed Angel’s hips, his face just inches from his insistent crotch. His thumbs massaged Angel’s hipbones gently. “Nudge my knees apart with your leg and move in between.”
There was an almost unbearable heat emanating out through Dane’s fingertips, searing his skin. He used his leg to bump apart the man’s knees, applying just enough force to imply he was in charge. Although he didn’t feel in charge, not with Dane’s eyes burning him alive.
“You remember what you did to Oliver?” Dane’s low voice was a bit raspy, even anxious.
“Yes.” Angel murmured and swung his hips slowly, gracefully, turning his body around. Dane kept a grip on his hips but allowed Angel to go through the motions without being forced. The man slid back on the sofa in a more relaxed position. Angel closed his eyes as his body swiveled lower. When his ass grazed Dane’s straining cock, he bit his lip hard and swallowed the whimper struggling to fly free. His fingers slid along Dane’s thighs and gripped him at his knees as he ascended and dipped his tightly clad rump, teasing the man’s crotch.
“Fuck.” The single word puffed off Dane’s lips, broken. He squeezed Angel’s hips harder and in that touch heard him beg for deeper contact.
“Should I…grind harder?” Angel whispered, feeling on the edge of hyperventilating, his ass swaying back and forth across the hardness shoving outward from inside Dane’s pants.
“Absolutely.” Dane shuddered. “Got to…get them good and hard.”
Swallowing hard, sweat droplets trickling down his temples, neck and ribs, Angel pushed down a little more, circling his hips, rubbing his ass firm against Dane’s stiff erection. The man swore again and his fingers tightened. There was a dampness to his touch as he began to sweat.
Angel leaned forward somewhat and slid his ass up Dane’s stomach, working it against his hard ab muscles. Dane released his hips and rubbed his hands slowly over his heated cheeks, squeezing fiercely as a loud, unrestricted moan shoved up his throat. “Should I get this close?” Angel whispered thick, twisting his head and looking over his shoulder, eyes heavy, wanting.
“Yes.” Dane trembled and his thumbs slipped under the leg bands of Angel’s briefs, grazing his rock hard balls and equally solid member.