Phoenix Club 07(46)

“Uuhh!” Angel cried and gripped fists of damp hair. “Oh…god…Dane…” He lifted to him then his legs wrapped around his back, squeezing, raising his ass off the bed as the man slid in deeper and deeper. “Fuuuck!” Angel’s cock hardened to steel instantly and began to throb so forcefully he wondered if he might come just by Dane’s penetration.

“Oh fuck.” Dane panted and wrapped Angel in his strong arms and held on so tight Angel could barely breathe–but it felt good to be held this way, with such want and desire, maybe even…love? In time, maybe? “Oh my god, baby.” Dane’s breath puffed against his cheek as the man put a little more force into pushing in his last inch of cock. “Fuck. Yes.”

Angel trembled in his asphyxiating embrace. He hadn’t known it could be like this, feel like this. He closed his eyes as they began to sting, and tightened his legs around his lover, sliding his ass on the man’s hard rod. “Dane…” he shuddered fiercely and the guy pulled out a little then shoved back in, not too hard, but deep enough to hit the spot perfectly. “Oh god!” Angel choked. “Yes…right there…oh god…do it again. Please.”

Smiling against his ear, Dane did it again–and again and again–until Angel was clinging to him, fucking him in sheer desperation, begging him–“Don’t stop! Oh god, please don’t stop!”

The strength of Dane’s very fit body added force to his thrusts, driving his cock into Angel’s very core, hard and fast, urgent. The bed rocked against the window frame, shaking the glass, as their fucking grew louder, wet bodies connecting in the height of passion, shouts and cries exploding through the loft.

Before Angel realized they had repositioned, he was on his hands and knees, staring at his reflection in the large window pane and the New York skyline beyond as Dane squeezed his hips and fucked him wildly, his face a beautiful picture of sweet sexual agony mirrored in the glass.

Angel panted a hard, erratic flow of–“Uh-Uh-Uh”–while Dane’s hard cock impaled him again and again. His body arched and curved, swaying on his arms and knees as he fucked the man back with as much enthusiasm, the soft mattress beneath them moaning and bouncing, the bed frame creaking.

“Oh fuck!” Dane pushed him down on his stomach and wrapped his arms around waist, lifting his hips just a little as he slammed into him with frenzied thrusts that exclaimed his orgasm was imminent. “Uh! Angel! Fuck, I’m gonna come!” He pulled angel back up on his hands and knees and reached under, grabbing his cock. “Fuck, baby, come with me! I need you to come with me!”

There would be no problem there. Angel’s cock was swelling with cum even as the man’s words left his lips. “Uuhh!!” Angel wailed and thrust back hard on his cock as his own burst. Dane stroked him furiously, fist snapping up and down his dick as a strangled shout wrenched out of him and he came with force, slamming his hips against Angel’s ass then pumping him wildly, panting and grunting.

“Fuck-fuck-fuck!” Dane yelled and filled the condom, surely to capacity by the way he continued to thrust and yell.

It seemed to take a bit before his orgasm let loose and they both collapsed on the bed, sucking for breath, chests heaving.

“Oh my god.” Dane gasped hard. “Oh fuck, baby…fuck…that was…it was…” His breath staggered and puffed up his throat. “Oh fuck, there are no words…”

Angel agreed. Or would have, were he able to put together a single collective thought.





Chapter Twenty


Paradise Lost





Is this really happening? Are we really here together? And not just some sweet, perfect dream?

Angel’s warm back was snug against Dane’s chest, their skin tacky, gluing their bodies together. Dane’s hips curved around the boy’s heated rear, his cheeks relaxed, soft against Dane’s satisfied, exhausted member. Even so, it twitched with every slight movement of Angel’s body as the boy slept soundly in his arms. He rested his lips against the young man’s hair and breathed him in, his heavy eyes drifting to the digital clock. Surely Max would understand if they didn’t come in to work tonight. Dane didn’t want to move from this spot, just wanted to lie here all night, holding Angel. And awake to his beautiful face, his sleepy eyes and messed hair. Even his morning breath as he kissed him good morning.

Warm tingles drifted down through Dane’s body, settling in his toes, curling them up and making him shiver. He smiled and groaned and hugged the boy tighter, kissing his hair. “You are truly an angel.” He whispered. “My angel.”