Punk Rock-A-Bye Baby(35)

As soon as the door was closed, Jessi locked it. “Since you didn’t allow me to watch before, you’re going to put on a little show for me now. Undress each other. Slowly.”

Angel took a step closer and tugged Tommy’s T-shirt free from his jeans. “I like this game.”

They pulled each other’s shirts over their heads and tossed them to the floor. Angel’s dark mauve nipples stared at Tommy, hard and pointy from the cool air conditioning in the room. He fingered one lightly.

Jessi brushed his hand away. “Did I say you could touch each other?”

Angel groaned with disappointment. “Are you going to make him tease me? I don’t know if I can stand it.”

“I’m going to make you tease each other. And then I’m going to tease both of you.” She pointed to their jeans. “Pants. Off. One at a time.”

Angel unbuckled Tommy’s belt.

Tommy’s erection grew harder and scraped against the unyielding stiff fabric of his briefs. He wanted them off, but he knew he was going to lose a chunk of his pubes in the process.

Angel carefully peeled back Tommy’s jeans and pushed them down to his ankles. He held his breath when Angel curled his fingers over the waistband of his briefs. They were stiff with dried cum. Angel carefully inched them lower, but Jessi told him, “Yank them off,” and Angel obeyed. The caked-on cum cracked against Tommy’s lower abs and pulled out several hairs. His eyes watered at the sting, but the rush of pain made his heart beat faster. He kicked off his boots, and Angel freed each leg, discarding the last of his clothing.

Angel stayed on his knees, with his hands on Tommy’s hips, and stared at the one-eyed slit that was ready to offer another spray of tangy fluid.

“No touching until you’re naked.” Jessi pulled Angel up by his hair.

It was Tommy’s turn to disrobe Angel. The zipper came down with a whir and set Angel’s hard cock free. Automatically, Tommy’s mouth fell open and his tongue reached for it, but he paused and looked to Jessi for approval. She was in charge.

“Clean each other,” Jessi instructed. “With your tongues.”

His lips encased the tip of Angel’s cock and sucked on the mushroom head like a giant lollipop. His mouth and saliva reconstituted the remnants of their rendezvous next to the stage, and it rekindled the thrill of the encounter. He pushed Angel’s jeans down to his knees and ran his tongue over the shaft. He held onto the cheeks of Angel’s ass and felt the muscles contract under the grip of his fingertips, while he lapped at Angel’s sweet flesh.

Angel’s head fell back, and he moaned. It was one of those long moans that drove Tommy crazy. He cupped Angel’s balls, and he sighed. They were perfect, dark and pebbly, like two ripe avocados. Tommy sucked one into his mouth and gently bit down. Another long sigh from Angel made Tommy join him in a harmonized moan of rapture.

“That’s enough,” Jessi interrupted.

Reluctantly, Tommy released the musky mouthful of flesh. When he got to his feet, Jessi had a lustful haze in her eyes. She was breathless and her cheeks were flushed. Tommy laced his fingers through her hair and gave her a soft kiss. She let out a tiny gasp and tilted her chin up to him, silently asking for the return of his lips. She was so beautiful and sexy. He pressed his mouth onto hers and pushed his tongue inside. A quiver ran down her body, and she let out a small sigh.

Her hand went to his cock. “You’re still dirty. I think Angel needs to clean you up.”

Angel immediately got to his knees. His cock stared up at Tommy. The tip glistened and Tommy wanted to suck it again. Touch it. But he knew that was against the rules. He stood with his hands at his sides and let Angel get to work.

Angel’s hot, Latin tongue warmed Tommy’s flesh with a wet trail of silk. His hands were like mitts of steel. They claimed him. Fingertips dug into Tommy’s flesh and left perfect dimpled indents in his hips. Thumbs pressed into the cord of muscles just inside Tommy’s pelvic bones like two fingers on a pulse. Long swipes of Angel’s tongue left a layer of heat across Tommy’s lower abs. He pushed his fingers through Angel’s hair and held it away from his face. Fuck the rules! He needed to see the dark bristle of black lashes that lined the crescent of Angel’s half-closed lids. He needed to see the plump lips and meaty, hot tongue that cleansed him. Lavish swirls were etched into Tommy’s belly and created a paisley pattern of wet heat. Tingles flickered through him like the flame of a torch.

Angel grabbed Tommy’s cock with one hand to steady it. He licked it with precision. His tongue started from the base and traced a path to the tip. Each stripe of wetness decorated Tommy’s cock with a glistening row of saliva that washed him.