Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106003 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Angel bites his lip and steps away from me, his hands rolling against flesh as if he were painting a ritual circle in soap. His nipples are the most perfect shade of pink, but I’m soon distracted when he gives his cock a slow pump. “Impossible. I’m always very clean,” he adds and reaches back, holding my gaze.
My skull feels like a hot oven when Angel’s eyes close, because I know he’s rubbing soap between his ass cheeks and wants me to see it.
I don’t know what to do. My lips tremble with every heavy exhale I make, and my skin is warmed by the water and steam. I put my hands on the tiles to the sides of his head, caging him in and watching his every move. I imagine myself to be an invisible monster, preying on the fact that he doesn’t know I’m here. It’s ridiculous, because he looks down at my painfully hard dick as he touches himself. But it still turns me on. I’m a pervert and he knows it. He allows it, so is it even wrong at this point if we both enjoy it?
“Slide a finger in,” I whisper, so excited my cheeks burn and my cock twitches.
A soft whine leaves Angel’s lips, but he opens his eyes and stares straight at me, so beautiful. So vulnerable. So very innocent despite all the hurt in his past.
Even someone like me can’t take that away from him.
He sucks in his lower lip and rolls his head against the tiles while his cock bobs, abandoned in favor of Angel rubbing his chest.
“Being watched by you… it makes my whole body vibrate.”
I lean down to catch his ear with my teeth. “I love to see you so excited as much as I love you helpless and immobile.” I worried I might struggle to give him this side of me. Being seen like this, not only naked, but aroused by a man and ready to do despicable things to him, always came with the threat of painful punishment looming in my head as if the ghost of my aunt was always watching. I’m shedding that with Angel. He’s happy to see all of me, not just body but mind and soul too.
He has the sweetest grin. “I’m always helpless. Just look at those muscles,” Angel tells me, tracing my chest, but his hand slows as he reaches lower, as if unsure if he’s allowed to touch my cock.
I give him a little nod, so grateful that he checks in with me like this. It’s the oddest fucking thing to be this emotional while my dick is hard and dripping pre-cum, but he makes me feel all those things at once. I trust him. He would never hurt me. My heart is safe with him.
I flex my muscles, excited by this boost to my ego. He’s made me realize I’m worth looking at, worth taking care of.
“I’m the helpless one when it comes to you.”
“Really?”
Does he not see himself? With his hair damp and sticking to his face and neck, he could be the angel of lust. After all, he has star-bright eyes and soft, warm hands. I can’t imagine how anyone could resist him.
When I confirm, fighting the urge to grab his hand and make it tug on my cock instead of massaging it gently, like he’s doing now, he glances at the basin under our feet. “Then sit down.”
I lick my lips, unwilling to slip my cock out of his grasp, but I’m like a well-trained dog, and despite a moment of hesitation, I slide down the wall and into the large basin. I dare to glide my hands up his slender legs. Every part of him is to die for, though the hard cock that makes me salivate dips out of sight when he bends in half to kneel between my spread legs.
If he were asleep, I could just rub myself against him, leaving his pristine flesh sticky with my cum, but he’s now participating, and if he enjoys the teasing, I will oblige, even if the need to press against him is getting overwhelming.
I guess I always worried I'd not be good enough for this. That I'd be awkward and off-putting in the way I touch a man. But if he enjoyed what I did to him in bed before, smiled at me in the morning and told me what a happy pillow prince he was, then is there anything to worry about? He wants me. He says so. He's the boy who’s turned a monster into something worth loving.
Just seeing him on his knees is a treat, but before I can compliment him, he rubs his nose up the underside of my cock.
“Oh, fuck…” I whine, overwhelmed to my core. I’m so confused when the reverence I feel for him darkens with the need to absolutely wreck him. I slide my hand over his shoulder blade in adoration as my dick twitches against his face. I always thought I’d have to steal this kind of pleasure, but since I didn’t want to hurt anyone, I ended up stewing my brain in this illicit lust, resigned to never going farther than sleeping under strangers’ beds as I imagined all the things I could do but wouldn’t.