“Was swallowing my cock a good idea?”
The corner of Emory’s mouth quirked. “Definitely not. My company does have rules, though they aren’t really enforced. It’s not that, though. I’m not sure I want to be an experiment.”
“You’re not.” He did step back, though, because he definitely did not go where he wasn’t wanted. The disappointment coursing through him was heavy, but he made himself take a couple more steps away.
“Fuck,” Emory murmured before he set his mug down on a coaster, then ran his hands through his loose hair. “Fuck, Julien.”
“What?”
“I lied. I do want to be your experiment.”
“I told you it’s not an experiment. This is need.And yes, it’s all new to me, but it has nothing to do with that and everything to do withthat needto put my hands on you.”
Emory closed the distance between them and wrapped one hand around the side of Julien’s neck. “Then put your hands on me,” he whispered and pressed his mouth to Julien’s.
Just like before, sparks shot through his entire body, and he grabbed Emory’s waist and tugged him closer. Emory’s lips parted, and Julien licked into his mouth, groaning at the man’s honeyed taste.
Pure lust.
It was heady and addicting—and unlike all the other times he’d kissed, thoughts of anything else just fled his mind. All he could focus on was the way Emory tasted and the way his hard body felt so damn good against him. He tightened his fingers before loosening them to run his hands up under the back of Emory’s T-shirt. Smooth, silky skin met his fingertips and palms, and he couldn’t help but groan again. He’d known that touching Emory would rattle him. It did.
His dick was harder than it had ever been, and he was dying to see those pretty lips wrapped around it again, but he wanted to give Emory pleasure even more. He brought one hand around and slid it over Emory’s abs. The trail of hair under his fingertips was sexy as fuck.
He broke off the kiss when his hands reached the fly of Emory’s jeans. “May I?”
“Fuck, yes,” Emory bit out, panting.
Julien stepped back because he wanted to see. He quickly opened Emory’s jeans, then pushed them down. Emory’s hard cock strained behind tight boxers and Julien slowly peeled those down as well. Emory stepped out of everything. Julien palmed Emory’s dick, enjoying the smooth skin, reveling in the intimacy of holding another man like this. Precum made the tip shiny, and he turned his hand so he could stroke his thumb over it. That silky glide made everything in him tighten in pure, raw desire.
He’d planned to stroke the man off, but the need to feel that smooth skin on his tongue had him dropping to his knees and looking up to make sure this was okay.
“Julien,” Emory breathed, staring down at him with those fascinating gray eyes. “Yes.”
Julien wrapped his hand around the base and lapped up that shiny precum. It was faintly bitter, but he discovered he liked the taste. He didn’t hesitate then, sliding Emory into his mouth and moaning. That silken skin felt as good on his tongue as he’d thought it would. He closed his lips and sucked.
“Fuck!” Emory cried out.
He glanced up to find Emory had closed his eyes and his beautiful lips were parted as he breathed fast and hard.
Knowing he was providing the angel pleasure felt so damn wonderful, and he ran his tongue around as he pulled him in deeper. He’d only ever been on the receiving end of this act and found that he quite liked being on this side. Also, he knew what he liked, so he did just that. Sucking him in as far as he could and starting a steady, hard rhythm. He still kept his hand around the base, but it began to slide a bit from all the saliva.
Utterly fascinated by the utter euphoria he was feeling, he just let his mind go and focused on wringing more noises out of Emory, who was releasing strangled moans.
Emory threaded his fingers into Julien’s hair, cupping the back of his head. He didn’t ram into Julien’s mouth, but his hips suddenly began to pump. Making Emory lose control thrilled Julien, causing him to moan. Emory shouted and tightened his fingers. His hips picked up speed. More precum spilled onto Julien’s tongue.
“I’m going to come,” Emory warned, trying to pull out of Julien’s mouth.
But Julien wanted him to come in his mouth, wanted to experience all of it, so he sucked harder.
Emory’s hands clamped around his head and he bent over, releasing a long, shuddering sound that nearly made Julien come in his pajama pants. Hot ejaculate coated his tongue and spilled down his throat. Julien swallowed it all, overcome by the entire situation. The smell of sweat on Emory’s skin, the release of pleasure, and the way Emory was holding onto his head as he was bent over. He could actually feel the angel’s legs trembling.
When Emory pulled out of his mouth and collapsed onto the floor, Julien knew his own eyes were wide with shock.
He’d loved absolutely everything about that. In fact, he was so turned on, he pushed down his pants and gripped his dick. All it took was two hard pumps and he was moaning out his own pleasure as he shot all over the floor. Then he just knelt there, breathing hard, mind all emptied out along with his body. Emory was sprawled on the floor, his shirt raked up and his pants still around his thighs. His spent dick soft now. He was staring hard at Julien as he caught his breath, and something in his gaze looked…fearful.
Faintly alarmed, Julien crawled around the mess he’d made and leaned over until their faces were only inches apart. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Emory said softly as he smoothed out his expression. A hint of apprehension still shimmered in his pretty eyes, but he reached up and ran his fingers over Julien’s beard. “You seemed to enjoy that.”
