“Fuck,” Julien breathed as he stalked toward Emory and wrapped one hand around the side of his neck. “It’s all I can think about.”
Emory stared up at him with his gray eyes wide, the pupils blown—feeling the same desire that was currently coursing hard through Julien. He stroked his thumb over the soft skin of Emory’s throat before moving it up to feel the faint stubble on Emory’s jaw. It was a new sensation for him, and he reveled in it. He moved his hand up to rub his fingers over Emory’s lips.
“Your lips drive me crazy. So pouty and sexy, and they looked so good wrapping my dick.”
Gray eyes went hot. “You want me to drive you crazy now?”
“You already are.”
“What do you want, Julien?” Emory whispered.
“You. I want to sink into your body and still be able to kiss your sexy mouth. I want us naked—skin to skin. Do you do that? Bottom?”
Emory kissed his fingertips as he slowly nodded.
“Do you like it?”
“I love all kinds of sex. I do normally top but love the feel of a man inside me.” He kissed his fingers again and stepped back. “Go up to your room and I’ll meet you there. There’s something I need to do first.”
Julien wasn’t ignorant when it came to anal sex. He knew what Emory needed to do, and he was dizzy with anticipation. He hauled Emory back close and slanted his lips over his before thrusting his tongue deep into Emory’s mouth. He’d grown addicted to the angel’s taste and especially the way he sensuously slid his tongue along Julien’s. He ran his hands down Emory’s back and cupped his ass. He could feel how hard Emory was as he ground his hips against him.
Emory moaned, wrapping his arms around Julien tightly and thrusting his groin hard into Julien’s.
Pure need ripped through Julien, and he deepened the kiss, exploring Emory’s mouth. He knew his hunger was blatantly obvious—and he couldn’t care less. Emory was meeting him witha matching voraciousness that had all his senses on complete alert. If just kissing and grinding felt like this, what was actually sinking into Emory going to feel like?
He yanked his mouth away, breathing hard and staring at Emory. “I’ll be waiting.”
Julien had to force himself to walk away. When he reached his room, he checked that he had lube and condoms, wondering if they even needed the condoms. That thought made him catch his breath. He’d never had sex bare before, and the thought of doing that with Emory just ramped up his lust more. He removed his clothes and threw them over the chair in his bedroom. Then he just stood in the middle of the room, staring at the door. There was something so sexy about knowing that Emory was preparing himself for Julien.
When Emory arrived in his doorway, he had only a towel notched around his waist. His body was insanely gorgeous with visible lines of lean muscle and a sexy V just over the top of the towel. He’d left his hair loose, the streaked blond waves falling around his face and over his shoulders. He’d also retracted his wings, and Julien remembered him saying he didn’t fuck with them out.
He held out his hand.
Emory strode toward him with complete confidence, which was also sexy as hell. So was the way his gaze roamed hungrily over Julien’s body.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful.” Emory’s voice came out raspy and guttural. He walked close and placed his hands on Julien’s chest then stroked them down to his waist before bringing them back up to Julien’s shoulders. “Your body is a fucking work of art.”
Julien worked hard to make it that way. But he was more interested in Emory’s form, and he started running his hands all over him, dislodging the towel when he reached around to cup Emory’s bare ass. The cheeks fit perfectly in his big hands. Theywere firm and wonderfully round, and he kneaded them with relish. He was going to be inside this ass. His anticipation came with heat.
“Feel like I’m going to burn up,” he muttered right before he slammed his mouth over Emory’s and pulled all that smooth skin against his. He groaned into Emory’s mouth. It felt just as good as he knew it would. It was different—hard muscles instead of soft curves—but he loved it.
He was most definitely bisexual, and if he hadn’t known that before, he sure as hell did now.
Because this was fucking bliss.
His entire body was on fire, his need like a living thing that shut out the world around him.
Emory speared his fingers into Julien’s hair and held him close as he kissed him. Julien continued to knead his perfect ass. He could smell the scent of soap, but Emory had a unique scent of his own. He kissed down his jaw and opened his mouth over Emory’s neck, relishing the taste of his skin.
Emory pushed him toward the bed, and he couldn’t help but grin at the eager expression on Emory’s face. He crawled onto the bed, laying on his back and Emory came over him, those eyes burning with desire.
“Fuck, I want you,” Julien said, voice gritty. He reached out to grab the condom and lube he’d left on the bedside table.
“If you want to use that, you can, but with my magic, you don’t have to.”
He wasn’t even sure he could handle taking Emory bare, but he was definitely going to find out. He left the condom and poured lube over his fingers. “Lift up.”
Emory came up on his knees, straddling Julien. “I prepped myself.”
