by CJ Bishop
“Mm-Hm.” Angel was feeling faint as the man’s fingers continued to slowly caress up and down the front of his torso. Then Dane covered Angel’s hands and guided him in doing the same. His hips never stopped moving, rubbing, swaying, bumping gently against Angel’s rear.
“Keep the rhythm.” Dane whispered, his lips touching the side of his neck just below his ear. “Never stop moving, stay with the music.”
Angel realized he had nearly stopped moving altogether as the man’s touch began to immobilize his senses. “Okay.” He said thickly and fell into sync with Dane’s body again.
“Now begin to caress down lower, over your hips,” His breath puffed hotly on Angel’s neck and he moved Angel’s hands to every area of the body he named off. “Your thighs.” Angel bit back a moan as his strong hands gripped his and rubbed all over him. “Your beautiful ass.” Angel’s lower lip sucked between his teeth when Dane’s fingers reached through Angel’s own and squeezed his ass cheeks through his pants. “They love it when you rub your ass.” He groaned.
I love it when ‘you’ rub my ass, Angel moaned inwardly. At least he was pretty sure it turned inward, rather than rolling up his throat, but he couldn’t be sure.
“Then your crotch.” He murmured, his breath growing heavier, quicker. He slid Angel’s hands down between his legs, rubbing them along his inner thighs then slowly back up over the hard bulge of his crotch. Angel gasped before he could suck it back, his body pressing against Dane’s chest, his fingers squeezing Dane’s fingers as the man continued the slow, sensual caress of his crotch. “Then,” Dane panted softly. “You tease them with glimpses of what they came to see.”
***
Control yourself. Dane was doing his damnedest, but he was barely holding on. The way Angel was pressed against him, the quickness of his breath, the tightness of his grip on Dane’s hands–he knew he could have him right then and there. But even though he was fairly certain Angel came here knowing much more was liable to happen than just dance lessons, he didn’t want the boy to think that was all he wanted of him. Dane did wish to help him get on top of his game. True, he wanted the boy on top of him as well. But even so…
“Slowly unbutton your pants.” Dane could feel the tremble in his own body as well as Angel’s. He wasn’t entirely sure how much more of this either of them could take. “Then slide down your zipper.”
Angel followed instructions perfectly, doing as Dane said. His fingers shook a little as he popped loosed the button of his pants and unzipped slowly, his body never breaking rhythm, ass tucking nicely into Dane’s crotch, getting him so hard he feared he might scream out loud and frightened the kid.
Taking hold of Angel’s bare hips beneath the loose waistband of his pants, he told him softly, “Now slide them down, just a little, like you did in the booth. And turn…” He twisted the boy around again so they were chest to chest. Well, evenly so. The top of Angel’s head barely reached past Dane’s chin, placing his mouth at his upper chest. “Now show them just a little look-see of that fine ass.” Angel shoved his pants down enough to expose the upper swell of his cheeks and his lovely, inviting crack. Dane’s heart jumped and slammed into his chest wall, breaking his breath. He gripped Angel’s pants around the boy’s hands and pushed them down just a hair more. “A little more, give them a good glimpse.”
Angel’s hot breath puffed erratically against his throat, his nipples hard buds against Dane’s heated skin. Oh fuck, baby, if we do take this all the way–I’ll only last about a second, as hard and horny as you have me right now. Angel’s hips rocked back and forth across the surface of Dane’s solid crotch, which bulged out almost embarrassingly so, but he had no control of how his body responded to the young man.
“Like this?” Angel panted softly, voice shaking as he slipped his pants lower, baring about two-thirds of his ass cheeks as he swiveled down gracefully, his lips dragging down Dane’s chest and stomach. Oh holy fuck! Yes! Just like that!
“Yes.” Dane gasped. “That’s…that’s good.” Good? The fucking understatement of the year.
Rising up again, Angel gazed at him with half-lidded eyes burning with want and desire. The sexual need in him was taking over, eradicating his inhibitions. “Now I take them off all the way…right?” He whispered.
“Mm-hmm.” Dane was shaking, hands resting lightly on Angel’s arms as the boy began a sexy, sensual strip tease that was indeed teasing the fuck out of Dane. You know what you’re doing to me, don’t you, you sexy little shit? But of course he knew–the evidence was right there, straining to be seen, touched; screaming for attention.
The boy’s pants came off in a sexy slow motion that reminded Dane of a hypnotized cobra, and he was truly caught in a daze, entranced, mesmerized. Then Angel was standing before him in very snug, cherry red spandex briefs that left nothing to the imagination as the elastic material melded around each and every swell and crevice of the boy’s hardened crotch.
“Now what?” Angel moved closer to him, touching his body, rubbing up firm against him. “Will you show me how to seduce him after the strip tease is over?” He raked his fingertips down the front of Dane’s body. “I want to learn as much as I can.”
At this point, Dane was beginning to think he could learn a few tricks from Angel.
He was no longer clear on who was teaching whom.
Chapter Seventeen
Scenic Route to Heaven
Dane took to the sofa as the instrumental song played on a continuous loop, affording them all the time they needed and wanted without the typical time limit of the song. He leaned forward and grabbed Angel’s hips, his face just inches from his insistent crotch. His thumbs massaged Angel’s hipbones gently. “Nudge my knees apart with your leg and move in between.”
There was an almost unbearable heat emanating out through Dane’s fingertips, searing his skin. He used his leg to bump apart the man’s knees, applying just enough force to imply he was in charge. Although he didn’t feel in charge, not with Dane’s eyes burning him alive.
“You remember what you did to Oliver?” Dane’s low voice was a bit raspy, even anxious.
“Yes.” Angel murmured and swung his hips slowly, gracefully, turning his body around. Dane kept a grip on his hips but allowed Angel to go through the motions without being forced. The man slid back on the sofa in a more relaxed position. Angel closed his eyes as his body swiveled lower. When his ass grazed Dane’s straining cock, he bit his lip hard and swallowed the whimper struggling to fly free. His fingers slid along Dane’s thighs and gripped him at his knees as he ascended and dipped his tightly clad rump, teasing the man’s crotch.
“Fuck.” The single word puffed off Dane’s lips, broken. He squeezed Angel’s hips harder and in that touch heard him beg for deeper contact.
“Should I…grind harder?” Angel whispered, feeling on the edge of hyperventilating, his ass swaying back and forth across the hardness shoving outward from inside Dane’s pants.
“Absolutely.” Dane shuddered. “Got to…get them good and hard.”
Swallowing hard, sweat droplets trickling down his temples, neck and ribs, Angel pushed down a little more, circling his hips, rubbing his ass firm against Dane’s stiff erection. The man swore again and his fingers tightened. There was a dampness to his touch as he began to sweat.
Angel leaned forward somewhat and slid his ass up Dane’s stomach, working it against his hard ab muscles. Dane released his hips and rubbed his hands slowly over his heated cheeks, squeezing fiercely as a loud, unrestricted moan shoved up his throat. “Should I get this close?” Angel whispered thick, twisting his head and looking over his shoulder, eyes heavy, wanting.
“Yes.” Dane trembled and his thumbs slipped under the leg bands of Angel’s briefs, grazing his rock hard balls and equally solid member.
A burning pain ran through his lip as he bit down with more force, trying to breathe. Then a sudden full breath rushed down his throat when teeth clamped lightly on his full package. “Mmm!”
His head dropped and fingers gouged into Dane’s knees and he raised his ass higher. He whimpered out loud when he felt Dane’s nose push against his crack as his face shoved in close. Teeth nipped his cheeks. Tongue traced his heavy balls, the tip teasing, bringing tears of sexual anguish to Angel’s eyes. Then the man’s lips were grabbing as his hardness, sucking him through his spandex briefs. “Shit!” Angel gasped and pulled away then turned around, face glistening with sweat, flushed with sexual heat. “Are the customers allowed to do that?” he rasped as his body continued to curve and rock slowly, seductively between Dane’s legs.
The man seemed beyond the ability to speak and reached out, grabbing Angel’s hips again, dragging him onto his lap. He straddled him, rocking against Dane’s steel crotch, bumping slowly up and down on his very prominent erection. “Think they would like this?” Angel breathed, his hot, wet brow brushing Dane’s forehead, noses barely touching, eyes burning into each other. He caressed his chest, shoulders, up the sides of his neck then around to slide his fingers through his hair up the back of his head. His lips trembled, just centimeters from Dane’s mouth.
Dane’s chest swelled and dropped in rapid succession, his hips beginning to move in rhythm with Angel’s. He squeezed Angel’s hips and rubbed up his back then down low, palming his ass with a firm grip, pulling him harder against him. Angel’s fingers buried themselves in Dane’s hair, a lustful kiss static in the tiny bit of air between their mouths.
Rocking slowly, sensually in the man’s lap, his strong hands holding Angel’s ass securely, Angel trembled, “What now?”
Drawing his hands slowly up into the concavity of his lower back, Dane whispered, “No more lessons.” He pushed his fingertips under the band of Angel’s briefs then cupped his hot, sweaty ass cheeks, running his thumbs through his slick crack.
Angel’s lips hovered at Dane’s mouth, both exhaling puffs of hot, erratic breath. His body was alive with a multitude of emotions–most of which he wasn’t familiar with. He’d never been this close to man and not wished he was rather miles away from him. He had never ached to be closer to him, longing to feel him inside him. Sex had always been forced on him, no one ever touching him with a caring hand, wanting more from him than just a fuck. He didn’t know, really, how much more he could give…but the uncertainty wasn’t strong enough to cause him to pull away from Dane. Even if he thought maybe he should–at least until he was sure what he had to offer.
But all coherent thought and reason went poof the instant Dane’s mouth took possession of Angel’s own, his tongue slithering in as the man’s fingers rubbed through his sweat slick crease, the tip of his index finger nudging his hole–then penetrating.
“Huh!” Angel sucked in a sharp breath through the kiss that remained locked.
Dane wrapped one arm around his waist and squeezed Angel tighter against him as his finger pushed in deeper, pulled out then plunged in again, over and over, the accumulation of sweat creating a nice lubrication.
“Mmm!” Angel moaned into Dane’s mouth, gripping his head, fisting his hot, damp hair. Dane’s arm squeezed, causing his body to arch a little, his finger working him until Angel was grinding desperately down against the man’s fiercely stiff cock. Their kiss broke hard and Angel gasped loud, head jerking back. Dane grabbed his throat, biting, teeth cutting at his skin, raking, mouth sucking with ferocity as he finger-fucked him with urgency. “Fuck!” Angel panted, rocking against his hand.
A low growl rumbled Dane’s thick chest, then he was on his feet, Angel’s legs snaked around him tightly, gripping, holding on. The man clutched his ass and took to the stairs, his strong, muscular body quite able to pack him up the steps without hitch.
The bedroom was an open loft, as Angel had suspected. He was sure there were plenty of other fixtures in the place, but all he registered was the huge bed up against a large window. Night was beginning to press against the glass, peeking in as if eager to watch the show about to take place.
***
Dane dropped the boy on the bed where he laid motionless, breath rushing in and out of him, eyes burning with a long suppressed need. He knew nothing of Angel’s life, his past, whether he’d ever been truly close to another man before. He was an utter mystery to Dane, and something about that made him all the more sexy and desirable. Though he longed to know everything about him, down to the most miniscule, seemingly insignificant detail. But such exploration into his life would have to be left for later. Right now, exploration of his body was all that he could center on.
One knee sank onto the end of the bed and he leaned forward, tugging Angel’s briefs down his legs and off his feet. For a somewhat delicate boy, he was not lacking in male prowess. His cock was as rigid as a steel rod, reaching towards the ceiling, not an ounce of give to it at all. It swayed gently, beautifully straight as if sculpted by a talented artist bent on absolute perfection. The plump head had a pleasant purplish hue that reminded Dane of a sweet, ripe plum. Dane loved plums.
Angel gazed at him through heated, lidded eyes, his member twitching when he followed Dane’s fingers to the snap of his pants. He shed his clothes, with less grace than Angel had done earlier, just wanting out of the confinement. His erection was every bit as stiff and granite-like as Angel’s, though he didn’t think nearly as pretty. As was typical of his own cock, it drooled at the sight of the beautiful naked boy and his lovely, beckoning arousal.
To jump the young man and fuck them both into oblivion was what his lower head was urging him to do, but this was a moment he’d been waiting for his whole life; that moment when the boy of his dreams became reality and offered himself to Dane without reservation.
Their time was ticking away; they would have to head back to the club soon. But he couldn’t make himself hurry it along as he gazed at Angel and all the things he longed to do to the boy played through his mind in extreme detail. Work could wait.
Fuck if I’m gonna rush this.
Chapter Eighteen
Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door
Angel realized he really had no clue what to expect from Dane. From the tender age of thirteen, he had been called upon to do the pleasuring, the giving. Rarely had he received anything in return, and when he had–it wasn’t pleasurable, but rather painful for the most part. The few men who administered blow jobs or hand jobs did so in a very rough manner, leaving him in pain to some degree. Dane was great to dance with and get worked up over–but what was he like when it came to actual sex? Oral or otherwise? An uneasiness began to seep through Angel, but they were this far–there was no turning back. And he didn’t really want to. Surely Dane couldn’t be any worse than the ones Angel had already been with.
Dane must have picked up on his sudden nervousness because he smiled warmly and rubbed his hands across the top of Angel’s feet. “Relax, baby.” He murmured. “Just lay back, get comfortable…and let me just savor you.” There was no surface, nor underlying threat about the man. His hands slid up Angel’s shins slowly. Angel instinctively opened his legs and Dane moved in between them, leaning down to lay kisses along his inner thighs. A soft moan rolled up Angel’s throat and his fingers slowly curled around the soft comforter beneath him, gripping fiercely. Dane’s tongue snaked out and dragged up through the crease of his leg then ventured to the side, flicking against his full sac.
“Mmmm!” Angel squeezed the blanket tighter in his fists. Dane gently lifted his scrotum and went on to tease the smooth patch of muscle underneath. “Fuck.” Angel hadn’t realized how sensitive that spot was. No one had ever licked him there, and certainly not like this. For him, the idea of sex always seemed to bring with it a dark cloud, a dread. But Dane was quickly showing him that it didn’t have to be dirty and disgusting, or hurtful. Already the man had given him more pleasure than anyone else ever had.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?” Dane smiled and burrowed his face in deeper and sucking at the smooth muscle, dragging his suctioned lips up to his sack then taking his balls into his mouth. Angel b
ucked without warning, crying out and Dane moaned, sucking him in deeper.
“Oh fuck.” Angel trembled as the man took his entire sack in his mouth, the warmth and wetness, the pressure of the suction, his tantalizing tongue…it propelled Angel to a level of ecstasy he hadn’t known even existed. “Oh…my…god.”
Moaning again, Dane slowly allowed his balls to slip out of his mouth then licked his lips. “Yummy.” He murmured and smiled. When his tongue darted out again and began to forge a path up to the base of his throbbing cock, Angel whimpered, unsure if he could handle this. Just having his balls in the man’s mouth nearly blew his mind–what would happen if Dane wrapped his mouth around his cock? He had a strong suspicion he was about to find out.
One of the few men who had sucked him had been a nasty fucker in one of the seedy clubs Wade had dragged him to. Some of the guy’s teeth were broken, severely decayed, and he hadn’t taken care with Angel. His teeth had repeatedly scraped the sensitive surface of his cock, a time or two he’d bit down a little on purpose, just to hear Angel cry out. The horrible experience had left his member scratched up and somewhat bloody.
The dark memory was vanquished in a moment as Dane licked up the bottom side of his member, very slowly, using the full flat surface of his tongue, catching the dribbles of clear cum juice seeping from his cock head. Angel’s jaw clenched, breath sticking in his throat then bursting out in hard pants. When Dane used the tip of his tongue to tease the slit under the head, Angel’s mind nearly imploded. He jerked hard and cried out, cum churning in his balls, wanting to rise.