by HaydenWest
What is a corporate line?
Dorn chuckled. “It’s what we say some of the same company policy trying not to get into trouble or voice a true opinion.”
And I remind you of this corporate line?
“No. Your phrasing did but not you.”
So, the corporate line means nothing in regards to what you’re thinking about what you would like to do to me?
Heat surged up his face but instead of keeping his expression averted, Dorn angled and met the stare straight on.
“I refuse to be ashamed of my thoughts. You’re the one snooping around my head. Do they disgust you?”
Even as the words left his mouth, on some deep level he prayed it wasn’t true. Okay, perhaps prayed wasn’t the proper word; however; he was hoping.
Disgust is not the word I would use. Intrigue. Curiosity.
He’d slammed him from all sides—front, back, top, and bottom. This did not make any sense to him. He didn’t lose control like this. He liked to be in control in every facet of his life; however, with this man, being, all of that went out the window. The proverbial window.
Dorn wasn’t a man to sleep around a lot. Sure he had partners, but he wasn’t loose or easy. And he didn’t cheat around on his partner. So far as he knew it was mutually beneficial for both involved, but nothing more than that he hadn’t been looking for anything long-term and had no desire to focus on happily ever after. He was married to his job, loved the ocean, loved being a lifeguard, and had no plans to change any of that.
Until this very moment.
His legs had a mind of their own and they took him to stand right before the man who was as tall as he was. Sagar. Someone who by all rights considered themselves an Angel, protector of man. And one he should not even consider touching. It didn’t matter. Since the moment he’d reached out for his wing and had those feathers sliding through his fingers, he’d been lost.
Chapter Four
Sagar watched him near and swallowed, struggling desperately for moisture in his throat. This wasn’t supposed to happen to him. He was an Angel, for crying out loud. Sure, he wouldn’t deny the initial attraction from the moment he’d first seen the lifeguard, but he was made for a higher calling.
Something that wasn’t using lustful behavior.
Even so with all of that knowledge, he never once moved back. He remained standing still as if standing before one of the Powers themselves. Only this time, his body was locked with something else.
Desire. Need. Craving.
“I’m not sure if I should run away, or give in to my desire and kiss you.”
You should definitely kiss me, Dorn.
“Are you sure?”
The sun finally finished sinking below the horizon, and the land was bathed in a deep indigo hue. Off in the distance a few fires burned on the beach, and the occasional laughter and squeal reached them both.
“We are alone, Dorn. I will not make the first move.”
“Why not?”
“I am afraid if I do it will be more about me as opposed to you.”
Dorn shrugged and muttered something under his breath that sounded awful lot like works for me. The large man was surprisingly light on his feet as he neared Sagar. All muscles and fluidity.
Sagar inhaled sharply and was rewarded with the strong scent of the ocean and the breeze that carried its scent around.
“I’ve never met anyone like you before.”
Sagar tracked him with his eyes, opting to stay rigid as the human prowled around him. His body swiped close but never touched Sagar’s. Holding his breath, he fisted one hand as he struggled to keep his touch to himself.
“You’re not supposed to.”
Grey eyes popped into his line of sight. “Why not? I mean, I suppose I get it, we’d all freak out if our skies were filled with winged beings, but damn, you’re impressive.”
“I thought you were kissing me.”
His eyes crinkled as he smiled, his moustache lifting slightly higher on the left than the right. Sagar knew he shouldn’t be recognizing that or anything about him, like how his grey eyes sparkled in the fading light.
“You said you weren’t making the first move. You had your chance, this is my turn. I will take as long as I want.”
Human. The word rumbled in his mind. The leather around his limbs had begun to cut off the blood supply and he wasn’t a fan. His cock swelled with thickness.
Dorn’s gaze darkened, but he didn’t appear the slightest bit intimidated.
“What happens when I kiss you? Are you going to leave? And I will never see you again? Or are you sticking around for,” a blatant perusal, “other things?”
“I am not sure. I’ve never kissed a human before.” He continually moved his stare along Dorn’s face, doing what he could to memorize it.
“Never?” Dorn pressed close enough Sagar could feel the heat from his body.
“No.”
“Not even a girl?”
He canted his head to the side, confusion filling the dual brown diamonds. “Why would I kiss a girl? Your realm has rules against men and girls.”
“I meant a female, not necessarily a little girl.”
He furrowed his brow. “Oh, this is one of your sayings, that doesn’t mean what word you actually say. More reason I dislike your language. No female has ever made me feel as you do and why do you continue to walk around me, almost but not touching?” Frustration dripped from his words.
Dorn’s smile was arrogant. “Because this is my time. I told you that.” He reached out a hand, only to pause. “May I?”
His fingers hovered over the section of his right wing where it arched down. Every inch of him vibrated with raw need.
“Yes.”
He didn’t even recognize his own voice. His chest ached, for something deep in his bones loved the knowledge that only this man would be able to remove that deep ache.
Dorn did, and Sagar’s cock pulsed and shot his load as the touch wasn’t light and hesitant, no, it was determined and demanding. Shuddering from the force of his release, he allowed his eyes to drift closed before he opened them once more. Dorn was directly before him, focusing on his crotch and the wet circle spreading.
“Fuck,” Dorn uttered.
Before Sagar could locate any words in English to say, the tattooed man had dropped to his knees on the sand before him and undid his pants with alarming swiftness. The moan was dragged out of Sagar with Dorn’s heated touch.
Inked fingers curled around the shaft, withdrawing it from the tight leather. Sagar struggled to find a sensible breathing pattern. He couldn’t. It was out of reach.
Dorn pumped his length three times before releasing it to grip the sides of the pants. With an entirely smooth motion he drew them farther down his legs, stopping just past the knees. Angels didn’t wear underclothes so he was all bared before him.
The amount of hunger overflowing in those gray eyes was far more than enough to kick his breathing off the path it had struggled to find toward normalcy. One handed, Dorn stroked his beard while the other reclaimed its earlier position on his length.
“Damn, you’re amazing. Long, thick, and ready to go.”
“That wasn’t supposed to happen.”
Dorn shrugged, not once taking his eyes off the cock in his hand. With his thumb, he swept over the broad mushroom head. His tanned skin nearly as dark as what he held but not quite creating a beautiful blend of hues.
“What happened to you, knowing that was because I touched your wing, almost did the same thing to me.”
Now he looked up, even as his hand continued to pump in slow continuous strokes. The pressure fluctuated as he slid up and down the shaft.
Show me.
Dorn ignored him, refocusing all his attention on what he held in his hand. Correction, hands as his other slid between his thighs and began teasing his balls.
Show me.
Again there was no response. All Dorn’s attention was taken up by what was in front of him. On one
hand, Sagar was ecstatic that he had the man’s attention. On the other, he had his own needs that he wanted fulfilled. And for right now, that had to be seeing this man naked.
Sagar’s eyes fluttered as Dorn’s warm breath fanned over the broad head of his penis. He’d barely gathered his breath for another meager attempt to withstand the torture, when Dort edged forward and slid his entire mouth over his cock.
Fuck.
* * * *
He didn’t know giving head could be like this. It had been great in the past but this, fuck him, was out of this world. The man tasted divine—he had no other word for it. The taste of his cum from his earlier release was salty and addictive. Sagar’s thick hard cock moved back and forth between his lips. Dorn groaned as he sucked harder and drew tighter on the hard flesh.
His own cock pushed tight against his swim trunks, tenting them. Dorn closed his eyes and enjoyed what very well may be his last time doing anything like this. Hell, he wasn’t sure how it worked if you fucked an Angel. Did you die? Right now, he was nearly ready to go if that was how it had to be.
You’re not going to die for this. I do want to fuck you though, push my cock deep into your ass and watch you shatter beneath me.
Sagar sank his hand in Dorn’s hair and gripped it tight. The burn of the hold had him pausing in sucking down the most delicious cock he’d ever had in his mouth. He didn’t relinquish the touch on the heavy balls of the being he knelt before.
“Hmm?” His hummed question vibrated the length in his mouth, and he witnessed the pure pleasure flash in the dark brown gaze.
“Get up.”
He shook his head no and continued sucking.
“Get up and get naked.” A moment’s hesitation. “Now.”
The command lacing that statement burned through him. Dorn dragged his tongue up the length of the cock in his hand. Even as he continued fisting, he reluctantly allowed himself to leave him alone and stand.
“I thought you said you weren’t making a move.”
Lightning flashed in his eyes. “I changed my mind. You are taking too long.”
Dorn smiled. “So you’re as impatient as I am then? Nice to know it’s not just a human thing.”
“What isn’t?”
Indulging his need to touch the impressive physique before him, Dorn splayed one hand along the naked torso. When did his shirt vanish?
I got rid of it. I want you naked. And answer my question.
Something fantastic and sexy as hell to have that deep, slightly accented voice echoing around in his head.
He put his second hand there and looked around. They stood on a public beach, at night. Right now he was before a winged being who was damn near naked and Dorn still had sand on his knees from blowing him earlier.
“Impatience, nice to know you’re affected by it as well.”
“My first time,” Sagar said. He mimicked Dorn’s motion of touching his chest by settling his two on his ink. “Why do you have these inkings?”
“Is that what you want to talk about right now? Or are we fucking?”
In the next second, the ground had vanished beneath his feet. Sagar had lifted him and they were skimming the land to the lifeguard tower. The touchdown was as subtle as the liftoff. It went from air to the smooth wood of the ramp under his feet.
“Shit, that was amazing.”
The brush of Sagar’s cock against his hip took his mind from the flight and back to the more pressing matter at hand. Or at waist.
“I think more of that impatience is showing.”
Sagar touched his shorts, and Dorn didn’t speak when they melted into nothing. Honestly, he didn’t know if he could speak. It wasn’t like the material melted down but simply vanished into nothing. Leaving him as naked as Sagar.
Now I am impatient.
Dorn stepped flush to him, their cocks sliding against each other. Spikes of want roared through him. Hands on heated skin, he whimpered as the wings closed around them.
“Are we going against the wall or using the couch?”
Sagar spun him around and pressed against his back. Wall and you still haven’t kissed me.
Wanting the intimacy to extend further, he tried speaking back the same way.
Hard to do that when I’m facing a wall. Even as he thought the words, he angled his head to meet the questing lips of Sagar.
Fuck him, the man’s lips were firm and moved over his mouth with determination. Dorn opened beneath the assault and groaned when Sagar’s teeth scraped along his tongue. One thigh wedged between his, opening him more.
Dorn’s breath hitched at the first touch between his ass cheeks. The entrance of Sagar’s thumb was slow, steady, and without any pain. He could feel cool lubrication easing the motion and for a moment wondered where it came from.
I wouldn’t hurt you.
Pushing back, he took the thumb as far and as deep as he could. The taut nerve endings were playing havoc on him, and his legs trembled as he fought to stay upright. He was kitten weak and this was simply from the thumb.
More. He sent the thought instinctively, not wishing for the kiss, the long drug out kiss to end. More, please.
Frustration raced upon him when Sagar withdrew the thumb but was swiftly replaced by pleasure when two fingers pushed in as replacement.
“Yes,” he moaned, arching back into the man with two fingers up his ass. “Just fucking like that.”
You’re hot like this. Pushing back into me, begging for more. Gripping my fingers, it’s like you don’t want me to pull out.
“I don’t,” he rasped against Sagar’s lips. “I want more.”
Sagar kissed along his neck until he hit the shoulder, then he nipped him. Hard. With a jump, Dorn trembled again as a third finger began to enter him.
His entire body was a live wire, snapping and sparking with untold power flowing through him. Sagar yanked him back to his chest, so he wasn’t against the rough wall of the shack anymore, but skin to skin.
Around the front of him, Sagar’s wings settled. The soft down of those pure white feathers with the baby blue edging caressed his skin and added fuel to the fire racing through his veins. Sagar slipped a hand between their bodies and pushed his upper half forward. Dorn found the wings supporting him at the angled position.
Sagar kissed his way down his exposed back, bit each ass cheek, before licking the sting. He wanted to protest the removal of those fingers once more, but he continued it, desperate for what he knew was coming next. The large, thick cock this Angel had.
It wasn’t to be, not then. Sagar pushed his tongue in deep.
“Fuck,” he cried, the word low and guttural as it ripped up from his core.
That is my intention.
Rhythmic thrusts of the tongue in his ass were accompanied by Sagar reaching around and stroking his rigid cock, the strong grip working from root to tip. The speed, slow and tormenting, was tandem with the push and pull of the pleasure in his ass.
His mind blurred, and he couldn’t think straight. Dorn struggled to maintain some semblance of thoughts that were logical. He couldn’t do it.
Fuck me already.
Mere flash of time after the thought left him, Sagar was up and over him from behind, the large head of his cock pushing slowly into his ass. Again, there wasn’t any pain, a pleasurable burn from the thickness entering him, but no discomfort.
Yes!
Talk ceased as they fucked. That’s what it was, raw, dirty fucking. Thrusts so hard they pushed him up on his toes. Sagar continued to have an arm wrapped around him, hand on his cock, stroking him, making sure his own dick wasn’t neglected. There was a clamp of his teeth in his shoulder and a dark part of him took it as he was being held in place.
The wings had become a wall taking the brunt of the powerful thrusts.
“Holy shit!” he screamed as his cock pulsed, releasing his seed.
Sagar didn’t stop, didn’t slow. If anything his hips pistoned faster, driving him deeper, harder.
/> All what Dorn wanted and craved. The teeth in his shoulder clamped harder.
Never thought it would be like this.
Those were the last words he heard as Sagar shot his cum deep inside Dorn’s ass.
Chapter Five
Sagar stood barefoot on the floor of the tiny lifeguard shack where he’d just fucked and been fucked by a human. One he was supposed to protect. Even now, thinking about what had been split between the two of them, his cock thickened and swelled once more. Ready for another round with the large man who risked his own life to save people and had the most amazing ink drawings all over his skin.
And he did mean all over. Even that impressive cock of his that had been in his mouth and ass had intricate drawings along it. He didn’t recognize the design but he would say he loved watching it grow as the man’s dick swelled and lengthened.
Everything had changed. He’d spent the entire night with a human male and had felt this contentment nothing else had been able to provide him. The windows were open now, pushing the rich scent of the ocean over him, dancing along his feathers and ruffling his hair.
His being here was a risk, him being here all night an even larger one, yet not for a single moment did he contemplate leaving. Sore in places he’d never been before, Sagar sighed and rubbed his hands along his arms and walked out to perch on the railing. He vaulted up to sit along the edge, allowing the tips of his primaries to settle against the sandy wood below.
Sated.
Relaxed.
Not alone.
The knowledge hit him, and he snapped his head to the right where he took in three who hovered in the air, watching him. Demuri, he recognized from having met him personally. The second, he wasn’t sure who but he knew what, he was a Principality, a sure thing given the snow-white hair, and the final, well his heart leapt into his throat, lodging there.
Danijel. A legendary Power even among the Powers. No other had his battle prowess or his unique, one of a kind silver wings. The black Power watched him with those golden eyes, a chain in one hand and the dark brown and golden dreads covering his head as awe-inspiring as the rest of him.