Angel suddenly stopped, and I glanced at him curiously. His face was set, like he was thinking about something. He turned to me, and there was an excited glint in his eye – then he pulled away from me, and laid himself flat on the bed. “Fuck it,” he said as he rearranged himself, “sit on my face.”
Am I actually about to do this? I asked myself, not sure if I was excited beyond all thought or panicked to hell. The world around me blurred together like a real-life oil painting, and suddenly it was just me and Angel in the mass of colors. Was I drunk? Was I high? No, just excited as I lifted up the skirt of my nightgown and mounted his face.
I could’ve cum right then and there.
It didn’t take long anyway, but I let myself enjoy what little my body could handle. Never had sex been about my pleasure, but Angel took his time with me, his tongue exploring all over my wet cunt. I stared down at him for a moment, using the hem of my skirt to cover the insecurities written across my face, and his perfect eyes glittered up at me with a prayer for me to use his face like a fucktoy. Shit, I would’ve, but my body was shaking so fucking bad that I didn’t think it was at all possible to buck my hips like he would’ve wanted. Unfortunately, I was stuck where I was, trembling over his face as he pushed his tongue as far as it would go inside of me, then dragged it up flat against my clit. I knew he’d watched face-sitting porn many times before this, and it felt like he was putting everything he’d seen to good use.
I almost didn’t trust my first orgasm. It wasn’t normal for someone else to make me cum – my boyfriend had never been able to do it, if he so much as cared – and I wasn’t used to being so close to that edge without using my own hands. But I couldn’t deny the knot in my stomach, growing tighter and tighter as Angel sucked gently on my clit. The words slipped out before I could stop them: “Fuck… fuck, Angel, I’m gonna cum –”
Up to that point, it was one of the most powerful orgasms I’d ever had. My whole body jerked over Angel’s face, and my thighs shook, and I had to bite down on my nightgown to keep myself from crying out. I was sure I’d drenched his face already, and he probably wanted me to stop now, right? I’d gotten mine, so why did he keep going?
My thighs were trembling on either side of his head, and I almost collapsed on top of him as another climax threatened me with screaming ecstasy. I fell forward a little, holding the hem of my nightgown between my teeth to keep myself quiet as I started grinding on his tongue. He just kept watching me with those perfect blue eyes, and I wanted nothing more than to give him a show he’d never fucking forget. I felt my clit throb against his tongue as I came again, gasping as I fought to stay quiet. My boyfriend was right there in the other room, he would definitely hear us if I was any louder than I was now. But fuck, Angel was making it difficult. Another one crashed over me before I could think, electricity sparking through my nethers and straight up to my face as I closed my eyes and let myself fall through bliss.
It took me a moment to steady myself, and I knew we were already testing our luck – I needed to stop before I screamed in pleasure and gave us away. And if the way he was still licking me through each orgasm was any sort of tell, Angel wouldn’t have stopped unless I made him.
I gently dismounted from his face, breathing heavily, feeling dazed and fuzzy all over. For a moment, I just looked at him as he sat up and wiped his face off. I expected him to beg me to let him fuck me. He’d want something in return, surely? But no, he just sat there in his own headspace, as if he was still processing that that had really just happened.
I was the first one to break the silence. “Um… do you – do you want me to blow you?”
“No.”
“I should return the favor.”
“I don’t mind. I liked that.”
Well, good to know he liked it, at least. My boyfriend had always said it was a disgusting chore that no “real man” would ever partake in. Glowing, still shaking, I glanced down and felt myself blush at the bulge in his dark jeans. I wanted to know how big he was. We’d had talks before, and he’d told me it was roughly six-and-a-half inches, but I wanted to see for myself. “At least let me give you a handjob,” I said softly. I desperately wanted to touch him, and it was surprisingly out of character for me to suddenly want to do these things. Amazing what a proper orgasm and a little attention could do to a girl, wasn’t it?
He thought about my offer for a moment, then nodded, leaning back against the headboard of the bed and undoing his pants. I watched intently as he unbuttoned, unzipped, reached in and pulled his length out into the open…
Fuck, he was big.
Now, Amos wasn’t the only one I’d been with. He was the only guy I’d had sex with, but I’d blown a few others. I knew Amos was small, and I’d been with a couple guys who were five or six inches. But Angel held seven inches easily, maybe eight, and I was suddenly very curious how it would feel inside of me. I kept my composure, however, knowing it would be dangerous to tempt the fates any more than we had so far. So instead of fucking him right then and there like I was so desperately craving, I reached out and wrapped my hand around his shaft, my breath catching in my throat as I felt him throbbing in my palm already.
He was thick enough that I could barely close my hand around him, but I started moving my hand up and down along his length anyway, watching in fascination as a bead of precum appeared on his tip, and his eyes closed as his head tilted back to enjoy my attention. He bit lightly on his bottom lip as I rubbed my thumb gently over the head of his cock, using the sticky substance to lube up my hand as I continued stroking him. Fuck, I’d never seen a dick this big in real life, and it was making my pussy wetter by the second. The sweet mess left behind by his tongue was still very present, and I was sure my juices would be dripping down my inner thighs by now, but I was so focused on his perfect cock that I didn’t even care about the mess I made.
I was never sure how long he lasted. He must’ve been worked up from earlier, and it felt like hours that I sat there stroking his thick, pulsing cock, but it must’ve only been a few minutes. Either way, I was so infatuated that it felt much too soon. His erection twitched in my hand, and I heard him let out a low breath that he must’ve been holding for a good moment now, followed by a gruff moan that made me want to swallow the load he was about to give me. He murmured “Fuck,” under his breath, and suddenly his hips jerked a little, and he was cumming in my hand. His cum spilled from his tip in an endless, enticing flow that made my jaw drop at the sight of it. I would’ve stuck my hand between my legs and rubbed myself to another orgasm just watching him, if I’d snapped out of my trance. But I was completely fixated on him, and the sight and sound and feeling of him cumming because of my measly little handjob.
When he finished, we cleaned up, and he muttered something about how we “shouldn’t have done that.” He was right, of course – I’d just cheated on my boyfriend with our best friend – but there was a glint in his eye that told me he was thinking the exact same thing I was. We shouldn’t have done it, no, but Jesus Christ, we were glad we did.
—————-
We never told anyone about that night, of course. We hardly spoke of it to each other. I was at least thankful that there was no sudden tension between us, and that Angel was still my best friend.
But life at home with Amos was still hard, and one time with Angel turned into another, and another. Suddenly we were best friends with benefits, sneaking around behind my asshole boyfriend’s back to have our little moments of fun together. As Angel visited more often, he discovered more and more about the boy he’d been friends with since middle school, and they began to drift apart. Angel later told me he knew he was in love when he started coming over for me, rather than Amos, and I knew I was falling in love too, but we didn’t say anything for a while, knowing it would just complicate things.
So for the next two months, every time he would come over, we would find a way to get a quick little hookup in. Amos would go to the bathroom and we’d spend our time making out on the bed before he came back. The asshole fell asleep in his recliner once while we were hanging out, and I let Angel lick my pussy right there on the bed five feet behind the fat bastard. We even used to call each other after everyone had gone to bed, and often got each other off over the phone before going to sleep, if we even slept at all.
I don’t remember how things escalated like they did.
One night in particular, I had yet another fight with Amos while Angel was visiting, and I stormed off to my bedroom while the guys stayed in the living room, resigned to sprawl out on the couches out there and watch TV until they felt tired. As soon as I slammed the door and threw myself on the bed, crying, my phone lit up. It was a text from Angel: You okay? I can go if you guys want.
Shit, no, I didn’t want him to leave. Anything but that. He was probably the only thing keeping Amos from coming after me and beating me again. I sniffled softly and texted him back: No, stay. Please. I – Fuck, did I dare? I don’t know what came over me, but I finished the text and hit send before I could second-guess myself. – I need you.
The text changed from Delivered to Read, and stayed like that for a few moments. Then another text came through: Okay. Can I come check on you?
I sighed, wishing he could, but I knew better. Not right now, he’ll think something’s going on with us. Maybe just wait till he goes to bed.
Another moment or two, then another ding. Okay.
Finally able to steady myself, I sat up and wiped my tears away. Fuck Amos. He was an asshole. Angel clearly appreciated me more than my own fucking boyfriend, so fuck it – I’d give him something more to appreciate, something else among the long list of things Amos refused to ever appreciate. With a deep breath, I glanced over to make sure the door was closed, then stripped naked and wrapped my blanket around myself, sitting on the couch to wait for Angel.
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