Guys on Top 02 - Guys on the Side (21 page)

“Are you wearing underwear?” Corey’s soft voice asked, hands gliding up bare skin to Angelo’s chest.

“Huh?” Angelo couldn’t concentrate on anything but the sensations coursing through his flesh.

“Underpants,” Corey said, dragging his palms down to his lower belly again. “Are you wearing them?”

“Yes.” A shivering breath escaped, stomach quivering under the warm touch.

Corey’s fingers dipped inside the hem of his jeans, tracing along the band of his boxer briefs. “You’re gonna leave them on,” he said, nuzzling the back of Angelo’s neck. “I want you to feel safe. So the undies stay on, and that’s your domain. Not mine. Okay?”

Angelo’s chest rose and fell, throat tightening. He nodded. “Okay.”

“I won’t touch you there. Understood?” Corey’s hands slid upward again, swirling over his ribs.

“My domain,” Angelo whispered. “Got it.”

“But everything else...” Fingers traced Angelo’s nipples, bringing a low groan from his throat. “Everything else is mine.” Corey lifted Angelo’s sweater up and over his head, stripping it off him.

Angelo’s nipples hardened when the air hit his bare flesh. He heard his sweater drop to the floor.

Corey ran a hand down Angelo’s lower back, stopping at his waist, then circled around his body, coming to stand before him. Angelo closed his eyes, the stimulation already so intense he was almost afraid to see Corey’s face for fear he’d explode all over his safety zone.

Corey’s thumbs traced his brow. “Eyes open.”

Letting out a breath, Angelo opened his eyes.

Corey smiled at him, his fingers sliding down Angelo’s temples, under his jaw. Angelo had been struck by Corey’s looks the very first time he’d seen him, but now? He was simply a dream in that white tee shirt, blond hair windblown, heated gaze focused solely on Angelo.

“You’re going to want all your senses for this,” Corey said. He stepped back and peeled off his white tee shirt, tossing it aside.

Angelo’s gaze traveled over Corey’s shirtless form, and he couldn’t stop himself from reaching for him. Stepping in close, he ran his hands over Corey’s muscular shoulders, wanting to touch his chest, his hard, flat, stomach, but not daring yet.

Placing his hands on the sides of Angelo’s waist, Corey drew him in close. When their bare flesh made contact, Angelo inhaled sharply. “You all right?” Corey whispered, dragging his palms up Angelo’s back.

He looked into Corey’s eyes, their lips close. “I’m all right.”

Pulling Angelo in tighter, Corey nibbled the corner of his mouth. “Still want me in your bed?”

“Yes,” Angelo said. “More than ever.”

Corey unwrapped himself from Angelo’s body, and walked over to the bed. Sitting on the edge, he untied his sneakers. “Take your shoes off, Angelo.”

Angelo stepped out of his loafers, then peeled his socks off.

“Don’t move,” Corey said, looking up at Angelo while he pulled off his sneakers and socks. “I want to stare at you a minute.”

Shyness heated Angelo’s face as Corey’s gaze trailed over him. He chuckled nervously. “Seen enough?”

Corey shook his head. “Not nearly.” He leaned back onto his elbows, stretching out on the mattress. “But there’s nothing better than a hot guy, barefoot and shirtless in jeans.”

Angelo stepped toward the bed, eyes devouring Corey. “I concur.”

Corey grinned, then sprang off the bed. He grabbed Angelo around the waist and dragged him to the mattress, pulling him down on top of him.

Angelo’s eyes widened as he looked down at Corey. He’d never been this close to another man, bodies flush together like this. He could feel Corey’s thickness pressed against his own groin, and quickly learned that his prior arousal was only a preview to what he felt now.

“Kiss me.” Corey gripped Angelo’s head, fingers threading through his hair. “Like you mean it, this time.”

Corey’s tone was cool, relaxed, but Angelo could feel the other man’s heart thumping against his chest, the swelling in his jeans. Resting on his left elbow, Angelo took a moment to trace the lines of Corey’s face with his finger. He brushed Corey’s lips, then tentatively slipped the finger into his mouth, running it over his tongue.

Corey grabbed Angelo’s hand and sucked the finger deep.

Angelo’s eyes closed, tingles shooting from his finger straight down to his groin. He slipped his finger out of Corey’s mouth, then grabbed his chin and pressed his lips down. Corey’s mouth opened to him, and he slid his tongue in.

Angelo liked to think he was a fairly decent kisser, he’d never had any complaints, but he wanted to make Corey feel the same rush
he’d
felt earlier. So he thought about the way Corey had kissed him, and tried to imitate it, devouring his mouth passionately and forcefully. But as had been the status quo for the evening,
he didn’t expect it to feel so good
, and once his tongue started really tangling with Corey’s, the imitation game was replaced by his own ravenous need.

Corey kissed him back, responding enthusiastically, yet clearly allowing Angelo to lead. His hands smoothed their way down Angelo’s back, caressing every muscle contour, fingers coming together as they moved lower, tracing Angelo’s spine. When he got to the waist of Angelo’s jeans, Corey’s hands moved to the sides and glided down his hips and upper thighs, completely bypassing his ass.

Oh, right. My domain. Not his
. Angelo wondered if this ‘avoidance of the underpants zone’ was truly to make him feel safe, or if it was a subtle torture tactic on Corey’s part. Because damn it, Angelo wanted to feel Corey’s hands on his ass. Just thinking about it made him harder.

Lost in the taste of Corey’s mouth, Angelo’s ears were vaguely aware of ‘Broken Man’ by Sianspheric drifting from the speakers, then Corey gripped his waist and rolled him over.

Head hitting the pillow, he stared up at the gorgeous blond man on top of him. Corey pushed himself up on his arms and shuffled down the mattress, licking a line down the center of Angelo’s chest.

Angelo ran his fingers through blond hair while Corey moved on to his nipple, tongue circling. Chest pressing down, Corey grabbed Angelo’s hands, untangled them from his hair, then gently pushed them over his head, pinning Angelo down.

With Angelo’s arms pinned, Corey’s lips glided across his right pectoral muscle, then kept going until his lips slid to the side and he bit down, open-mouthed, just beneath Angelo’s armpit.

Breathing hard, Angelo’s stomach quivered as Corey continued to suck and bite the tender spot, finding nerve endings he didn’t know he had. Easing upward, Corey bypassed Angelo’s underarm and licked the underside of his upper arm, then sucked the hollow at the bend of his elbow.

“Holy shit,” he whispered. “That feels good.”

Corey sucked harder, then gave the bend of his arm a lick before rising up, blond hair hanging in his eyes as he smiled down at Angelo. “Wait until I do it to your leg.”

Angelo’s pulse tapped in his throat. “My leg?”

Releasing Angelo’s arms, Corey slid downward, hands gliding over his ribs as he kissed his way down his stomach. “Yes,” he said softly. “Your leg.” He licked a line down the side of his lower abdomen, and Angelo flinched when fingers popped open the button of his jeans.

Oh fuck oh fuck. Corey Stengel’s in my bed, about to take my pants off. And I’m going to let him.
He was already so delirious with arousal he felt drugged and dreamlike, and almost questioned whether this was actually happening.

Corey dragged down the zipper of Angelo’s jeans, nibbling the skin a mere millimeter above the band of his briefs. Angelo’s cock ached, begging to be touched.

“Lift up,” Corey said.

Angelo lifted his hips, and Corey peeled his jeans down, shuffling off the end of the bed as he pulled them free of his feet. Standing, he stared down at Angelo, lips parted as his eyes focused on the strained bulge in his briefs. Letting out a
whoof
of breath, Corey shook his head. “You look amazing,” he said, and squatted down, lifting Angelo’s right leg up. “Absolutely amazing.”

Corey’s head dipped low...
very
low, and for a moment Angelo thought he was heading for his balls. Holding Angelo’s leg up by the bend of his knee, Corey’s tongue made contact with the back of his thigh—
right
above the leg-band of his underpants, so close to the danger zone Angelo whimpered.

“Shhh,” Corey breathed against his leg. “Just relax, Angelo.”

“I am,” Angelo huffed. “Relaxed...and turned on.”

“That’s the point,” Corey whispered, and licked slowly up the underside of his leg.

Angelo felt a nip of teeth when Corey reached his hamstring, and it sent a jolt of pleasure through him. Still gently biting, Corey sucked the tendinous region, slowly working his way up. When he reached the back of Angelo’s knee, his hand slid up, supporting the leg by his calf. Crouched on the edge of the bed, Corey tilted his head and gently licked the tender flesh at the bend of Angelo’s knee.

“Oh, fuck,” Angelo huffed. Corey was right—it
was
better on his leg than on his arm. “That’s...oh...” He was rendered speechless when Corey sucked hard, dragging his mouth back and forth, then stopping to gently flick it with his tongue.

Imagine what he could do to your cock
. The thought came unbidden into Angelo’s mind, but it caused him to shift his hips up, erection straining against the tight confines of his underpants.

Corey’s mouth glided upward, licking along the back of Angelo’s calf, sucking when he reached his Achilles tendon. Then he slowly and agonizingly made his way back down again, stopping at Angelo’s tender spot behind the knee, biting along his hamstring, finally ending up back at the leg of his underpants, sliding his tongue along the skin, so close to Angelo’s balls he could feel the heat of his breath there.

Then he lowered Angelo’s leg down to the bed. Shuffling back, Corey dropped his feet to the floor and stood, unzipping his jeans, eyes on Angelo.

Angelo watched Corey slide his jeans down, then step out of them. In black boxer briefs, Corey was fucking perfect, with long, muscled legs, rippled torso, and strong chest. “Perfect,” Angelo whispered.

“You ready for me to do your other leg?”

“No.” Angelo wasn’t sure he wouldn’t come if he had to endure anymore of Corey’s tongue down by his nether-regions, and he didn’t want to lose control until he’d at least gotten a chance to feel the man’s body pressed against him once more. “Get your ass over here, Corey.”

Smiling, Corey rounded the side of the bed, then climbed on, sidling up next to Angelo. He stroked a hand up his chest, nibbling his earlobe. “You all right?”

Angelo turned onto his side and wrapped an arm around Corey’s bare back, tugging him closer. “Define all right,” he said, and brought his mouth down onto Corey’s throat, sucking gently.

Corey’s fingers ran through Angelo’s hair, pressing his mouth harder to his throat. “Not freaked out at all?”

Angelo tore his lips from Corey’s throat and moved to his mouth. “Not freaked out.” He kissed him hard, the thrill of warm, hard flesh against him, skin gliding together as he licked Corey’s tongue, it was making him delirious.

Corey wrapped his arms around Angelo, pulling him in tight, and kissed him back feverishly. Gripping Angelo’s right shoulder, Corey eased him onto his back. Leaning over Angelo with his chest, body still alongside him, Corey gently cupped Angelo’s chin and made the kiss deeper. Just when Angelo thought it couldn’t get any more intimate, his arousal skyrocketed when he opened his mouth wide, letting Corey go deep with his tongue, surrendering to him completely.

Angelo gripped Corey’s shoulder, sliding his arm around his back. His hips humped the air, ass rising off the mattress as Corey’s kiss blinded him with sensations he’d never felt before, and all he wanted was more, more, more.

Almost involuntarily, Angelo’s hand moved to his own groin, rubbing himself over his underpants, the contact nearly sending him over the edge after being hard and untouched for so long.

Corey abruptly broke the kiss. His breath was heavy as he looked down at Angelo. Then he glanced downward, watching Angelo rub himself. “Whatcha doin’ there?” he asked with a grin.

“I need to come,” Angelo huffed. “Need to come so bad.”

Corey reached down and stopped Angelo’s hand. Grasping his wrist, he moved his arm away from his groin, then looked down at him, smoky gray eyes heated. “Come on me,” he said.

Angelo’s throat tightened. “What do you mean?”

Corey embraced Angelo, then rolled onto his back, bringing Angelo down on top of him.

Angelo groaned when his erection made contact with Corey’s stiff cock beneath his briefs.

Corey grabbed his face and gave him a mind melting kiss, then pulled back, spreading his legs and wrapping them around Angelo. “Rub your cock against me.”

The words were enough to make Angelo throb, the urge to grind against Corey overpowering now. But he hesitated. He could feel their cocks lined up together through the thin fabric of their underpants, the pillowy softness of Corey’s balls. “Are you sure?”

Corey shifted his hips just a hair, and the friction made Angelo groan and close his eyes. “I’m sure. You won’t hurt me. You set the pace. Do what you want. Make yourself come. Use my body.”

Slowly, Angelo reached for Corey’s face, cupping his cheeks as he stared into his eyes. The flush of his skin told Angelo that Corey was just as turned on, and that kicked his excitement into overdrive.

Capturing Corey’s mouth, he gently and tenderly kissed him, tongues tangling deliciously. Holding Corey’s face, elbows propped against the mattress, Angelo began to glide between his legs, pressing his groin into the hard cock beneath him.

Corey moaned into Angelo’s mouth, a deep, desperate sound. It brought a tremor through Angelo’s lower belly, and he broke the kiss, looking down at Corey as he thrust against him, sliding between his thighs, the movement like an ocean wave.

Angelo’s teeth clenched when sharp bolts of pleasure spread through his lower body, the friction, and the feel of Corey’s thighs clamped around him making the head of his cock weep.