The Prince of Punk Rock (23 page)

“Go ahead, my prince.”
 
Angel extended his hand toward Jessi.
 
“But you better hurry up, because I don’t
know how much longer I can wait before I taste those precious lips of yours.”

Tommy cupped Jessi’s face in his hands
and gazed into her eyes.
 
He gave her a
long, slow kiss.
 
“Are you sure you’re OK
with this?”

She tilted her head to one side and
gave him a reassuring smile.
 
“Yes.
 
I am.
 
I’m actually looking forward to it.”

He kissed her again, tasting the
warmth of her mouth, knowing that their lives were about to change.
 
There were no assurances, no certainties
about the future, but Jessi made him believe that the three of them could live
harmoniously.

Angel put his arms around the both
of them.
 
“Can I get in on this? Or are
you two gonna tease me all night?”

Tommy let out a breathy sigh.
 
He inched his hands up Angel’s chest and over
the curve of his tight pectoral muscles against the loosely fitted tank
top.
 
His fingers brushed honeyed skin,
warm like the sun.
 
Angel pulled him
closer, by the waist, so their bodies were touching.
 
His erection greeted Angel’s like estranged
lovers finally reunited, and he moaned.

Tommy’s eyes dropped to Angel’s
mouth, just in time to see his pink tongue dart out and lick the lips he longed
to meet.
 
It was the sign, the giveaway,
that Angel was about to kiss him, but this time Tommy wouldn’t resist.
 
He wouldn’t take a step back, or turn away.
 
He would savor the taste of Angel’s mouth and
plunder into it.

Tommy stood perfectly still as
Angel’s lips grew closer until they were finally upon him.
 
Once they met, he collapsed into Angel’s
body, while a surge of adrenaline raced up his chest.

Angel’s fiery tongue was warm, like
his lush skin.
 
It consumed his mouth,
staked its claim and made him surrender into total submission.
 
It was the master.
 
Tommy was its slave.

When their mouths parted, they
stared at each other for a long time without saying anything.
 
Light flickered into Angel’s dark eyes,
casting a golden hue around the sable irises.
 
Before, they were always filled with yearning and longing.
 
Now they portrayed adoration and a deep
feeling of want.

“I can’t tell how long I waited to
kiss you, my sweet prince.
 
I wanted you
the second I first saw you.
 
You came
into my life and stole my heart.
 
Waiting
was the hardest thing I ever had to do, but it was worth every second.
 
I would have waited forever if I had to.
 
That’s how much I care about you.”

The overpowering sentiment sent a
surge of warmth through Tommy’s chest.
 
“You
always say the most beautiful things to me.”

Angel’s gaze deepened and his mouth
came down, harder than the first time.
 
It was forceful and passionate, and it made goosebumps rise on the surface
of Tommy’s skin.
 
Their tongues tangled
together in a wild, erotic wrestling match within the holds of their
mouths.
 
Their hands were on each other,
caressing and touching parts of their bodies that were off limits, up until
now.

They would have ended up on the
floor, in the back room of The Quadrangle, if Jessi didn’t
pull them out of the room.

Angel’s naked body was a sculpted masterpiece.
 
His skin was kissed by the sun. It was smooth
and warm to the touch.
 
Tommy fantasized
about this moment so many times that he thought he was dreaming.
 
Angel lay to his right, kissing his mouth and
tickling his inner thigh, while Jessi lay to his left, kissing his neck and
fondling his chest.

No man ever made Tommy’s entire body shudder and tingle the way Angel
did.
 
Angel’s hands on his skin were a
jolt of electricity awakening all of his senses at once.
 
It was a rebirth.
 
A metamorphosis.
 
It was the brightest dawn after the blackest
night.
 
Everything around him was
suddenly more vivid.
 
The music from the
stereo was clearer.
 
The color of Jessi’s
hair was more vibrant, and the depth of Angel’s eyes were more intense than
before.

Tommy nuzzled Angel’s neck and kissed the hard, round muscles of his
chest.
 
As his mouth traveled lower,
Angel’s skin grew warmer.
 
At last he
tasted Angel in the back of his throat, thick and lengthy.
 
The heat radiating from Angel’s cock warmed
his mouth.
 
He ran his tongue up and
down, over the tip and around the head, covering every inch of it with sweet
little kisses.
 
It sent Angel into a bout
of heavy breathing and long drawn out moans.
 
Moans that told Tommy he was hitting all the right places.

Meanwhile, Jessi’s mouth found its was onto Tommy’s bottom.
 
Her tongue was a whirlwind, licking its way
deep between his cheeks and concentrating on that road to paradise just beyond
his sac.
 
While her mouth made his bottom
pulsate with delightful sensations, her hands stroked him with precision.

Angel was panting and sighing.
 
He was grabbing at the sheets with one hand and grabbing at Tommy’s hair
with the other.
 
Angel’s body was
shuddering and his chin was jutted up toward the ceiling.
 
Tommy licked his way over Angel’s chest,
leaving a wet trail over the chiseled curves with his tongue.
 
He rolled onto the bed and stared into
Angel’s dark, penetrating eyes.
 
They
stared back at him, hooded, dreamy and placid.
 
His hair was tousled around his face in a windswept silhouette.
 
Tommy moved a strand from Angel’s face and
traced a finger across his plump lips.

Angel placed a kiss on the tip of Tommy’s finger.
 
“I’m ready for you.
 
How do you like it, mi amor?”

Tommy gave him a crooked smile. “I like the bottom, so I hope you’re
used to the top.”

“It’s perfect.”
 
He put his lips
to Tommy’s shoulder and kissed his way down Tommy’s back, taking a moment to
settle in the small curve above his buttocks.
 
It was an erotic tickle across his tender
flesh and it sent a tingle up his spine.

As Tommy pushed back on his knees, Jessi kissed him deeply and nuzzled
and sucked at his neck.
 
He took her
breast in the palm of his hand and slowly caressed it.
 
She arched her back and pulled his face into
the soft pillow of her chest.

Meanwhile, Angel’s thick, warm tongue was on Tommy’s bottom, sending a
whirlpool of sensations spinning through his body.
 
His legs began to shake and he let out an
exaggerated moan.
 
It was an overload of
excitement and they were only getting started.

A slick finger introduced itself like a long lost friend.
 
It was the first time Angel touched him, but
his body reacted to Angel’s rolling fingers with sweet recognition.
 
Angel found the sweet spot that sent Tommy’s
body spiraling out of control.
 
His knees
buckled as Angel centered on it with a circular pressure.
 
His eyelids fluttered as he lost focus and
then Angel’s hand was gone.

Tommy glanced over his shoulder and saw Angel roll on a condom.
 
Their eyes met and they shared an intimate
silent exchange of desire.
 
They knew
this moment was fated, yet it eluded them for so long.
 
He purred Angel’s name. “Hurry up. I can’t
wait anymore.”

“My prince,” Angel whispered. “You’re everything I ever wanted.”

Jessi kissed him just as Angel’s cock toyed with him.
 
Angel was gentle, slowly inserting himself,
testing reception and acceptance.
 
Tommy’s bottom was pulsating, waiting to be filled and he ached for
deeper penetration.

He looked back into Angel’s heavenly eyes and nodded.
 
He was too overcome with sentiment to say
anything.
 
They maintained eye contact
while Angel carefully thrust his hips forward inserting himself all the way
into his bottom.
 
Tommy let out a loud,
triumphant moan as sensations reverberated inside his body.
 
He was on fire with waves of intense
pleasure.

Jessi moved into position, sitting in front of Tommy and spreading her
legs.
 
He hooked his arms underneath her
thighs and pulled her closer to him.
 
He
licked and sucked her with the same intensity that Angel gave him from
behind.
 
The three of them were in
perfect alignment. The woman he loved was at his mouth, and the man he loved
was at his bottom. They were perfectly aligned in harmony, like the stars and
the planets.

He pushed back harder on his knees.
 
He wanted every inch of Angel inside him.
 
Angel’s hand circled around and stroked
him.
 
The overload of sensations sent him
into a frenzy, and he came, hard, with a spasm that sent a shock wave straight
to his head.
 
It made him dizzy, and he
was blinded by the force that shook him.
 
He was so consumed with his orgasm, that he didn’t realize he was
channeling all of his energy into Jessi’s crotch with his mouth.
 
She already came and she was thrashing
underneath him and crying out.
 
When he
lifted his face, his chin was covered with her juices, and she left a wet mark
on the sheets.

Angel was still thrusting his hips, gasping loudly.
 
His hands held onto Tommy’s waist in a
possessive embrace.

Tommy pushed up to his knees so he
and Angel were both kneeling on the bed.
 
He reached for Jessi.
 
She bent
down and took his cock in her mouth.
 
Every thrust from Angel’s hips pushed him deeper into her throat.
 
His erection rejuvenated from the rays of
pleasure.
 
He pulled her up and motioned
for her to turn around.
 
She got on her
knees and braced herself against the headboard.
 
Angel slowed his momentum so Tommy could enter her from behind.
 
Once he was inside, Angel picked up his
rhythm again.
 
Hip to hip, hands around
the waist in front of them, the three of them moved as one.
 
Angel in back of him, Jessi in front of him,
he was sandwiched between the two.
 
Vibrations collided and gave him the most decadent pleasure he ever
experienced.

Angel was thrusting himself faster.
 
Their skin slapped together.
 
The
headboard, careening off the wall with a series of loud thuds.
 
Tommy felt Angel thumping and beating inside
him, ejaculating against the tight walls of his rectum.
 
Angel convulsed over his back and collapsed,
then rolled off him and onto the bed.

Tommy took his time pumping Jessi from behind.
 
He wasn’t in a hurry to reach his second
orgasm.
 
He wanted to feel the warmth of
her body envelope him, until he finally exploded inside her with one final
lunge.

Tommy was spent and could barely move.
 
He lay lifeless on top of Jessi, gulping air into his lungs.
 
The muscles in his legs were useless.
 
They shook from exhaustion and still tingled
from his orgasms.
 
He wanted to fall
asleep right there on top of her.
 
He
started to doze off but he knew she probably couldn’t breathe, and he wanted to
hold Angel.
 
He summoned the strength to
roll off her and onto his side of the bed.
 
Angel wasn’t there.
 
He was sitting on a chair, in the corner of
the room, getting dressed in uncomfortable silence.