The Prince of Punk Rock (39 page)

There was a knock on the door. “What’s taking you so long?
 
We’re waiting for you.”

Angel opened it and Tommy graced his lips with a whisper of a
kiss.
 
He ran his hands over Angel’s arms
and circled the round muscles of his shoulders.
 
“C’mon. There’s no reason to be
uncomfortable.”
 
Tommy led him to the
bedroom.
 
“I know just how to make all
your anxiety disappear.”

Jessi was sitting up, naked, on the bed with her legs crossed.
 
Angel’s eyes always went to her breasts when
she was naked.
 
He wasn’t really sure
why, maybe because they were perky and her bright pink nipples were always
erect and staring at him, demanding attention.
 
Shit.
 
She caught him looking.
 
He
quickly turned his head, and she laughed under her breath.

“Why do you look so uneasy?” she asked.

“I don’t know.”

She patted the bed.
 
“Nothing’s
changed.”

“Everything’s changed.”

“No it hasn’t.
 
Stop making a big
deal out of it.”

Tommy pushed him down on the bed.
 
“No more talking.
 
Let’s get those
clothes off.”
 
Angel slipped the T-shirt
over his head, while Tommy pulled the briefs from his waist.
 
“Lie down on your stomach.
 
I’m going to rub all that tension away.”

That’s exactly what Angel needed.
 
He pulled the pillow under his chin and Tommy straddled him.
 
Tommy’s hands kneaded the tight, knotted
muscles in his upper back and he started to relax.

Jessi squeezed a small amount of scented lotion on his shoulder and he
tensed up as she started to rub it into his body.

“What’s wrong?” Tommy asked.

“I don’t know.
 
It’s weird now.”

Tommy gently tapped him on the back of the head.
 
“Stop thinking.
 
Just relax.”
 
Tommy went to work, squeezing and pulling, rubbing away the tension.
 
Angel let out a long sigh and began to relax
again.
 
As Tommy’s hands worked their way
lower, the scent of Jasmine and honey filled the air.

Tommy’s lips warmed his back and trailed down his spine until they hit
the crevice between his cheeks.
 
Angel
raised his hips and Jessi slid a pillow underneath him.
 
Tommy’s slender fingers separated his butt
cheeks and a long wet tongue filled his hole. It moved in slow, purposeful
circles and wiggled itself inside.
 
A
long moan escaped Angel’s lips as Tommy’s hand stroked him. He suddenly
realized that he didn’t hear Jessi and wondered what she was doing.
 
He didn’t know why he was thinking about
Jessi when the man he loved was giving him the rim job of his life.
 
Still, he needed to peek through his lids to
see where she was.
 
She was lying next to
them, resting her head in one hand and touching herself with the other.

Angel closed his eyes again and let Tommy’s tongue send waves of
pleasure throughout his body.
 
He rocked
in tune to Tommy’s rhythm, breathing heavier with each passing second.

“Not yet,” Tommy whispered. “Self control.”

Angel gasped.
 
“I can’t wait. You
bring me so much pleasure.”

Tommy sat back on his knees and patted Angel’s butt.
 
“Easy.
 
Think about something else.”

He tried to find something else to think about besides the exquisite
strides of Tommy’s tongue against his flesh and Tommy’s magical hand on his
cock.
 
Jessi.
 
He looked over his shoulder to see what she
was doing.
 
She was kissing Tommy, tasting
his bottom on Tommy’s mouth.

“Do you like the way my man tastes?” Tommy asked her.

She nodded.
 
“But not as much as
I like the taste of your cock.”
 
She bent
down and swallowed it, placing her hand on his hips and pulling him into her.
 
Her cheeks hollowed into her mouth.
 
She sucked him so hard that Tommy came after
only a few seconds.
 
He convulsed and
fell over on top of her, bracing himself against her back.
 
His blond locks fell over his face, masking
the veil of ecstasy that was splashed across his eyes.
 
When Tommy rolled off her and Jessi righted
herself, she had milky white cum smeared in the corner of her mouth.

Angel grabbed her by the back of the neck and savagely swiped his
tongue across her lips. He pushed his tongue inside and swabbed her mouth clean
of Tommy’s juices.
 
He should have been
drinking Tommy from her mouth long ago.
 
It was an erotic charge that sent his dick twitching.
 
He searched every crevice of her mouth for a
drop of nectar that might be hiding.
 
Jessi smiled under his lips and pushed off him.

“Do you like the taste of
our
man as much as I do?”

“Oh, I love the taste of
our
man.”

She turned to Tommy.
 
“Does my
man love the taste of me?”

Tommy dove into her pussy.
 
He
curled his arms under the thighs and got to his knees.
 
His pretty little pink hole was staring at
Angel.
 
It puckered a kiss.
 
Angel lowered his lips and returned it.
 
He stretched his tongue out into the warm
orifice and it clenched around him.
 
He
lapped and sucked until Tommy was moaning and his own cock was dancing between
his legs.
 
Two slippery fingers prepared
the entrance.
 
Each pump of his fingers
caused Tommy to push himself back with a loud muffled grunt.
 
A bubble of cum seeped out of the tip of
Angel’s cock.
 
It wanted inside.
 
It needed to be inside before he blew his
load just from touching Tommy’s ass.
 
A
small dollop of lube and he slid inside without any resistance.
 
Angel threw his head back and let out a long,
deep moan.
 
The heat of Tommy’s body
enveloped his cock like a broiling oven.
 
He grabbed Tommy’s hips and pushed until he bottomed out.
 
Skin against skin, every inch of him was
enveloped inside the man he loved.
 
Tommy
moaned and pressed back. He pulled Jessi with him.
 
The entire bed rocked and the headboard
banged against the wall like a bass drum.
 
Every thrust of Angel’s hips sent his balls careening into Tommy’s.
 
It hurt, but he couldn’t stop or slow
down.
  
An orgasm encapsulated his body
and he had to ride through it.
 
He
grunted with each lunge into Tommy’s bottom.
 
A prism of light blinded him for several seconds, before he was able to
focus again.
 
Just passed Tommy’s
gorgeous head of hair, Jessi looked back at him, her eyes barely open while she
writhed in her own orgasm.
 
It didn’t feel
weird anymore.
 
Nothing ever felt so
right.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Even though Angel already met
Tommy’s parents on several occasions, they still weren’t aware of the intimacy
of their relationship.
 
Tommy was
preparing himself to tell them, but Jessi knew that they weren’t going to take
it lightly.
 
She couldn’t begin to imagine
her
parents’ negative reaction to Angel fitting into their lives.
 
It was another reason she was grateful they
lived in
Florida
.
 
It would be easier to tell Tommy’s parents
than to break the news to hers.
 
Tommy’s
dad may be stiff and old fashioned, but her parents were judgmental.
 
It would be another stick thrown at her.
 
She was always viewed as the troublemaker of
the three sisters.

Maggie, Jessi’s older sister, never
misbehaved.
 
According to her parents,
Maggie never ruffled a feather.

Ella, Jessi’s younger sister, was
coddled and fussed over.
 
Everything she did
was regarded as momentous.

Jessi suffered from the middle
child syndrome.
 
She was the rebel.
 
The wild child who got caught smoking pot and
stayed out past curfew, and her parents never let her forget it.
 
They were proud of her designing skills, but
never forgave her for dropping out of FIT.
 
They thought it was an irrational and stupid decision that would haunt her
for the rest of her life.
 
She was
determined to prove them wrong.
 
She left
school to work at a successful fashion house.
 
She had a high paying job and saved enough money to buy their first home
within a year, but her parents barely acknowledged her achievements.
 
They still thought she would never move up
without her degree.
 
Maybe they were
right.
 
Almost five years later, and she
was still stuck as an associate designer.

How was she supposed to add a
bisexual husband, whose lover was joining their marriage, to the pile of fucked
up shit she did in her life?
 
They would
rip her apart.
 
At least she could count
on her sisters for support.
 
The strained
relationship she had with her parents didn’t affect the relationship she had
with Maggie and Ella. That’s why she invited them to see Immortal Angel
tonight.

Jessi knew her sisters were in the
bar, but she was stuck behind the merch table and hadn’t seen them yet.
 
Two texts later, and they finally showed up.

“You’re really in your element
here.” Maggie paused to look at the crowd and at the merchandise.
 
“You were born to be on the music scene.
 
Why aren’t you in the band?
 
I’m sure they could find a spot for you on
stage.”

If she had any talent at all, they
couldn’t stop her from performing, but she was smart enough to know that
shaking her ass on stage for the sake of being on stage, cheapened the band and
took away from their talent.
 
“I love
designing and I love meeting the fans, so I got the best of both worlds right
here.”

Her sister Ella picked up one of
the shirts.
 
“You made these?”

“I designed them.
 
I didn’t construct them.
 
I just don’t have the time.
 
They’re silk screened by a supplier.”
  
She held up the embellished corset top.
 
“These are the ones I make. I sew them
myself.
 
They’re our best seller.”

Ella fingered the metal studs,
turned the top inside out and examined the hem and the stitching.
 
She was Jessi’s toughest critic.
 
“This is impeccable, Jessi.
 
I’m really proud of you.”
 
She held it up to her chest.
 
“I want one.
 
You’re wasting your time at that small house you work for.
 
You should be with a major design label.”