Between a Rock and a Hard Place (10 page)

Angel’s mouth was on the move again.  His lips found Tommy’s inner thigh.  It was another erogenous zone that morphed intense pleasure with laughter.  Every muscle in Tommy’s body tensed and contracted as Angel’s tongue tickled tiny circles of bliss on the delicate flesh.

Tommy knew it was coming and expected it.  He welcomed it, yearned for it.  His cock twitched seconds before Angel’s teeth nipped at his inner thigh.  Tommy’s legs trembled at the surge of sensations that followed.  Angel was more careful with this love bite and he was gentle.  Tommy didn’t want gentle; he wanted to feel the pain and pressure.  “Harder,” he rasped.

Angel only exerted a small about of additional pressure and nursed the tender flesh between his teeth, making soft suckling sounds.

“Do it harder.  I want to feel it.”

Angel bit down, sending a jolt up through Tommy’s groin.  He gasped, but Angel released his hold before Tommy could cry out.  His inner thigh throbbed, but the pain was soothed by a healing swipe of Angel’s tongue and a lingering kiss over the bruise.

Angel’s breath traveled up to Tommy’s mouth for a kiss.  Angel no longer tasted of the savory salt water but of his distinct warm flavor.

Angel put two fingers in his mouth, rolled them around until they were wet, and then pulled them out with a slurp.  He soaked them with lubrication and slipped them down between Tommy’s cheeks.

The first finger always made Tommy gasp.  It was a welcomed invasion that produced a tiny bit of pain, followed by a rush of pleasure.  Angel slid his finger in and out a few times before he gently inserted the second.  Angel rolled them around, the same way he rolled them around in his mouth, until his fingers hit that sweet spot that drove Tommy crazy.

Once Angel hit that magic button, Tommy surrendered.  He was powerless to do anything except experience the ecstasy that Angel bestowed upon him.  A third finger joined its mates.  They banded together and formed an alliance.  Their attack was relentless, reaching a depth and pushing boundaries that were unprecedented.

Tommy let out a deep moan and allowed the wave of intense sensations to reverberate throughout his lower body.

Angel grabbed Tommy’s cock in his free hand and made a tight ring around its base with his index finger and thumb.  It made the blood pool up to the head.  Angel sucked the tip into his mouth and Tommy thought he might burst.

The tingling started, first in the tip of Tommy’s cock, then deep down into his butt.  A tremor ran down his thigh and made his leg shake.  His entire body began to tremble.  Angel pushed his mouth down further and his fingers deeper inside.  Everything felt so good.

Tommy’s orgasm started, but he controlled it.  He didn’t want to come yet.  He wanted to experience the euphoria before he climaxed.  He panted heavily and concentrated on the sensations traveling through his body.  He envisioned Angel going down on him and imagined Angel’s fingers deep inside his body, all without opening his eyes.

Tommy couldn’t hold out any longer.  He let go.  His arms and legs went limp and his body shuddered.  He grabbed a chunk of Angel’s hair and pushed his pelvis up into Angel’s mouth and exploded.

Angel sucked him dry and then sat back on his heels.  “You nasty man.  You were supposed to wait for me.”

“Wait for you?”  Tommy laughed.  “How was I supposed to resist that mouth?”

“Enough talking.  Turn over and give me that sweet ass.”

“No.”  Tommy lifted his legs and placed them on Angel’s shoulders, careful not to disturb the blanket that covered them.  “I want it like this.”

Angel leaned down and placed a hard, quick bite on Tommy’s belly.  He jolted at the unexpected pain.  It would be another mark, another trophy, to admire in a few hours.

He was already stretched wide enough to accept Angel.  A few drops of lubrication were all that was needed in order for Angel to slide easily inside him.  They both grunted at the swift connection of their bodies.  Tommy barely relinquished his orgasm before a second round of stimulation rocked his bottom.

Angel pushed forward, arching Tommy’s back and lifting his pelvis so his bottom opened and allowed Angel to push himself all the way inside.  Angel’s thrusts were quick and hard and it sent the sheet flapping.

Tommy hooked his ankles behind Angel’s neck and hung onto his arms.  The sand on the sheet scratched at Tommy’s back and shoulders.  It was going to be another raw abrasion, another souvenir that he could cherish for the next few days.

Angel’s breath was hot and rapid.  It hit Tommy in the face like an oven.  His head was spinning and he could barely breathe under the blanket that smothered him.  He needed air.  He didn’t care if anyone saw them.  He was suffocating and lifted the edge of the blanket a few inches.

Angel grabbed Tommy’s hand, pushed it down into the sand and sealed the heat inside.  His knees shook and he sent one more hard thrust of his hips before he fell, exhausted and out of breath, onto Tommy’s chest.

Chapter Nine

Tommy was still in the shower washing off the sand. Angel could be in and out in less than ten minutes, but Tommy languished under the downpour of the water.  He knew what took Tommy so long – his hair.  The thought made Angel smile as he pictured Tommy sudsing his long blond locks.

A thick cloud of steam engulfed Angel as soon as he entered the bathroom.  He waved it away, dropped his shorts and found the handle to the shower door.

Tommy’s eyes cut through the fog like bright blue gems.  He took Angel’s hand and invited him inside the shower.  “Did you decide you needed a good scrubbing?”  He ran his hands up Angel’s chest, leaving a stream of soapy water.  His touch sent a tremor down Angel’s body that ached for more physical contact, even though they just consumed each other’s body on the beach.

“Don’t tempt me with those talented fingers, Tommy Blade. We’ll never get out of this hotel room, and you know we only have a few hours left before we have to leave Hong Kong.”

“Then why are you in my shower teasing me with your naked body?”

Angel reached for the shampoo.  “Because I want to wash your hair.”

Tommy eyes brightened with a sense of wonder.  “Wash my hair?  I never knew a punk rocker could be so sweet and dreamy.”  He slid his hands around Angel’s waist and kissed him.  “No one’s washed my hair for me since I was a kid.”

“I know it’s silly, but I’ve wanted to do it since we first met.”  Angel poured a generous amount of shampoo into the palm of his hand and placed the bottle back in the shower niche.  He bathed Tommy’s hair into a rich, fragrant lather.  He manipulated the slippery strands between his fingers and inhaled the fragrant bouquet.  He massaged Tommy’s scalp, starting at the base of his neck and let his fingertips travel around its crown.  The lather made a creamy concoction of white foam amidst Tommy’s golden hair.

Tommy backed up to the spray of water and tilted his head back so the water could rinse the suds free.  Angel stood in front of him and guided the water through his hair.  Tommy gazed back at him with half-closed lids, filled with intense silent emotion.

The simple act of washing Tommy’s hair became an intimate exchange of tender affection.  Angel leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on Tommy’s lips.  “I love you.”

While Tommy dried his hair in the bathroom and dressed, Angel rummaged through his suitcases.  He was searching for one of his favorite jackets that Jessi made for him.  He knew he packed it, but it wasn’t hung in the closet and he couldn’t find it in his luggage.  Instinctually, he wanted to ask Jessi if she’d seen it, but she wasn’t with them.  He still couldn’t get used to the idea that they were separated.  He abandoned his search, sat on the edge of the bed and imagined what she was doing right now.  He felt melancholy and homesick, not for his actual home, but for the company of the other third of their relationship that was left behind.

He found his phone and called her.  “Hi, sweetheart.”  He didn’t expect the lump in his throat when he heard her voice, nor did he expect his heart to swell when she said that she missed him.  “I was looking for my jacket and almost forgot you weren’t with us.  I wish you were here.”

“I wish I was there, too.”

He could hear the disappointment in her voice and he wanted to change the subject.  He didn’t want to make her feel sad.  “We’re going to visit the local street markets in a little while. Do you want me to buy you anything special?”

“Something touristy.  Anything that says Hong Kong.  Maybe one of those little colorful cat statues with his paw raised.”

He laughed.  “I’ll make sure I get one for you.  How are your classes coming along?”

“They’re hard, but I’m almost done.”

“And the plans for the boutique?  Are the contractors done renovating?”

She let out a frustrated sigh and Angel imagined her pulling her hand through her hot pink hair.

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know what I’m doing, Angel.  I never opened a business before.  I know about production, but I don’t know the first thing about who I’m supposed to hire to run the boutique.  My sister Ella is helping me, but I’m overwhelmed.”

He wished he was there to help her.  She was left all alone to handle an enormous task without any experience and she sounded lost.  “Call my dad.  He’ll help you.  He has the contacts you need and they’re trustworthy and reliable people.  I know the restaurant business is totally different from retail, but he built Garcia’s from nothing.  He knows all about how to start up a successful business and he has a lot of contacts in the city planning department.”

“Really?  Do you think he’ll help me?”  Her voice beamed with hope.  “I don’t want to be a burden.  I know he’s a busy man.”

“You’re family, Jessi.  You know my dad will do anything when it comes to family.”

“Thank you so much.”

Angel imagined her placing her hand on her chest, or covering her mouth with her fingers, overcome with gratitude.  “If there’s anything else you need, just ask.  I mean it.”

“I will.  Thank you.  What were you looking for, anyway?”

“Oh, my lightweight leather jacket.  The thin one with the leopard lining.  I over packed and can’t find anything.”

He missed the sound of her laughter.  It was lighthearted and musical and it brought a smile to his lips.

“Your luggage probably cost more than your plane ticket, Angel.  I saw you pack it.  Check the suitcase with the Immortal Angel sticker.  There’s that extra zippered compartment.”

He tucked the phone between his chin and shoulder and checked the outside of the suitcases until he found the one that displayed the sticker.  As soon as he saw the semi-hidden zipper inside, he remembered packing the jacket in the compartment so it would be protected.  He let out a calming deep breath.  “I swear I’m lost without you.”  He never realized how much he relied on Jessi.  As the band’s assistant, she was on top of every detail.  As his “wifey” she tended to him the same way she tended to Tommy.