18. Ciel

18

CIEL

R yan followed me into the bedroom like a lost lamb looking for his herd. We could have continued out in the living room, but I preferred the more soundproof and private quarters of the bedroom. It was better suited to what I wanted to do today — or rather, what I wanted Ryan to do to me.

With the door shut tight behind us and the curtains drawn, I turned to face him.

“I want you to fuck me till I beg you to stop.”

Ryan’s eyes widened. “I — I can’t,” he stammered.

“Yes, you can. Fuck me till I’m so spent, I can’t walk for days.”

“But, Ciel, I’ve never — I mean, I — you know I can’t–"

“Do it.”

Ryan’s eyes darkened as he came to terms with what he must do. As I expected, he doubted his abilities, but there was no possible way this day would end poorly.

I took his hand in mine. “Remember when I asked you if you trusted me?”

“Of course.” He nodded.

“And does that still hold up now? Do you still trust me?”

He hesitated. “Yes.”

“Then fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

His lips parted and he licked them slowly. “I will,” he said. “I’ll do anything you tell me to.”

“Good boy.”

I let his hand go and took a step forward, hoping to coax Ryan into taking the lead. He balked, but when I stepped out of my robe, leaving me with nothing but my wings to cover me, it seemed to snap him into motion.

His hands ran along my waist and hips, reaching back to squeeze my ass. I pressed myself against him, the friction of the clothing he was still wearing getting in the way.

“Let’s amend this unbalance,” I told him, unbuttoning the first few buttons of his plaid shirt.

Ryan did the rest, almost tearing his shirt off when he accidentally skipped over a button. He fumbled with the button on his jeans as well, hands trembling, but once he was free of his clothes, he relaxed into more of a rhythm and got close to me again, our bodies fitting together as if they were made for each other.

I shuffled backward, pulling Ryan with me, till we’d reached the edge of the bed. I collapsed back onto it, letting Ryan climb atop me. It was all up to him now — whatever he wished to do to me, he was free to do it.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked, his voice muffled from his mouth being pressed up to my lips.

“I have never been more sure about anything in my life.”

“I’ve never taken the lead with a man before,” he insisted.

“I know. I was your first, remember?”

His cheeks flushed. “Of course I remember that. But what if I hurt you, or I make a fool out of myself, or I do something wrong, or–"

“You won’t, I promise,” I said, a little more firmly this time. “The day is ours, Ryan. Do with it what you will, but most importantly, have fun — and remember to please both of us.”

That was enough reassurance to get him to grab my cock, finally touching the aching member that had been neglected for so long. His lips caressed my neck, then my chest, then abdomen, kissing and sucking the skin till he left faint marks.

The marks didn’t worry me. With skin like mine, they would be gone in a matter of hours. With not a care in the world, I closed my eyes and ran a hand lazily through Ryan’s hair, smoothing out the gentle waves that had formed since he last combed it.

His cock rubbed against mine, his hand running along my leg. His thumb traced the muscles and tendons, the lightness of his touch surprising me slightly. He was treating me like any other person he would bed, but I wanted more from him. I wanted to see him break away from his usual reservations. I wanted to bring out the monster in him that I knew he possessed.

“More,” I moaned into his ear. “Give me more.”

Ryan glanced up at me and I opened my eyes, giving him a sharp gaze just long enough to assure him I was serious.

“I think I can give you more,” he said.

I shook my head. “That’s not good enough. I know you can give me more, so do it.”

“All right, I will. Turn over and get on your hands and knees.” His tone had shifted so much, it took me a moment to understand what he was saying. “Come on, hurry up. We don’t have all day.”

“Well, we do,” I began, but he cut me off.

“Just do what I tell you to. You want me to fuck you, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then let’s get to it.”

He got up off of me and I turned over in bed, arching my back. Whatever his plan was, it did not come quite as natural to him as it did to me. But he was trying, and that was all that mattered. He was doing it for me.

His fingers tug into my asscheeks, no doubt leaving more red marks that would disappear in minutes once he let up. Sometimes I wished the marks would remain longer so that I could inspect and admire them later when I was alone, but other times, I was glad they didn’t stay. No one wanted to see an angel with a hickey. It shattered every innocent, angelic perception they had of the creature.

“Oh, uh, wait a minute,” Ryan said, his voice weak again. “Where’s your lube?”

I sighed. “In the drawer.”

“The nightstand drawer?”

“Yes.”

“Which one?”

“To the left.”

“Whose left?”

“They are the same.” I cocked my head in the correct direction. “It’s in that one.”

He got up and fetched the bottle of lubricant from the drawer, returning to his place behind me immediately. I was pleased he’d remembered lubricant, at least, although I would have stopped him before he got too far had he not.

“Oh, what about a condom? I suppose you don’t need to use one when there’s no worry of pregnancy.”

“Ryan, my dear boy,” I said, resigning myself to giving a lecture about safe sex in the middle of our once-hot encounter, “One is still advised to use condoms even when pregnancy is not a consideration if there’s any concern about sexually transmitted infections.”

“Well, that does make sense.” Based on his tone, I could tell that he was embarrassed at his lapse of judgment.

“But you do not need to use one with me,” I continued.

“Why not?”

I smirked. “Well, dear boy, I’m an angel. Do you really think that an angel could contract a mere human’s disease, or even transmit it between species?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t appreciate your being cute with me. Can they or can’t they?”

“They most certainly cannot. You’re free to use protection if you would like, but trust me, it won’t matter when it comes to safety.”

He took a deep breath, opened the ugly purple tube of lubricant, and got back into the space he’d been in before he remembered the all too unsexy logistics of sex.

It took him only a few more seconds to get situated, and then he was ready. The energy changed the moment he touched me, as if a new sense of confidence had bolstered him. I sucked air sharply into my lungs. The pressure was immediate and immense.

This was an entirely new world for both of us. I hoped that we would have many more long, happy days together like this, but even if we didn’t, I was content to get whatever I got now and enjoy it while it lasted.