19. Ryan

19

RYAN

C iel’s ass was tight and warm and an entirely different sensation than anything I’d felt before. I reveled in being so close to him. The mere fact that he allowed me to be this intimate was something that I would cherish forever. He made me trust him, but that trust was a two-way street, and he trusted me just as much.

In inserted myself deeper, taking a shaky breath as a shiver ran down my spine. Goosebumps appeared on my arms and I closed my eyes, listening to my heartbeat in the otherwise calming silence of the room.

Ciel wanted me to fuck him until he begged me to stop, but I wasn’t sure if I could do that. Even if a woman had told me that, I didn’t think I was capable of it. But Ciel had so much confidence in me. I couldn’t let him down now.

I allowed myself to pick up my pace, settling into a rhythm that felt good to me. Ciel’s breath, sharp and deliberate, was audible to me now, and it was all I could focus on. Even when he relinquished control, he still found a way to get a modicum of it back.

I thrust a little harder, eliciting a moan from him. That was it. That was what I was looking for. I did it again, though he was more prepared for it this time and barely let out a soft whimper.

I never expected to like it as much as I did. I’d enjoyed my time with Ciel before, but this was different. This was me fucking another man — and enjoying every second of it.

Ciel was enjoying himself, too. I had power over him. He gave me that power, sure, but I felt like I’d earned it.

I ran my hands along his back and down the curve of his ass. His skin was smoother than any human’s. He was beautiful, really. I hadn’t thought a man could be beautiful. I hadn’t even thought anyone in the world could be this beautiful, but then again, Ciel was always exceeding my expectations.

I didn’t have as much stamina with him as I would have liked, and I could already feel myself approaching climax. I had to slow down if I wanted to extend our night together, but Ciel’s demands had been clear, so I didn’t.

Instead, I fucked him harder. His moans were muffled in the pillow, but that wasn’t enough to keep me from gritting my teeth, breaths coming faster while my heart pounded in my chest.

“More,” he breathed. “Give me more.”

I didn’t know how I possibly could, but I gave Ciel everything I had — every last drop of strength and energy — and it proved to be enough. He came onto the bed, his whimpers enough to send me over the edge.

It was over. I had no idea how much time had passed. I barely had any idea where I was as the world spun around me, but I’d done my best, and now Ciel could judge me all he wanted. I didn’t care; I’d had fun.

As I sat there, hands pressed into the mattress and head down as I caught my breath, the reality of the moment finally caught up to me. I had fun . Maybe I was more in love with Ciel than I thought. Stranger things had happened, certainly, but what would I say to my family and friends? How could I explain that I’d fallen for an angel, and a male angel at that?

Whatever happened to Ciel and me, now wasn’t the time to worry about it. Our time together now was best spent reveling in each other’s bodies and enjoying each other’s company. I was exhausted, and all the only motivation that helped me muster the strength to move was the vision of me lying next to Ciel, his fluffy wings engulfing me.