Angel (Fallen Angel, #3)(16)
Viper
I HAD TO hand it to Rolling Stone: they had a bunch of smart motherfuckers working for them, because the photograph staring up at me from my kitchen counter was spectacular.
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen such a controversial image splashed across the front of a magazine. But as my eyes roamed over the smooth, tanned skin of Halo’s back and ass, my reaction told me that what I was looking at was something that was going to make one hell of an impact.
It wasn’t just the nakedness, either—though that was definitely causing the hard-on in my jeans—it was the look Jacques had captured in our eyes. He had told us he wanted to give everyone something to talk about. “I want sex. I want fire,” he’d said, and hell if he hadn’t gotten it.
I looked like I wanted to fuck, and the angel? He looked like he’d just been fucked—and wanted to be again.
The image was suggestive, provocative, and so damn sexy that I had no doubt it would be the talk of every entertainment news feed the second it hit stands, because there was no way any warm-blooded person could look at that image and not feel something. It was a fucking masterpiece, just like the man in my arms.
I nuzzled my nose into the curls by Halo’s cheek. I loved the smell of my soap lingering on his skin from his earlier shower, and as I flicked open the button of his jeans and slowly drew the zipper down, a low moan left his throat.
“Fuck. I love that sound,” I said by Halo’s ear, as he leaned his naked back against my bare chest. “It’s so needy. So eager.” Halo did it again. “And so sexy.”
I slipped my fingers down into his jeans where I knew he wore nothing underneath and flirted with the crop of curls inside the denim. Halo sighed and angled his face so he was looking back at me, and the scorching expression swirling in his eyes matched the one in that sexy-as-fuck cover photo.
“Whatcha want, Angel?”
Halo slid a hand down inside his jeans until it was covering mine, and with our eyes locked, he directed our hands over his stiff dick, and then curled our fingers around his throbbing length.
“This,” Halo said as he punched his hips forward, and this time I was the one groaning, because Christ, he felt amazing.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” I whispered over his lips, my eyes greedily soaking in every flicker of emotion that crossed his face, and when I stroked our fists up to the head of his dick, Halo’s lips parted on a moan.
I lowered my head and flicked my tongue along his top lip, but when he moved to kiss me, I raised my head so I was just out of reach. Halo grunted in protest, and a smirk hit my lips as I guided our fists back down to the root of his cock, then I dragged the tip of my tongue along his lower lip, making him turn his head, trying to reach me again. But when I moved away, he whimpered.
“Viper…” Halo said, his pretty eyes pleading with me, begging me to kiss that delicious mouth of his. But I was enjoying the tease too much to stop now, and when I released my hold on him and drew his hand free of his pants to plant it on the island counter by the magazine, I shifted Halo into the position I wanted him. Legs slightly spread, hands braced on the counter, and me, close as I could get.
When Halo didn’t protest or tell me to stop, I reached up, pushed his hair aside, and then crowded in behind him to kiss the skin on the side of his neck beneath his ear. A tremble racked the angel’s body, and he shoved back into me, his tight ass rubbing up against my stiff prick.
“Hmm, I think it’s time we gave you a different perspective on this photo,” I said by his ear, as I slipped my fingers into the waist of his loose jeans and tugged them down under his ass. “Surely there’s something I can do to make you see it the way I do—as the hottest fucking cover that’s ever been.”
The muscles in Halo’s arms bunched, and I couldn’t stop myself from lowering my head and scraping my teeth over his shoulder blade. I peered over his shoulder to again take in the sight of us naked, oiled up, and close—but not half as close as we were about to be.
“Look at your eyes,” I said, as I wound an arm around Halo’s waist and took hold of his freed cock. “They’re so dark and heavy-lidded. You look like you do after you come.”
I wrapped my fingers around Halo, and as I began to slowly work him up and down, he cursed, and I kissed his shoulder.
“And look at that mouth… Damn, it looks sweet. So fucking sweet. But it’s not, is it, Angel? Not when it’s busy sucking me. Not when it’s cursing because I’m fucking you so good.”
“Jesus, fuck, Viper,” Halo said as his hips thrust forward, his pre-cum providing a nice, slick slide in and out of my fist.
I reached down with my free hand and quickly undid my jeans to free my own aching length. Once the pants were out of my way and my cock was cradled between the phenomenal ass cheeks that were front and center in that photograph, I planted a hand on top of the counter by Halo’s.
“And this body,” I said, and trailed my fingers down the length of Halo’s naked skin on the cover, as I rocked my hips forward in time with the rhythmic strokes I was giving his cock. “This body is going to make every person who sees this cover wish they were me.”
Halo’s moan was tortured when it came, and as he white-knuckled the counter, his head fell forward, and I drew the magazine closer to him.