Max blushed when Angel pulled back to look in his eyes.
“Damn, I was actually thinking the same thing, but I didn’t want to frighten you. You know, thinking it would be a little cheesy to say that since I
just saw you yesterday.” Angel stated, uncertainty tainting his deep voice.
Max continued to stare and grasped Angel’s hands and looked into his eyes.
“Angel, you know this is foreign land for me. I’m feeling my way through this…trying to learn my way around. More than anything, I need for you to be completely honest with me. No matter what, always let me know what’s up.”
Angel gave a slight nod before he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Max’s lips. It started slow and sensual, familiarizing themselves with each other’s mouth before they both turned on the heat.
Angel’s mouth was so damn soft and firm at the same time. He tasted of cinnamon and very expensive bourbon. He didn’t want the kiss to end anytime soon. Max never would’ve guessed kissing a man could be so good.
Angel kissed him like a man, too—strong and demanding.
Max loved that there was no irritatingly sticky fruit-flavored gloss or dark red lipstick all over his mouth when he finished.
Max wound his hands through Angel’s hair and stroked the long silky strands to the ends. “So beautiful…so soft. Thank you for wearing it down tonight,” he whispered, continuing to let the silky strands thread through his fingers.
Angel’s head rolled back as Max continued to caress his hair.
“Mmmmm,” Angel moaned. “Maybe we should just stay right here for the rest of the evening.”
“Heck no, I want you to give me a tour of your home, it’s freaking huge.” Max looked around the large, beige-marbled foyer with the large mahogany table in the center. The largest gold-potted fern Max had ever seen sat in the center. The overhead chandelier was not a frilly crystal-and-gold monstrosity, it was made of some type of wrought iron. It looked unique and expensive.
“My house is not that big, darlin’.”
“Compared to my condo it sure as hell is.”
“Maybe a quick tour, and then I’m going to feed you.”
“No, I’m going to feed you, this is my date… remember?”
“Anything you say, babe.” Angel laid a moist kiss on his neck. Max realized that he liked the sound of Angel’s submission a little too much . He let Angel take his hand and lead him into the adjacent room, which looked to be a formal dining room. It had eight place settings complete with blue charger plates underneath white and blue dinner plates, shiny silver stemware, and water goblets with a deep blue cloth napkin that perfectly matched the table cloth tucked neatly inside it. I wonder if he designed al this himself.
“In case you are wondering…I didn’t design the rooms,” Angel stated matter-of-factly. Max smiled at the fact that Angel knew what he was thinking. “It was actually quite simple. They send an interior designer to ask you a million questions about your favorite colors and your most-hated colors. She works on each room individually, getting your approval here and there, three months later you have the final product.”
Max barely heard a word Angel said as he pointed out objects and moved from room to room. Max was transfixed at the way his shiny hair flowed down to his sculpted ass that was encased in soft brown leather pants. His ass was tight and round. Max’s sexual thoughts about a man felt peculiar and natural all at the same time. He blinked out of his trance and noticed Angel staring at him expectantly. “Huh…what did you say?” Max stammered.
“You okay babe? I asked if you played pool.”
Shit. Max didn’t even realize that they were now standing in what must be the entertainment room. I don’t even remember walking in here…damn! Angel was standing there with a smug smirk on his face, leaning against a professional sized pool table in the middle of the room. Max blushed and stared at the
“Damn, I was actually thinking the same thing, but I didn’t want to frighten you. You know, thinking it would be a little cheesy to say that since I
just saw you yesterday.” Angel stated, uncertainty tainting his deep voice.
Max continued to stare and grasped Angel’s hands and looked into his eyes.
“Angel, you know this is foreign land for me. I’m feeling my way through this…trying to learn my way around. More than anything, I need for you to be completely honest with me. No matter what, always let me know what’s up.”
Angel gave a slight nod before he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on Max’s lips. It started slow and sensual, familiarizing themselves with each other’s mouth before they both turned on the heat.
Angel’s mouth was so damn soft and firm at the same time. He tasted of cinnamon and very expensive bourbon. He didn’t want the kiss to end anytime soon. Max never would’ve guessed kissing a man could be so good.
Angel kissed him like a man, too—strong and demanding.
Max loved that there was no irritatingly sticky fruit-flavored gloss or dark red lipstick all over his mouth when he finished.
Max wound his hands through Angel’s hair and stroked the long silky strands to the ends. “So beautiful…so soft. Thank you for wearing it down tonight,” he whispered, continuing to let the silky strands thread through his fingers.
Angel’s head rolled back as Max continued to caress his hair.
“Mmmmm,” Angel moaned. “Maybe we should just stay right here for the rest of the evening.”
“Heck no, I want you to give me a tour of your home, it’s freaking huge.” Max looked around the large, beige-marbled foyer with the large mahogany table in the center. The largest gold-potted fern Max had ever seen sat in the center. The overhead chandelier was not a frilly crystal-and-gold monstrosity, it was made of some type of wrought iron. It looked unique and expensive.
“My house is not that big, darlin’.”
“Compared to my condo it sure as hell is.”
“Maybe a quick tour, and then I’m going to feed you.”
“No, I’m going to feed you, this is my date… remember?”
“Anything you say, babe.” Angel laid a moist kiss on his neck. Max realized that he liked the sound of Angel’s submission a little too much . He let Angel take his hand and lead him into the adjacent room, which looked to be a formal dining room. It had eight place settings complete with blue charger plates underneath white and blue dinner plates, shiny silver stemware, and water goblets with a deep blue cloth napkin that perfectly matched the table cloth tucked neatly inside it. I wonder if he designed al this himself.
“In case you are wondering…I didn’t design the rooms,” Angel stated matter-of-factly. Max smiled at the fact that Angel knew what he was thinking. “It was actually quite simple. They send an interior designer to ask you a million questions about your favorite colors and your most-hated colors. She works on each room individually, getting your approval here and there, three months later you have the final product.”
Max barely heard a word Angel said as he pointed out objects and moved from room to room. Max was transfixed at the way his shiny hair flowed down to his sculpted ass that was encased in soft brown leather pants. His ass was tight and round. Max’s sexual thoughts about a man felt peculiar and natural all at the same time. He blinked out of his trance and noticed Angel staring at him expectantly. “Huh…what did you say?” Max stammered.
“You okay babe? I asked if you played pool.”
Shit. Max didn’t even realize that they were now standing in what must be the entertainment room. I don’t even remember walking in here…damn! Angel was standing there with a smug smirk on his face, leaning against a professional sized pool table in the middle of the room. Max blushed and stared at the
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