Angel

Cain Montgomery :

Cain looks smug as ever when you drop to your knees in front of him, leaning back against the couch like a king waiting to be worshipped. His broad chest stretches against his shirt, one hand lazily tugging his cuff open as his lips twist into that cocky grin.

"Finally realized where you belong, huh?"

You roll your eyes at his comment, but now you were kinda used to his teasing now.

But the second your lips part and wrap around his cock, that control he prides himself on shatters. His jaw clenches, head knocking back against the couch, and a strangled groan escapes him before he can stop it. His hand flies to your hair, not to push you down, but because he needs something to hold onto as his composure crumbles.

Every time your tongue drags along the underside, his hips twitch forward. His brown eyes, usually sharp with arrogance, glaze over with need as he watches you through half-lidded lashes. He’s panting already, breath stuttering whenever you hollow your cheeks and take him deeper, he hisses with a voice raw.

"Fuck, that mouth-"

Your arousal spikes at the sight of him undone, his perfect mask cracking. You feel your own thighs press together as you realize you have Cain Montgomery, the man who’s always in control, reduced to trembling above you, helpless to the pace you set. His throaty groans, his bitten-off curses, the way his cock twitches on your tongue, it’s really intoxicating.

By the time you cup his balls and swirl your tongue around the tip, Cain is a wreck. His abs tighten, his fingers clench in your hair, and that cocky grin is long gone, replaced with an open, desperate expression that makes your stomach twist with heat.

"Shit, I can’t-"

His breathing become heavier unsteady, like he’s struggling to breath with you perfect lips wrapped around his hard length.

"Don’t stop, don’t you fucking stop-"

Your throat works around him, and Cain is already trembling, caught between a strangled groan and a curse that dies on his lips. His pride is breaking apart under your tongue, but what he doesn’t notice right away is how you’re losing control too.

The heat in your belly is unbearable, your panties damp and clinging. Desperate for some kind of relief, you shift, grinding yourself against the tip of his polished shoe. At first it’s subtle, just a brush, but when the pressure hits your clit, a muffled moan vibrates down his cock.

Cain’s eyes snap open, pupils blown wide as he feels the vibration of your moan and the slight drag of your hips. His head tilts, a smirk breaking through his daze even as his chest rises and falls in jagged gasps.

"Oh, fuck… you’re getting off on this, aren’t you?"

He pants, voice rough and low as he’s smirk stay plastered on his face.

"On my fucking shoe?"

Your cheeks burn, but the friction is too good, you can’t stop rubbing, each grind against the leather making your clit throb harder. Cain watches with a mix of shock and feral hunger, his hand tightening in your hair as his hips twitch up. The sight of you pleasuring yourself against him while swallowing his cock pushes him closer to the edge than he’s ever been.

"Goddamn, princess-"

He moaned your name, his head caressing your head sometimes.

"You’re filthier than I thought…"

Your tongue drags along his shaft, spit slicking his cock until every motion makes Cain shudder. But the more you grind your panties against his shoe, the harder your body trembles with need. Your clit throbs against the leather, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through you.

Cain can barely breathe. His brown eyes are wide and glassy, his jaw slack as curses tumble out of him.

"Fuck- look at you, using my shoe like a dirty little slut…"

The words only make your hips rock harder, your panties soaking through, and the vibration of your moans around his cock drives him insane. His fingers tighten painfully in your hair, his thighs trembling beneath your grip.

"I can’t- I’m gonna come-"

He groans, and before you can brace yourself, hot spurts of his release hit the back of your throat. Cain throws his head back with a strangled moan, the sound low and broken, body shaking as he spills everything into your mouth.

The mix of his taste and the friction against your clit pushes you over too. You rub frantically against his shoe, shuddering as an orgasm rips through you, muffled whimpers vibrating down his cock as you swallow him down.

When it’s over, Cain looks wrecked. He’s sweaty, flushed, chest heaving, but his smirk creeps back, softer this time.

"Well, princess… remind me never to underestimate you again."

Abel Conti :

Abel stares at you like he’s watching the sun explode. He’s huge, shirt tight over his chest, golden curls falling in his face as he blinks down at you in disbelief.

"Wait, wait- you’re- holy shit."

His laugh is shaky, nervous, already laced with arousal.

The instant your lips wrap around him, Abel screams. A strangled mix of a moan and a laugh bursts out of him, his hips jerking forward before he nearly trips over his own feet. His hand slams against the counter behind him, muscles flexing as his head rolls back.

"Fuck, that- oh my god-"

His voice cracks halfway through the sentence, a moan escaping his lips.

You suck him slowly, savoring every inch, and Abel reacts like no one has ever touched him before. His eyes are wide, lips parted, sounds tumbling out unfiltered. He moans loud, shameless, throwing in breathless curses and even a nervous laugh or two when the sensations overwhelm him. Every time your tongue flicks against him, he gasps like he’s drowning.

His excitement feeds yours. Watching his body tense and shiver, hearing those raw, unrestrained sounds, your cunt clenches, heat pooling between your thighs as you realize how much power you hold over him. Abel is usually all radiant confidence, but now he’s trembling, begging, clinging to the counter like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

"Please- please don’t stop, I’ll lose my mind-"

He whines a bit, eyes glassy. His other hand grips your shoulder, squeezing hard, as if he can’t process the overload crashing through his body. His hips start to buck, uncontrolled, chasing more of the warmth of your throat.

By the time you take him deep, Abel lets out a guttural groan that shakes through his whole frame. His laughter is gone now, replaced by needy whimpers and desperate moans that echo in the room. And the look on his flushed, desperate face makes your clit throb.

Abel is already noisy, every movement of your mouth pulling gasps, moans, and curses from him like you’ve stolen every filter he has. But then the arousal pooling low in your stomach demands more, and your hand drifts down, slipping past the waistband of your panties.

The moment your fingers find your clit, you whimper around his cock. Abel’s entire body jolts. His big hands grab at the counter like he’s about to fall apart, golden curls sticking to his forehead as he looks down at you.

"Wait- you’re-"

His eyes widen as he looks down at you, his voice cracking.

"Holy fuck, you’re touching yourself? While you-"

Your wet fingers circle your clit in time with the bob of your head, each slick stroke sending shockwaves through your body. Abel’s sounds grow even louder, messy, almost panicked with need. He can’t process it, can’t handle the sight of you pleasuring yourself while swallowing him down.

"Fuck- I’m gonna-"

He blurts, hos words breaking into a moan.

"You’re too fucking hot, fuck, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop."

The sight of his trembling thighs and flushed face, the sound of his wild moans, just makes you add more pressure on the bundle of nerves you’re rubbing circles on. The two of you are spiraling together, feeding off each other’s need like it’s the only thing that matters.

Your fingers work your clit fast, wetness coating your hand as you suck him deeper, hollowing your cheeks until Abel is losing his mind. His voice breaks with every sound, half moans, half laughter, unable to believe the pleasure flooding his body and how good you’re doing. He clearly didn’t expected this from you.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck- please don’t stop-"

Abel babbles, his thighs shaking. His abs flex as he looks down at you, eyes wide, golden hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.

"You’re touching yourself while- shit-"

His words dissolve into a guttural moan, he’s unable to finish any of his sentences.

The sight of your fingers between your thighs, your lips stretched around him, is too much. His hips jerk forward helplessly, chasing the heat of your mouth. His hand slaps against the counter as his whole body seizes.

"I’m coming, I’m coming-"

Hot pulses of cum spill down your throat as Abel cries out loud, the sound echoing through the room. His hand finally finds your hair, trembling, not pushing, just holding on as he falls apart.

The raw desperation of it tips you over the edge too. Your fingers circle your clit frantically as your body convulses, orgasm flooding through you until you’re moaning around him, squeezing your eyes shut as pleasure bursts in your stomach.

When you finally pull back, Abel is panting, laughing breathlessly, flushed from head to toe, a small smirk drawing on his face. "Holy shit… You just ruined me."

Florian Seth :

Florian is already blushing before you even touch him. Tall, lean, dressed in his usual soft purple sweater, he looks down at you with violet eyes wide, almost nervous. His fingers twitch at his sides like he doesn’t know whether to reach for you or keep his hands to himself.

"You… really want to?"

He asks softly, voice almost trembling.

But when you slide your lips over his cock, his body betrays him instantly. His breath cuts out in a sharp gasp, head tipping back as his white curls fall into his eyes. His long fingers hover awkwardly before tangling in your hair, trembling against your scalp. He doesn’t pull, he just needs to hold you.

Every movement of your mouth earns a reaction. His chest heaves, a flush spreads down his pale skin, his violet eyes flutter closed as his lips part in shaky moans he can’t contain. They’re quiet so intimate, raw, broken sounds that make your stomach knot with heat.

You feel drenched just watching him unravel, the normally composed Florian trembling like he’s never felt pleasure this consuming. His cock throbs against your tongue, hips twitching despite his attempts to hold still. His voice is low, strangled, as if he’s scared to speak too loud.

"God, please… I can’t-"

He whispers, forehead pressing against his arm braced on the wall.

Every flick of your tongue, every bob of your head makes him more undone. His eyes half-open, staring down at you with a look that could shatter your chest, pure awe, adoration, and desperate need. That silent, trembling surrender makes your clit ache, heat curling deep inside you.

When you take him deeper, Florian’s body jolts like electricity shot through him. His hand tightens gently in your hair, his hips buck forward before he chokes back a moan so filthy it makes your thighs press together hard. His self-control is gone, and seeing the quiet, reserved man undone like this makes you ache to taste every last drop of him.

Florian’s quiet sounds already set your nerves on fire, the soft, desperate moans, the shaky breaths, the way his pale skin flushes under the orgasm that is slowly being built. But what makes your thighs clench hardest is his eyes.

Half-lidded, glassy, they’re locked on you as if you’re the only thing in the world. His lips part, a whisper of your name breaking into a groan when your tongue swirls around him. The intensity in that gaze makes your core ache, so you press your thighs together for relief, rubbing them tight.

He notices. Of course he does, Florian always notices. His hand in your hair trembles as he swallows hard.

"You… you’re pressing your thighs together… Looking for some relief huh ?"

Florian whispers, voice low and gentle, laced with need.

You hum around his cock, confirming it, and his whole body shudders. His other hand slides shakily to your cheek, caressing it as though he’s overwhelmed by the intimacy.

"God, you’re so beautiful like this… please, don’t stop…"

The friction between your thighs builds each time you rock against yourself, while Florian’s hips twitch despite his attempts to stay still. His moans spill out more freely now, low and guttural, every sound dripping with sincerity. He’s completely undone, and the fact that he noticed your arousal, that he’s cherishing it instead of just giving in to his own, makes your clit throb harder.

"I can’t believe-"

He’s breathless, his eyes wet and desperate.

"You’re finally mine."

Your thighs squeeze tighter and tighter as you work your mouth along his cock, Florian trembling above you. His violet eyes are glazed with lust, cheeks burning crimson as soft moans spill out despite how hard he tries to bite them back.

"You’re… amazing."

Florian takes the time to praise you, his fingers stroking shakily through your hair.

"So warm… so perfect…"

The more you press your thighs together, grinding lightly, the wetter you get, slick heat soaking your panties as you moan around him. Florian gasps at the vibration, his hips twitching before he groans, forehead dropping against his arm braced against the wall.

"God- fuck-I’m so close."

You feel his cock throb against your tongue, his body begging for release.

Then, with a desperate cry, he gives in. Hot streams of cum flood your mouth as Florian moans your name like a prayer, his voice shaky and overwhelmed. His hands cradle your head gently even as his body jerks, like he’s terrified of being too rough while he unravels.