Where Is He?

Savannah

He made me a new jacket.

He said he was sorry.

He made me a new jacket.

My Angel put so much work into this.

How he knew what those patches looked like well enough to recreate them I don’t know.

~The thought he put into this.~

~My Angel did this for me.~

“Percy, he did this. He, Damon. He.”

My words leave me…my heart feels so full I can’t find the words to express this, to describe how much this means to me.

For him to do this for me.

“It was shredded…he fixed this for me.”

I stare at the handwritten note. My fingertips trace the curl of every individual letter.

“Van? Are you okay?” Percy held his hand to my wrist, he looked worried for me.

“I like Damon.” My eyes sank into Percy’s baby blues with the honest truth.

He didn’t seem happy but nodded along to show he understood and was listening.

The hallways started to get louder, other people coming in and doing their own thing.

The bell rang. All the classes now had their doors open. I never wanted to skip so bad in my life. I looked at the end of the hall to where Damon’s locker is but I didn’t see anything.

Or anyone.

Still in my jacket, with it being in the high 80s, I went to class. My mind on the fallen Angel and where he was.

How I would thank him for this and what that brought us to. I paid no attention to the first three classes. Lunch dragged on.

The cheer squad coming in with their football team to let all of us know homecoming was in three weeks and how much fun it would be.

One more class and finally it was gym time.

For the first time in my life I was ready for gym.

Out on the track, I waited for Coach Kline to blow the damn whistle and let us out so I could see if my Angel was on the field.

As soon as the little blue tin around his neck blew I was the first one on the track.

My eyes on the guys’ class in the middle of the track, I racked my eyes over everyone but didn’t see a slicked-back head of black hair, a mop of curly brown or a bright sunshine of blond.

“Coach Kline, I need to use the bathroom.”

I ran off before he said anything, my lime green sneakers tatting on the tile floor, my arm holding onto the corners as I took the turn too fast and skidded around it.

I blew into the boys’ locker room like I was running from a serial killer clown.

Sunshine and Moonpie chuckled seeing me so out of breath but on a mission.

“Where is he?” I panted.

My hands on my knees, hunched over to gulp down more air.

“Are you going to kill him?”

Moonpie held my ponytail back and out of my face.

“No. Not this time.” I brought my lungs some relief and stood up. Hands on my hips, my chest still heaving from the race here.

“He’s in the blackroom.”

Sunshine held the locker room door open for me with one of his multi-million watt smiles showing off that dimple and why he has girls ready to sell a major body organ to get his attention.

I yelled a thanks over my shoulder as I took off again, back down hallways and whipping around corners till I got to a dead end.

The door shut. The rest of the doors on the way in seemed like something from the horror movies where as soon as you walk by something will reach out and grab you.

Slowing down, I ran into the door from not stopping in time. Running has never been my strong suit and now I have a bad leg with an even worse knee—my coordination has been off.

“Angel?” I knock on the door, wiggling the doorknob and pushing in before he answered.

The light from the doorway lights up a rectangle of yellow-tinted darkness to show Damon standing in front of the red and white checkered couch.

A look of confusion and concern twisted into the beautiful chiseled features of his angelic face.

I leap into his unexpecting arms, my legs around him, my ankles locked behind him while my lips find his and I steal a kiss.

Damon falls back to the couch, the springs squeaking and the frame groaning from our body weight crashing into it.

“Thank you.” I speak my words into his mouth and take another long kiss.

I don’t let him kiss me back at first. Just making him feel how much this meant to me and how badly I needed it.

My fingers knotting into his hair. My kiss fierce, passionate, dominating and searing till I feel his grip on my hips.

“Thank you.” I look at him, my reflection staring back at me. I look so small in his midnight eyes.

“You… I don’t know how you did it. I don’t know how you got the patches right or…”

I kissed him again. Hard and full of the emotional attachment I held for that jacket.

For the feelings he had made me grow, for the impulsive and reckless behavior I always swing into especially when it comes to him.

I kissed him with everything I had inside me right now.

I don’t know how to thank him the right way.

~How can I form the words to explain how much this means to me?~

~How do I let him know how deeply this touched me or how I love being his friend, how I like him or how I want to keep living in my snow day?~

My broken mind issuing a plan of action before I can comprehend my own moves, I’m on my knees and off the couch.

Working his belt loose and popping his button, dragging his zipper down.

The care of whether my knees will hold up through this is not a concern as of right now.

Kissing him softer than before, I have his pants down his thighs and my hand on his dick before either one of us really knows what’s happening.

Damon sighs with a lustful tone when my fingers lace around his hard shaft. His lips tremble from my touch; that reaction fuels every move after.

“My Angel,” I let him hear my airy moan, pumping his velvety steel up and down.

I love the way his bottom lip shakes and how he reacts to my touch.

Kissing his cheek, I move down to his neck, sucking up the tender skin and parking a reddish-purple hickey on his pale skin.

This want to brand him hit me fast, and I stopped thinking anything other than what is happening with us right now.

He is mine.

My Angel.

~Mine.~

I kiss his chest over the white T-shirt he has on today, my trail of kisses growing lower and lower till I kiss right on his pelvis bone and look up from hooded eyes and fluttering black lashes.

I’m sure he can see exactly what I am going to do, that hungry look in his eyes like blue flames from behind the midnight color of his dark orbs.

His rosy bottom lip tugged under his teeth.

“My Angel,” my voice seductive and light.

The porn star in me on display and ready to take this next step for this fallen Angel.

The round mushroom tip of his cock drips with precum—a droplet dribbles down the hand I hold him with.

Licking my lips, I make him watch, teasing him some before I lower my mouth and clean up his already wet mess.

“All for me, my Angel.”

My tongue pointed out as I lick up and over my knuckles to taste the stray drop coasting down my hand.

Smacking my lips, I make a “hmmh” sound in delight to show I like the taste of his cum on my tongue.

His head lulls with his groan of approval.

Now flat and wide, my warm tongue swipes over his sensitive tip, letting the puddle of milky white liquid glaze my taste buds with its salty, tangy flavor.

He says nothing, watching me with heavy eyes and this tensed rage of starving passion clogging his flawless face.

He hisses and flexes the muscles in his legs and hands but holds back, waiting for me to make my next move.

I lick up from his hilt and straight up his shaft to the grooves of his spongy head.

I’ve never given head before, but I’ve seen it done in porn and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to put a cock in your mouth.

Damon’s lip is being gnashed down on, turning white from the pressure just like his knuckles and the points of the exposed flesh on his legs.

Teasing him enough, I unhinge my jaw and wrap my lips around him. Taking him to the back of my throat, I can feel the pulsating veins in his thick shaft.

My hand cupping under his heavy and tight balls to replay what I’ve seen and heard.

Percy hasn’t told me the details about sucking or getting sucked off, but he has said ball play is important.

I lower my mouth down his cock, taking more and more of him until I fill my throat and press my nose to the skin around the hub of his cock.

I may not know exactly what to expect or have practice in this, but I do know one thing, though.

I’m about to suck this man’s soul from his body.

Damon moans, his hands tangling with mine to hold my hand as I bob up and down. I’m sure speed is a factor here so I need to establish a steady rhythm.

I always see girls in porn gag, but I don’t, even with how big he is.

I wonder if that’s something faked or a person-to-person thing.

I repeat my deep throating action over and over. I can feel him grow and swell. The sounds Damon makes are like nothing I’ve heard before.

I’ve made others cum but this was different. It was like he was in heaven and basking in each throat-filled pump I took him in with.

One downside of blowjobs, a lot of slobber is coming from me and I don’t know how to stop that. Hopefully Damon isn’t going to mind that I’m a messy eater.

The hold of his hand starts to strengthen and I read the vibe of him getting to the point of cumming.

I feel like Kuzco in this moment. The part in ~Emperor’s New Groove~ when him and Pacha are tied to that log and going over the waterfall.

His voice in my head, I say, “bring it on.”

“Baby, I’m going to cum.”

Damon’s voice like an urgent whisper.

I hum and take him all the way back down. Past the thing in the back of my throat that dangles down.

Whatever that’s called.

Massaging his balls, I can feel the exact moment in time his soul leaves his body.

His orgasm drains down my throat, spraying in long shots of warm cum. It surprises me at first, making me lift up slightly.

Instead of the easy bit of not tasting any more of it, the surprise jerk I gave made the last two shots of his cum hit my tongue.

Damon didn’t seem to mind.

Gasping and groaning from watching me taste him and swallow his heavy load.

I suck again and again, taking every last drop and looking up at him while I do it.

“Holy shit, baby.” His lips twerk up into a small smile and this adoring sparkle in his eyes, this low chuckle in his chest and the glitter of sweat on his face like he did the work or something.

I pull his cock out of my mouth with a snap of loud suction coming undone. Using the back of my hand I wipe my mouth and use his thighs as handles to move off my knees.

The room is in this comfortable silence as we reposition until my damn knee starts cracking as I bend up like someone popping their knuckles.

“Would you shut up, it wasn’t even ten minutes of use, don’t bitch at me.”

Damon laughs with his full belly roar from hearing me talk shit to my knee.

“Come here.” He opens his hands and closes them like a little kid asking to be picked up.

I sit beside him, my back to the armrest. One leg spreading out to go behind him so he can lie between my legs.

Turning himself, he plants his face on top of my boob slash shoulder area.

The same position he once held me in.

With my hand in his hair and the other on his cheek, I scratch his scalp like he had done to me.

“My Angel,” I whisper into a kiss that I place on his forehead.

~I have you this time, my Angel.~