Page 74 of Ruthless Ambition
“Never seen it,” I told her honestly.
“Oh,” she frowned. “You mean the episode or the show?”
“Both.”
“You’ve never seenFriends?” Angel sat up straighter as she stared at me. “How can you have missed it?”
“Easily?”
When she started talking to me about the show and her favorite characters, I feared I might not win the bet, and I was also in danger oflisteningto her. She was easy to talk to, but I didn’t want to forget why I was here, so I cut her off with a kiss. It was touch and go, if I was honest; she tried to stop me to tell me why some guy called Chandler was the best character. I simply pulled her against me and lay her back on the couch as I covered her with my body.
Thankfully, as I pressed into her, her hands twisted into my shirt, and I became the only thing she was interested in. She never stopped me when my hand slid up her thigh and under her dress. When my fingers slipped under the elastic of her panties, I felt her stiffen.
“I’ll stop.”
“No,” she protested weakly as her hand covered mine. “My roommate may come home. Let’s . . .” Her fingers tugged at mine. “We can go to my room.”
“You sure?”
“Yes,” she whispered before she reached up and caught my lips with hers in a soft kiss. “I’m sure.”
In her room, she became nervous again. “My bed,” she said pointlessly.
The room was so small that the only thing in it was a bed and a closet, with barely enough room for the closet door to open. “Well spotted,” I joked with her as I slipped her strap off her shoulder. “Can I?”
“Yes.”
With soft touches but firm hands, I took her dress and her bra off. Angel kicked off her shoes, and she lost her height.
“Where’d you go?” I teased her with a smile.
“You’re bigger than I thought,” she said, and then blushed as she realized what she said.
“On the bed, Angel,” I told her as I pulled my shirt over my head and unbuckled my belt. Taking my belt off, I rolled it and placed it on the bed as Angel sat down and leaned back to watch me, her legs hanging over the edge of the bed. “You like to watch?” I asked her as I unbuttoned my jeans.
“Not to sound like an idiot, but you’re hot. I mean, you know that, right?” Angel asked me as she kept her eyes trained on my hand, which unfastened the last button. Her tongue licked her bottom lip as she waited.
“I’m hot?” I asked as I pushed my hand into my jeans and took hold of my cock and gave it a stroke.
“Dude, don’t even try to be coy; you’re sexy and you know it.” Her attention was back on my jeans. “For us to do this, you need to take them off.”
With a grin and pleasantly surprised by her more assertive attitude, I pushed my jeans down.
“Holy . . .”
“Now who’s being cheesy?” I mocked as I stepped between her legs. Angel sat up, and with a questioning look at me as her hand reached out to touch me, I nodded, and she wrapped her hand around my cock.
“Don’t judge me,” she muttered just before her lips wrapped around the head, and she sucked me into her mouth.
My hand automatically wrapped in her hair, and I kept a gentle hold of her as she bobbed up and down on my cock. Her tongue licked and lapped at me as she kissed and sucked, and her small murmur of approval vibrated along my length as she took me deeper. Who knew the straightlaced vampireloved sucking cock? I wasn’t complaining, but it was definitely a surprise. My hand tightened in her hair, and I knew I was going to blow if I didn’t get her hot mouth off of me.
“Hmm, you’re doing so good,” I said as I pulled back.
“More.” Angel reached for me, and I caught her hand.
“My turn,” I said with a smile. “Stand up, get rid of the panties, lie back, and spread those legs.”
Angel’s face twisted with humor as she gave me a dry look. “Bossy much?”
