Page 20 of His Vivacious Angel
“Oh, you think you’re smart, do you?” With Bailey being so much taller than me, often playing monkey with my toys when we were kids, I’ve learned plenty of ways to get what I want. Forest doesn’t see it coming when I simultaneously jam the fingers on my left hand into his armpit to tickle him, and grip his hair with my right hand, yanking his head down by his roots.
“Let go,” he squeals, laughing between grunts of pain as I tug on his thick but silky strands. He loses his grip on his phone, which goes skating across the floor.
“Ha!” I make a mad dash for it, but as soon as I bend and get my fingers around it, Forest grabs me around thewaist, hoisting me up and away. I buck and kick my feet in the air until he drops me. The moment he goes for his phone, diving on top of it, I jump on his back. It’s a mad tussle, the phone repeatedly getting knocked away.
I end up on my stomach, trying to army crawl out from under his big body, when he gives me a taste of my own medicine, tickling me. “Dammit, Forest!” I hate being tickled, but, of course, it makes me laugh uncontrollably, which only pisses me off further. I brace my hands on the floor and shove upward, knocking him off my back, then lunge for the phone again, which has slid into the kitchen. As soon as I have it, I whirl to Forest, who’s crawling across the floor as he tries to get up. I growl, shove him backward, and sit on his chest. Caging his arms in between my knees, I quickly press his phone against his face so the Face ID will unlock it.
Forest stops fighting, his lips parted, breathing hard, pupils blown wide. “Angel,” he says with a raspy voice.
“I’m not an angel,” I whisper as my pulse sprints instead of slowing after our scuffle, forgetting the phone. “You know that better than anyone.”
The corner of his mouth turns down. “At work, maybe. But here, with the kids, you are. You can’t help it. It’s in your nature.”
“That’s different. Kids are innocent. Men are not,” I say.
I learned that lesson the night one of my closest male friends, Tobias—or rather, the man who was lying in wait, pretending to be my friend—confessed he was in love with me after walking me home from study group. When I told him I wasn’t interested in a romantic relationship, he got in my face and called me a “fat, ugly bitch” who should know how “lucky” I was that a “nice guy” like him would ever pay attention to me. It was dark, and we were the only two people around. I’d never been more scared to be alone with a man. I tried to run inside my dorm building, but he grabbed myelbow and yanked me to the side toward the bushes, leaving bruises on my arm. He didn’t expect me to put up a fight. I clawed his face, then punched his throat so hard that he choked and fell backward, cracking his head on the sidewalk. He’s the very reason why I don’t go anywhere without my bear spray.
I shudder and brace my hands on Forest’s shoulders, the heated tension in the air breaking, intending to finally,finally,get off of him…but that’s as far as I get. I can’t move, completely arrested by his expression—the same one he’s given me since I first walked into his house last weekend.
Forest gulps and says quietly, his voice husky, “I’ve seen enough to know that you are an angel, even if you try to hide it behind all your smartass remarks.” He inhales deeply through his nose, and I stop breathing. Forest lightly slides his hands up the backs of my thighs, where my dress has ridden up to my hips. When I don’t stop him—why haven’t I stopped him?—he moves his hands farther up to cup my bare asscheeks with a groan, jerking me forward so that his chin brushes my thong. “I also know that if you don’t get up right now, I’ll beg you to ride my face while I eat your angel pussy.”
I gasp, and my hands slip off his shoulders. Flattening my palms on the floor so I don’t faceplant into the tile, my mind spins, becausewhat the fuck?How did we get here? And most importantly, why can’t I think straight and run far, far away?
“Oh, fuck, angel,” he says. “You didn’t get up.” Forest rips my thong to the side from behind, lifts me by a few inches, and slides his tongue between my pussy lips.
I’ve never felt anything like it, and I clench my thighs with a little squeal when Forest hooks his arms around my thighs, crushing my lower half to his face so he can explore more of me. “Forest, yes!” My elbows buckle at the bizarre sensation, his breath hot when he exhales against me. I have to brace myself on one forearm and shove my fist into my mouth tocut off the high-pitched moan bursting out of me when he pushes past my entrance and thrusts his wet tongue inside me.
Oh god, I’ve been missing out all these years! I might be inexperienced with anything other than my vibrator, but that doesn’t mean I’m sheltered, and I’m not going to be a passenger the first time I allow a man to touch me. I widen my knees and reach between my legs to grip Forest’s hair, then rock my hips experimentally.
Forest yells something beneath me, his fingers digging deeper into my thighs. Figuring I must be suffocating him, I lift my ass maybe an inch to give him some breathing room.
“No!” He jerks me back down, thrusting his tongue as deep as it will go.
My eyes roll back in my head as I take him for a ride, twisting my hips until I find just the right angle that has pleasure building rapidly in my core, my pussy pulsing with heat and desire. I tug his hair when he moves his head too far to the side, and he immediately reverts to where I want him.
“Right there,” I say with a breathy moan, loosening my tight hold on his hair to instead slip my fingers through his strands. “Don’t stop, baby. Just like that.”
Though muffled, I hear his whimpers, and he loosens his grip on my thighs, sliding his hands over my ass and back down again.
With one of his fingers pushing past my entrance, now massaging my clit with his tongue, the heat in my belly grows exponentially, traveling out from my torso and down my limbs. My body tenses, my toes curl, then all of a sudden, my body lets go, my release gushing out of me. An orgasm has never been this good before, and I have to sink my teeth into my lower lip to keep from screaming my boss’s name. My pussy twitches with each shockwave of pleasure, and sweat rolls down my spine when I shakily straighten and walk my knees backward to sit lower on Forest’s stomach.
The man gasps for breath, his chest heaving up and down, his shirt dampening beneath me. “You’re a squirter,” he says with his pupils blown wide.
That’s news to me, and it explains why my thighs and his face are so wet. I grimace. “Sorry.”
“Don’t ever apologize for that. So hot.”
“Yeah?” I comb back his messy hair from his forehead, my mouth dry from all my panting and moaning and begging him to keep goingjust like that, baby.Other than when Bryce, a study buddy in college, called me “Sunshine”, I’ve always hated sickly sweet pet names—so where did that come from? I eye Forest with some concern. “I didn’t give you permanent brain damage from cutting off your oxygen, did I?”
He shakes his head, air sawing in and out of his lungs as he lightly caresses my skin with the tips of his fingers.
“Good. Now do it again.” I scramble up and hop on his face, much to his pleasure, if his enthusiasm is anything to go by.
Talk about awkward. The minute I come down from my second orgasm, there’s a pounding on the front door. Forest’s discarded phone screen brightens with a notification from the doorbell camera, complete with a tiny snapshot of my dad waiting on the stoop.
“I’m so fired,” Forest whispers harshly, scrubbing his face with his hands, jerking them away. I watch in horrified fascination when he cups his palms over his nose and mouth, inhaling my scent deeply.
“You’re such a freak,” I say with the shake of my head, then bolt for my tote bag and sandals. Tugging the hem of my dress down, my inner thighs are sore as they rub together witheach step. What an epic start to my wild oats phase, fucking and squirting in my boss’ face, on his kitchen floor.
