Page 148 of Wicked Angel
“Why not?”
I didn’t want to tell her about the conversation with her sister’s best friend, but it was still clinging to me, like the echoes of a bad dream. “Can you come again?”
She dropped her gaze. “Yeah. Um, probably.”
“Look at me.”
Her eyes found mine again. I leaned in and kissed her, slow and wet, sucking softly on her bottom lip. I slid my tongue languidly through her mouth, stroking hers.
“This is mine,” I told her, seized with a need to mark this. Watching her come, making her come, feeling her come…All mine.In her eyes, I saw the first flash of apprehension since she got in my car tonight, and clarified, “You don’t come for anyone but me, Angel. Your pleasure is mine.”
She let out a shuddery breath. Relieved, maybe, that the claim I was staking was only sexual. That I wasn’t asking for more than that.
At least, not out loud.
“Okay,” she agreed softly.
“I’m the only one who makes you come. When you need someone to touch you, to undress you, to suck on your pretty tits and play with your pussy, eat that sweet little clit, you come to me.” She shivered as I ran my finger down the center of her body, from between her breasts to just above her clit. “Anytime you need a dick to play with… you need to be teased… you need to beg for a come… you need to be driven to climax again and again until you can’t walk… you need a hard cock in your beautiful body… you need a good, hard fuck, Angeline, whatever you need, you come to me.”
“Okay. Yes. But… don’t you want to?” She glanced down at my cock, straining hard in my jeans. “Right now?”
“Yes, I want to.”
She watched me, looking disoriented as I helped her off the sink and helped her get dressed. I washed my hands, running them under ice-cold water, not looking at her for a minute so I could calm down enough to lose the erection, so we could go say our goodbyes.
“You’re not going to?” she asked behind me, sounding confused and maybe a little rejected.
“Not here,” I said. “Not now.” Then I kissed her so deeply she couldn’t possibly believe I was rejecting her in any way. I held her face and looked in her eyes. “But you want cock, Angeline, I’ve got all the cock you’ll ever need.”
“When we get home,” she whispered as we slipped out of the bathroom together.
But I didn’t answer. The things Summer said were still in my head, louder now that I didn’t have the distraction of pleasuring Angeline. And they were both intoxicating me and pissing me off.
You’ve got her wrapped around your finger, already. Or at least your…
And that other thing she said, which I knew was true, and all of Angeline’s friends knew, too.
She deserves better.
ChapterTwenty-Five
Angeline
On the drive home from the party, Johnny was quiet. Reserved.
He didn’t say much, just one word answers to my questions in a smooth, controlled voice.
I wasn’t sure if this was him pulling away, or… something else. Whatever it was, there was something on his mind, preoccupying him. Making him outwardly cool and tense.
I hoped it was his impatience to fuck me as soon as he got me home. But I wasn’t sure.
Lamar tailed us home, which I didn’t totally understand—why couldn’t he just drive with us to the party in the first place? But then I remembered: blowjob. I’d instigated it, sure. But that didn’t mean Johnny wasn’t anticipating something happening.
As both cars pulled into Johnny’s driveway, I glanced at Johnny, but his focus was on driving; he always seemed tense when he was behind the wheel. Now, I had no idea if any of that tension was about me or not.
I eyed Shayla’s house. The usual combo of lights were on, the ones that stayed on for security when she wasn’t home in the evening. I sent her a text, and by the time she replied we’d parked in the garage. Johnny was doing something on his phone anyway, so I read the text, then looked over at him. He was watching me.
“Shayla’s not home,” I told him. “She’s out with Larissa tonight.”
