Page 150 of Wicked Angel
“Oh, he’s impressed with his own talents.”
He licked his bottom lip slowly. “Not nearly as impressed as you are.” The blunt had expired and I watched as he flicked what was left of it into the bushes. But he still didn’t make a move.
Then he said, “Come with me,” in a commanding tone. Soft but dominant… The pang of desire through my body was immediate, and when he turned for me to follow, reaching to touch my hand with his, the electricity where our fingers met made my heart leap.
I followed as he held my hand loosely and led me toward the back of his house. Then up the exterior stairs to the patio off his bedroom.
Along the way, he said nothing.
But he did stop after a few stairs to peel off my shirt. And my bra. Then he made me walk in front of him, as I felt the heat of his gaze all over me. A few steps later, he sat me down on a stair to take off my shoes. A few more steps and he stopped us to peel off my jeans. By the time we reached the patio up top, I was shaking with desire and anticipation.
He slipped a hand around my waist, stopping me. He pressed up against me from behind, his heat consuming me as his body connected with mine. His hard cock pressed against my ass. His warm breath and his lips teased my neck. “Panties off, Angel.”
Then he stood back, presumably to watch me obey that command.
I did, slipping off my last item of clothing.
When I turned to see where he’d gone, he was standing back near the railing, the dark night sky spread moodily above him. His eyes were on mine. “Now take off my clothes.”
I did as he told me to, as he watched me under hooded eyes. He didn’t help at all, except to step out of his jeans and boxer briefs when I needed him to. His words kept replaying in my head, intoxicating me like a delicious drug, making my whole body thud with anticipation.Your pleasure is more important.
When he was naked before me, I ran my hands greedily down his muscled chest and abs. When I looked at his hard cock, my mouth watered.
“Did I say you could touch?” That same low, soft, dominant tone came at me, sending a prickle down my spine, and I took my hands back.
“Um… no?”
He flicked his chin toward the lounge chair next to us. “Get down on all fours, Angeline.”
I swallowed thickly—pure, drooling lust—as arousal coursed through me. I got on my knees on the long, padded lounge chair. As I dropped forward onto my hands, I felt Johnny walking slowly around me, barefoot and silent. I thought I felt him stop behind me and the heat of his gaze warming my skin.
The next command came just as softly, yet just as impossible to refuse. “On your elbows.”
I complied, feeling utterly naked, utterly sexual, as he prowled around me. Watching.
“Wh-what are you doing?” My voice wavered, soft in the night.
“Figuring out what you like.”
I laughed nervously, a breathless sound that totally gave me away. “You already know what I like.”
“I know some things you like,” he corrected me. “I want to know all. Spread your knees.” His warm hand landed gently but possessively on my ass, then smoothed upwards to my waist. My body responded automatically, my back arching, tipping my ass up like an offering, as I obeyed and spread my knees.
My body shook, which was the only thing that actually kind of embarrassed me. That lack of control over myself. But I couldn’t help it. I felt lightheaded, in the best way. I wasn’t sure I’d ever been as turned on as I was with Johnny O’Reilly ordering me to get down on all fours naked in front of him, right out on his patio with the night air all over my skin, while he contemplated fucking me.
I fucking hoped that’s what he was contemplating.
“Maybe smoking that pot wasn’t such a good idea,” I teased nervously, wondering if he knew how long he was making me wait. If I’d just smoked a whole blunt to myself, I’d be reeling, lose all track of time.
But he seemed to have no such problem with focus. His second hand deliberately joined the first, gently squeezing my waist as he moved in close. I peeked back to see him standing behind me, straddling the lounge chair.
“Head down,” he commanded smoothly.
I rested my head on my forearms, sucking in a breath as I braced for his possession. Would it be fast? Hard? Slow and teasing…?
After a long, breathless moment, he said, “Breathe, Angel.”
I released the breath I’d been holding, and as I relaxed, I felt the head of his cock at my entrance. Sweet longing gripped me when he hesitated, making me wait again.
