Chapter Eight – Angela
Chapter Eight
Angela
There was a room in back, his room, I gathered, paneled in wood with a large bed and desk. Willa and I stood, nervously holding hands as he set the latch of the door—more for privacy than imprisonment, I hoped. The sounds of the bar outside were all muted to a dull roar.
“You get used to that,” he said, dismissing it. “I’m Gray. And you are?”
“Angela,” I said.
“Willa,” Willa responded, adding, “And she’s a virgin.”
I glared at her. “Thanks for ratting me out.”
“I didn’t want him to hurt you.”
Gray stood and walked over to loom. “Are you really?” he asked, as I went red again.
“Yeah,” I said with a nod.
“And you?” he asked Willa.
“Not so much anymore.” I knew all about Willa’s escapades with Boromir—his parents were huge Tolkien fans—in the back of ‘Boringmir’s’ car, until they’d broken up because he was too dull to stand.
“Well,” he said, giving us both an amused look. “Usually these things are more natural, and more liquor fueled, but I’ll take the honesty of youth any day. Come here, my slightly wiser Willa,” he said, leaning down.
He caught her head in his hands and I was forced to watch as he was kissing her mouth, the mouth I’d just tasted. Then he pulled up and looked at me. “How does that make you feel? Be honest.”
And for the first time in my life I admitted there was a dark drive inside me. “Hungry.”
He looked pleased at that. “For?”
I couldn’t explain it. All I knew was that all my life I’d felt left out, in the pursuit of some hollow perfection, trying to be the person my mother, my teachers, my pastor wanted me to be, instead of what I was. “Everything,” I answered truthfully.
He gave me a wicked grin. “Good,” he said, his voice low, and went back to kissing her.
Willa made small appreciative noises and wrapped her arms around his neck, stroking her hands up into his hair.
He pulled her body nearer, bending down, practically picking her up to make her fit him and she let him, curving her body against his like a snake.
Watching them together, all the lonely parts of my body ached, wondering when we would finally get touched, when would it be our turn to finally let go.
I reached up and pulled off my tank-top, throwing it aside, standing in my bra and shorts, hoping to draw him near.
My actions did not go unnoticed. Gray pulled up from her mouth and looked over at me, making a thoughtful sound and reached out for me as Willa made room.
I stepped over, hesitantly. Willa wrapped an arm around my waist as I reached for hers—I was safe with her, as long as she was here, she wouldn’t let anything bad happen to me—or at least anything bad would happen to us, together.
“Don’t be frightened,” Gray said, the corner of his lips lifting into a smirk. One of his hands went up into my hair and pulled my head back a little bit. He leaned forward and kissed, not my mouth, but my neck, from chin to earlobe—just like I could hear Willa doing to him on the other side.
I let go of her and ran my hands up his shoulders for balance, my fingers finding the leather of his vest slippery and cool.
One of his hands ran roughly down my side, stopping at my hips, finding purchase in the waistband of my shorts to pull me near.
I tilted my head, trying to find his mouth with mine—but he was kissing Willa instead—so I went for his neck, lips brushing against his golden stubble.
He twisted his head back to meet mine and finally found my mouth with his.
He was taller, stronger, and he knew what he wanted—his tongue pressed in, his lips spread mine, and it felt like I was being engulfed.
His tongue painted the inside of my mouth, kissing me deeply, stroking in and out, mirroring what I so wanted to happen later—my imagination went into overdrive, and when he rose up, I swooned. He chuckled, easily holding me.
“Ditch these,” he said, shaking my shorts. “And you—" he looked to Willa, who was already shucking off all her clothes.
I’d seen her in shared dressing rooms in the mall a thousand-thousand times.
But I’d never seen her like this—thought of her like this—before.
She was a little taller than I was, and intellectually I knew she was curvy and been appropriately jealous, but until now I’d never realized just how beautiful her curves could be.
I reached out for her and she walked forward, letting me put a fluttering hand on the belly of her breast and to stroke her nipple with my thumb.
Gray made a low satisfied sound in his throat and turned toward her, going down almost to a kneel, to kiss her other breast. She gasped as his lips met her skin and then moaned, looking over his head at me with dark eyes, as I stepped in to kiss her over him.
One of her hands rose up to hold me to her mouth, the other to pull him in, and I caught her next moan and felt it thrill through me, as his hair stroked against my stomach.
I felt a hand reach up behind me and set my bra free and him turn, shoving the fabric out of the way to kiss at my breast the way he had hers, and then the moans were mine.
This was—it was—finally happening to me. Not someone else. Not in a book or one of Willa’s stories.
There was a man—a man, not a boy—kissing me.
I moaned softly as the stubble of his chin grazed my ribs and his tongue rolled over my nipple.
Everything I’d ever done to it in the dark, in secret, could not compare.
That, plus Willa’s mouth, her soft lips pulling and pressing against my own, as our tongues matched one another—the low heat in my hips caught fire and started to burn.
I reached for the waistband of my shorts and undid all buttons quickly—and felt Gray’s hand helping me from the back to tug them off, and then cup my ass.
He rose between us suddenly, setting us apart, and began taking off layers of leather.
His vest he put on the back of his desk chair, and Willa’s hand found mine to hold, both of us content to watch him.
His shirt came off next—and we could see the extraordinary muscles in his arms and back bunch and fold as he tugged the t-shirt he was wearing underneath overhead, revealing wolf-themed tattoos across his back, then he turned toward us.
His chest was wide, his hips more narrow, and looking at the both of us, he hitched his thumbs into his belt.
I could see the outline of his hard-on through his jeans. Penises were mysterious things I’d only seen online. I knew what they were used for—and I wanted him to use me—but….
Gray’s eyes followed my expression and reached down, undoing his belt buckle. Willa’s hand squeezed mine and then let go, running over to him to help. He smiled at her eagerness, and I watched as she pulled his penis out, stroking it with her hand.
“You really never have seen one of these before?” he said, looking over at me, amusedly. Willa was going down to her knees in front of him.
I shook my head. Willa started lapping at it with her tongue.
Was that what you did in real life, not just porn?
He made another low sound, stroking through her hair with one hand, and with the other, grabbed the base of his penis, before looking directly at me.
“This is my cock, girl. And I’m going to fuck you so well with it that I ruin you for all other men. ”
I stood there, transfixed, equal parts scared and delighted and everything else, so I said the only thing I could think of: “Prove it to me.”
His smile stretched wolfishly, showing a row of even white teeth. “I will.”
Then he closed his eyes and leaned his head back, letting his jaw drop a little, under Willa’s ministrations. I came closer, close enough to watch her mouth take him in. She looked up and gave me a mischievous wink.
He, while extraordinarily hot and lust inducingly cocky, needed to be put in his place.
So I knelt down beside her, and the next time she pulled her head off his cock—a word I liked vastly better than penis—I caught her mouth with mine, instead.
My hands ran up her body, to touch both her breasts.
They were so perfect, I wanted to feel them forever—I wanted to feel all her soft places, one by one.
His cock bobbed nearby, and Willa stroked it with one hand, as I started stroking lower on her.
Gray laughed then reached down. With strength I didn’t know a man could possess, he grabbed us both up and tossed us on his bed.
We bounced apart, but found each other quickly again, mouth to mouth, chest to chest. Her leg slid between mine and I naturally started to grind on it—and behind her, I could see Gray removing the rest of his clothes.
When he was naked, I thought he’d join us, but instead he stretched out alongside us, watching us touch one another like a cat watched prey.
I was curious about him and all his promises—but Willa’s mouth was on my nipple and one of her hands was reaching inside my panties and I needed to know where it would go—then his hand reached in, pulling her chin up and away from me, back to him.
He kissed her as her hand stroked lower and my mouth found her breast and her other hand found his cock and—he pulled it away to pull a condom on.
Oh God. We were really doing this.
My legs squeezed together in excited fear just as Willa tried to push a finger inside.
Instead her fingers found my spot, the one romance novels had guided me toward in tenth grade, where I knew to rub until my body roared—I trembled at her hand there, and at the thought of finally making my fever dreams come true.