Chapter Forty-Three #2
Closing my eyes, I drop my forehead to his, attempting to compose myself. But it’s difficult. I just can’t get myself right when it comes to him.
I’m fresh out of control over myself. It all belongs to Angel Alvarez.
Brushing my fingers through his silky locks, I take a moment to marvel at his beauty and how he has me wrapped around his little finger. And without a word, I unbuckle his cuffs and slip them off his wrists.
His expression is one of momentary surprise, though it’s swept up in lust-filled relief.
The first thing he does is grasp my jaw, and whisper, “That’s better.” And then he kisses me, less urgent, but still starved. Like a slow, tantalizing feast.
It’s just what I need right now, honestly. To quell the fury.
Wow… close call. But against all odds, I managed to not lose my goddamn shit.
Sucking off my lips with a satisfied hum, he blinks down at me from where he’s straddling my hips. He appears equally beguiled by this fever between us.
He’s a good distraction, that’s for sure. Suppressing the jealous rage worked for now, but I’ll only be able to restrain myself for so long. Looking up at his precious face, feeling this firm, supple body that belongs to me, I know with infallible certainty it’s only a matter of time…
Sooner or later, heads will fucking roll.
“Now that I’m free, there’s something I have to do,” he murmurs, and I cock my head curiously.
He shifts on my lap, not getting off, but repositioning so that he’s sideways. Then he grabs the plate of dessert and forks a giant bite of cake, shoveling it into his mouth.
His eyes roll back in his head, and he groans. “Dear God, that is so good…”
A bubble of laughter shakes me almost as much as the way I am seriously obsessed with this kid right now.
“Why are you too cute for real life?” I graze his hips with tender touches while he mows down the cake.
“I was born this way.” He shows me a cheeky grin I’d love to kiss off.
Even more now that it takes like dulce de leche.
“You were a pretty cute kid.” I nuzzle behind his ear, pausing when I realize what I just said. “Is that weird?”
He nods. “Mhm. Very.” The smile he’s trying to smother betrays him, though.
“You mean it doesn’t turn you on to be sleeping with someone who knew you when you were a baby?” I tease, and he purses his sugary lips.
“More than it turns me on to be sleeping with the man who killed my family…?” He sets the cake down and returns to straddling me.
Like a reflex, my hands go to his ass, and he purrs, fingers sifting into my hair.
“Admit it… The reason you didn’t kill me was because you were hoping I’d come find you as an adult. Make it a fair fight.”
“Oh, baby bird, this is hardly a fair fight,” I croon, pulling him down so he can feel my erection between his thighs.
He hums, “You’re right. I’ve got twenty years on you, old man.” He brushes his smirk over mine. “I could probably just fuck you to death.”
“Sounds like the best way to go.” I lash his lower lip with my tongue, and he shudders.
“Fuck me, Diablo,” he whines, tugging my head back by my hair, trailing soft kisses from my lips, down my throat.
I’m fucking losing it with the way he’s sort of taking control of me… Brazen thing that he is.
If this is what I was preventing with the cuffs, I definitely made the right call removing them.
“I’ve been craving it all day like a junkie,” he breathes. “Last night was… mmsoofuckinghot.”
I’m fucking panting already, gripping his ass hard in two handfuls. “Baby, I’ve been dreaming of you… and that tight, wet, hot fucking cunt.”
He whimpers. “Since before last night?” He sucks and nips the words onto my neck.
“Since the first time I saw you,” I hum. “All grown up, on your knees… with your perfect mouth full of cock.”
“Did you like it?” He croons, and I can feel his grin on my flesh.
He obviously knows the answer.
“I absolutely fucking hated it,” I snarl, and he chuckles. “Mine is the only dick that touches you, sweet thing. Hopefully you’ve learned that by now…”
“Trust me, I would much rather have been sucking on your big, juicy dick, Daddy.” He plays with the buckle of my belt.
“Well, it’s here now,” I rumble.
Angel grins. “You’re right.” Then he slithers onto the floor.
Kneeling between my parted legs, he pushes them open wider, and I exhale swiftly.
He peeks up at me. “Can I please taste your big, thick cock, Diablo?”
My head slants, eyeing him deviously down there. “You can do whatever you want to my big thick cock, baby love.”
Biting off a smirk, he turns to grab my drink, taking a sip before handing it to me. I can’t hide the utter satisfaction of sipping scotch and watching him open my pants eagerly, wasting no time dropping that perfect fucking mouth onto my dick.
Servicing my cock while I sit back and drink. Getting me far higher than any booze ever could.
After only a couple of minutes, my head is tipped back, and I’m groaning, fisting his hair. “That’s it, love. Buen, baby… Suck on this big dick, nice ’n deep. Gulp it back, just like… uhh like that.”
Sweating, I’m getting all worked up, when he pops off.
I whine, “Don’t stop.”
Angel chuckles, standing up. “But, baby, you didn’t get to have any dessert.”
I purse my lips. “You stopped head so I could try the cake?”
He picks up the plate and scoops a bite onto the fork. “It’s so good. I promise, you’ll love it.”
He extends the fork out for me, and I can’t even help the way I’m thrumming inside like a live wire. He’s feeding me now…
This is something I did not expect. But it’s teeming an even darker hunger in me.
Gazing up at him, where he’s standing above me, holding out some rich sugary decadence that just so happens to be about waist-high…
God, so fucking hot.
Parting my lips, he stuffs it in, and I take the bite he’s feeding me with a grunt.
Oh fuck yea…
“You like the taste…?” The sinful innocence in his tone is just as delicious as the creamy confection in my mouth.
Swallowing it down, I lick my lip. “Me encanta.” He bites his. “Will you feed me more, pajarito?”
His green eyes shimmer as he whispers, “Only if you ask nicely.”
My lashes flutter in a heavy blink accompanied by a soft, breathy sound and a visible jerk from my exposed erection. I am so beyond turned on, at this point I could get off just sitting here with him teasing me and looking down at me like that.
“Please, beautiful,” I beg, chest rising and falling rapidly. “Please, can I have some of your sugar, my baby love?”
“I suppose you can have what you want…” He forks another bite of cake into my mouth, and I groan around it. “Just remember who feeds you, Daddy…”
Throbbing and swallowing, I nod when he pulls back. “Sexy fucking Angel…” I peek up at him. “You own me. I’m yours to play with, baby. However you want.”
“The little bird has control over the devil…?”
“Mhm…”
Leaning down, he grasps my jaw, kissing me soft, but deep, tongue sliding in to lap at mine. “Dios… Papi, you taste so sweet. I thought you were supposed to be evil…”
“I’ll be whatever you want me to be,” I purr onto his lips, shackled to him.
Fiending so hard that when he pulls away, I whimper because fuck… He’s got me hypnotized. My head is spinning.
Angel sets down the plate, picking up my glass. “Open,” he whispers a command, parting his lips to show me what he wants.
I do as he says, without even a shred of thought. He holds my throat with one hand while using the other to pour liquor into my mouth, like I’ve been doing to him all night. He squeezes my throat as I swallow, and a burn spreads from my loins up my chest, far stronger than that of the booze.
“Fuck me, this is hot,” he mewls, setting the glass on the table.
Then he runs shaky fingers over the visible outline of him, begging to be set free.
I swallow hard, just watching with greedy eyes. Fingertips digging into the couch at my sides, out of breath from how thoroughly this is winding me up.
I want it.
I want all of it. Every last bit of him.
“Angel…” I hum his name like a prayer. The bodysuit is form-fitting enough that I can see the entire shape of his dick, and it’s… “Fucking perfect.”
My mouth is watering.
Our eyes are melded, never wavering in their contact. He looks just as high as I am, chest jumping, lips parted as he breathes ragged anticipation.
But tonight, the one thing I’m not seeing is any uncertainty where his body is concerned. He’s a bit jittery, but with arousal more than nerves as he slips his arms free from the suit.
Sliding it down slowly, he reveals his beautiful body like an unveiling. I’m thrumming because I’ve never actually seen him completely naked, and usually, where eating him is concerned, it’s through the clothes, for the most part.
But this time, he’s exposing himself to me, and I’m as appreciative as I am turned the fuck on. Once the material gets below his waist, he allows himself to bob free.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I whisper a groan, eyes now stuck on this purely beautiful part of him. Just as beautiful as the rest.
Long, and thick, but not too much. Perfectly proportionate, and yet almost too big for his slender frame. I’m not surprised. There’s something about tall, slim guys…
We always have huge dicks.
But Angel’s isn’t a fat, meaty cock. It’s a work of art. Pink and velvety soft, smooth flesh covering stone like a marble carving. With the skin stretched enough to expose that rosy tip.
I know technically I’ve seen it before. But honestly, in that moment, I wasn’t focused on it. When I was eating Ari out, I wasn’t thinking about a dick. I was licking her pussy.
Now, Angel is showing me his big, beautiful erection, because it’s what he wants.
He wants me to…
“Tu quieres…” I peek up at him. “My… mouth?”
He shifts his hips until it almost smacks me in the face. “Your throat, Daddy.”