Chapter 5 Angelo
ANGELO
I’ve never seen that look in Izzy’s eyes before. Part fear, somewhat aroused. The same look is on the face of every woman in the room.
James walks into the room first, striding toward his wife with his shoulders pushed back and a smirk moving across his lips. “You couldn’t stay away, could you, sweetheart?”
My eyes search the darkened room, seeking out my bride-to-be. Tilly’s standing by the window, one hand on the glass with her head tilted down, staring at the floor. Her shoulders are bunched up near her ears like she’s trying to recoil inside herself or ashamed to be caught.
Is that what we did? Caught them doing something they shouldn’t?
I take a few steps, closing the space between us until my front is pressed to her back. “Baby,” I whisper in her ear, brushing my lips against her hair. “Are you okay?”
Tilly’s no prude and neither am I, but this…the public area below us with naked bodies and sex on full display is more than either of us has experienced or is used to seeing.
To my surprise, Tilly melts into me, her head falling back. “Yes,” she whispers so softly, I almost don’t hear the words.
But the thing I do hear is lust. The low huskiness in her voice that only comes in the moments when she’s in my arms, begging for my touch without actually saying the words.
One of my hands moves to her lush hips, holding her tightly as my lips find the delicate skin of her ear. “Did you miss me?” I ask, fishing and suddenly feeling surprisingly needy.
“So much.” She turns her face enough to give me her warm, soft mouth.
I take her lips with mine, sliding one hand up her arm until I cradle her small face in my palm. Her soft tongue slides across my bottom lip, and a low moan builds in the back of my throat before escaping.
My girl is turned on. She’s downright needy with the way she’s kissing me, hard and forceful like we’ve been apart for weeks instead of hours.
Deepening the kiss, I slide my tongue between her lips and claim her mouth with my own. My hand on her hip moves forward, resting on her lower stomach before I flatten my palm and spread out my fingers so they’re touching the top of her panties.
She rocks her ass into me, rubbing her soft cheeks against my already growing cock.
Fuck.
This was supposed to be her night to unwind, let go, and have some girl time, but with the way she is now… I’m not letting her out of my sight until she’s sated.
“Um, would you two like a private room?” Daphne asks, and I stiffen because I’d forgotten we weren’t alone.
Tilly seems to be in a trance. Not even my sister’s words pull her away from my mouth, not giving me a chance to answer. My hands are full, busy on Tilly’s body and so close to her pussy, they’re itching to be inside.
“I guess that answers that,” someone says, but I don’t know who, and I don’t care enough to stop to find out either.
“Let’s leave them and have a drink downstairs. They can have the room,” James says.
I’d stop and thank him, but my hands and mouth are too busy on my girl to bother. Tilly’s kiss deepens, pulling me further away from the people around us and into her.
“The room is completely private. Enjoy yourselves,” James whispers in my ear before the door opens and silence fills the room.
Tilly’s lips haven’t left mine. Her ass is still pressed against my cock, slowly moving from side to side, driving me wild with need. My fingers inch lower, sliding under the hem of her skirt and slipping underneath.
Her legs tremble as I rake my fingertips up the inside of her thigh. When I find the edge of her panties, tracing the lacy edges whisper-softly, she moans my name and spreads her legs. My girl is beyond turned on; she’s practically panting with need and begging for my touch.
Her teeth nip at my bottom lip, and my dick leaps from the sweet sting of her bite.
I slide my fingers inside her panties, across her slick skin, and she shudders.
She’s so needy. More turned on than I’ve ever seen her and I know it’s not only me that made her this way, but watching other people fucking.
I don’t give two flying fucks what has her shaking with need, moaning my name, and pushing her pussy against my fingers, asking to be filled. All I care about is that I’m here with my girl, ready to take her and please her any way possible.
She’s practically dripping with need, and I easily glide my fingers across her soft skin, sliding inside her needy pussy, and filling her. Her knees buckle and she starts to fall, but I take her weight, moving my hand from her face to around her waist.
I press my palm against her clit, stroking her with each thrust of my fingers inside her. She gasps, driving her tongue deeper into my mouth with each push of my fingers, and I’m so turned on, all I want to do is rip her clothes off, bend her over something, and fuck her brains out.
I pull away, breaking our kiss. “Watch, baby,” I tell her, my eyes moving from her beautiful face to the public area below.
“I can’t,” she whispers as my fingers still inside her pussy, and my grip on her mound tightens.
“You can. I want you to watch them as I finger-fuck you and make you come.”
She looks toward the glass and back to me, eyes wide and glassy. “It doesn’t bother you?”
“Does it feel like it bothers me?” I push my hard-on against her soft ass, driving my point home, and tip my chin toward the public area. “Look at the pleasure in their eyes. It’s like the pleasure I see in yours.”
Her lips part and her gaze moves away from me and back to the scene before us. She swallows and sucks in a harsh breath as I begin to move my fingers inside her again.
“No one can see us,” I tell her, wanting her not to panic as I bring her back to the world around us. “Just watch and feel everything. We’re not leaving this room until you come on my fingers, baby.”
She gasps as I push my fingers deeper, curling them inside her tightness, and finding her G-spot. I’m not watching the people in the room. I’m too transfixed by the woman in my arms and the look of lust and pleasure dancing across her features.
Tilly’s eyes are fixed on the couple at the cross, the girl being finger-fucked from behind instead of the front like Tilly. The woman’s ass is streaked with red, head tipped backward with her mouth hanging open as the guy drives his fingers into her at a pace I’m not sure I could ever replicate.
I slide my hand away from Tilly’s waist, moving it to her breast, toying with her nipple through the thin fabric of her dress.
She moans again, this time louder as she arches her back, moving her breasts into my touch.
God, I love this woman. I love everything about her.
She has the ability to seem so pure and innocent, but there’s an insatiable sexual beast underneath that’s slowly breaking free.
Her panties are too much, a distraction I don’t need in this moment when she’s so close to coming. As soon as my fingers leave her body, she whimpers and writhes against me.
“Quiet, baby,” I assure her as I wrap my fingers around the thin cloth before tearing them away from her skin, leaving no barriers between us.
Her mouth opens to say something, but whatever’s on her tongue disappears as soon as my hand is between her legs again.
She comes quickly, head on my shoulder, rocking her hips into my palm as her body shakes and her pussy convulses around my fingers.
She’s beautiful like this, with her cheeks pink, her stare unfocused, and her body humming with pleasure.
I plan to spend my life giving this to her, making it my sole purpose to bring her happiness in every form and way possible.
She moves slowly, turning in my arms with hooded eyes and dilated pupils. “I love you,” she whispers against my mouth before sealing her lips to mine.
But her lips fall away as she slides down my body, kneeling in front of me. She works quickly, unfastening my jeans before palming my hard cock between her warm, thin fingers. “I need to taste you.”
I tangle my fingers in her hair as she pulls my cock from my pants, not bothering to pull them down. She’s like a hungry animal as she closes her lips around the tip, moaning as she sucks me deeper.
I can’t stop myself. I rock my hips forward, following the silky warmth of her mouth. My eyes aren’t focused on the people outside the glass, but on my girl sucking me deep and stroking me with such skill, I know I can’t last.
Within minutes, the familiar tingle claws at my spine and my muscles lock before she sucks down everything I have to give. My head’s spinning as I gasp for air, trying to regain what little composure I had before she knelt before me.
I move my hand to her chin, forcing her eyes upward to meet mine. “I love you, sweetheart,” I say softly, but I leave no doubt my words are true.
She smiles up at me with so much joy, I can barely remember there was ever sadness in those same eyes. “You’re not mad?” she asks, gaze dropping again.
I trace the line of her jaw with my thumb, sweeping close to her pouty bottom lip. “How can I ever be mad at you? Why would I be mad at you?”
“For that.” She motions toward the glass with her head, but her eyes are on me.
I shake my head, smirking at my girl. “Never. I’m just glad I was here.” Jesus, am I fucking happy we came when we did, no pun intended.
“It’s so…” Her voice trails off for a moment, but I don’t stop smiling, wanting her to feel comfortable to share anything and everything with me. “…naughty.”
I slip my hands under her arms, cradling her sides as I pull her up so we’re face-to-face. “There’s nothing naughty about sex, even watching other people have sex, baby.”
“Have you?”
“What? Watched people before?” I finish her question because the words seem to get trapped somewhere in the back of her throat.
She nods, and I shake my head.
“I haven’t before now, but I may have to change that if it turns you on.”
“Were you turned on?” She pokes her tongue out and sweeps it across her bottom lip, driving me wild.
“Didn’t you feel how turned on I was?” I raise an eyebrow.
She laughs. “It is hot.”
I stare into her eyes, losing myself in their green depths. “Watching you watch them and seeing how turned on you were is enough to drive any man crazy.”
She looks around the room as I stroke the underside of her ass cheek, loving the softness against my rough skin. “Where did everyone go?”
I shrug and lean forward, pressing my lips to her neck. “Don’t much fucking care,” I murmur against her skin and press my erection into her stomach. “I’m not done with you yet, sweetheart.”
Her breath hitches, and I know my girl isn’t done with me yet either.