Chapter Twenty-Five-Giselle
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE-GISELLE
A fter spending an entire day doing my sisters’ and her asshole boyfriend’s laundry, cleaning the mess they made of the bathroom and common rooms, I finally leave them with a pot of homemade soup and all the over-the-counter medicine I could find.
“Ready, Miss Vega? The boss is waiting for you,” Banks, one of my new plethora of bodyguards asks me as I gather my things.
“Yeah, we can go,” I tell him.
Resa and Dan were inside the bedroom, sick as dogs, so they only saw one of the guys come inside with me.
“Oh my God, are you dating like a politician or a rap star or something?” Resa asked.
Of course, I didn’t explain a thing to her.
What could I say, really?
My boyfriend, who I’m not really sure if he is actually my boyfriend because we don’t use labels even though I am living with him, is involved with one of the most powerful criminal organizations on the eastern seaboard?
No biggie.
I roll my eyes. But I didn’t have to explain. I gave her and Dan some electrolyte infused water and a couple of cold and flu tablets and they fell asleep within minutes.
The cleaning part I did on my own. Just thinking about our parents seeing that mess made me cringe.
They won’t be returning to New Jersey for a couple of months yet, but still. I plan on having a talk with Resa when she is feeling better about all this.
I tuck it away for now.
When I get back to the apartment, I see Angel feeding Buffy a plump mouse, and I have to fight not to shiver.
It’s just nature, and the snake is only doing what snakes do.
“Koukla,” Angel murmurs the nickname he has for me.
He dips his head towards the kitchen, and I follow him inside, where he washes his hands.
“How’s your sister?” he asks.
“Oh, she is sick as a dog, but she’ll be fine,” I tell him, and I’m ridiculously pleased he asked.
He dries his hands. Next, he’s reaching for me, and I go to him willingly.
“Kiss me, Koukla. Make my day better,” he tells me, and I feel so warm all over.
I do as he asks. I kiss him, and I hope he feels even half of what I do.
“That’s my girl,” he whispers, dropping another kiss on my lips before leaning back.
“Hungry?”
“A little,” I tell him. “I made a chicken salad with the meat from the soup. We can do sandwiches if you want.”
“Sounds perfect.”
We make our simple dinner side by side and Angel puts together a tomato and cucumber salad with veggies from Luc’s garden to go with it.
To say I am shocked that Luc has a garden is an understatement, but the salad tastes wonderful, so I keep those thoughts to myself.
“I’ll take care of the dishes. Why don’t you take a bath and relax?”
A bath does sound amazing, so I don’t fight him on that. I just go.
My eyes are closed, and I’m leaning back in the enormous tub when I hear the door open.
Angel is standing there, and he’s staring at me like I am the best thing he’s ever seen. The water is clear.
I didn’t use any bubbles or anything, and the lights are on, so I know he can see everything. Typically, I’d be covering up or yelling if anyone walked in on me naked. But with him, I don’t feel self-conscious.
All I feel is anticipation. And I am right to feel that because Angel is coming closer.
He’s taking off his clothes as he walks, and it’s like my own private male revue.
I sit up, and my chest is rising and falling with the increased pace of my breathing.
Holy shit.
He is so beautiful.
“Beautiful? I think that might be a new one,” he says and grins, shucking off his pants.
The black boxer briefs can barely contain his hard cock, and I lick my lips.
Angel’s physique is beyond impressive. He’s six and a half feet tall, but even without all that extra height, there is the fact he has more muscles than any man I’ve ever seen in person.
His entire body is covered in ink, except for his chest. The thick, scrolling artwork is expertly done. So sexy. I never know what to look at first.
Next, he’s bending down, his eyes on my tits as he removes his boxers.
Holy. Fuck.
His dick is thick and long and there’s a drop of precum forming at the tip of his mushroomed head.
I know what I want. But I’ve never done this with him before. And I don’t know how to tell him.
“See something you like, Little Doll?”
I nod and Angel fists his cock. He walks to the edge of the tub, and I am already on my knees, practically drooling for him.
“Fuck, Koukla. Are you sure? You want to give me your mouth?”
“Yes, oh yes, I am sure,” I say.
Then I close my hand over his, and I tug him forward by his dick.
I place my lips around him, and I moan as I finally get a taste of my Viper.
“Fuck. Your mouth is so hot, Sisi. You feel so fucking good.”
I take him deep as I can and tears sting my eyes as I gag. He is so big, I can’t help it.
I look up, expecting him to be upset or something, but he’s not. He looks, damn, he looks like he is holding on by a thread.
“That’s it. Relax that throat, Koukla. Take me deeper. I know you can,” he encourages me.
His big hands cup my face, and I do as he says. I relax. Angel moans loudly, flexing his hips and sliding that big dick down farther.
I scrape my teeth against his velvety skin, and he hisses. He pulls out, waiting for my nod, and I blink as more tears fall.
“Again,” I say, and I open wide.
“Fuck. Yesss,” he hisses, and this time I get him about three quarters of the way down.
I lick and suck and scrape as I use my mouth on him, and he, well he seems to like it.
His hands tighten in my hair as he rocks his hips.
“Shit. So good. I’m gonna come soon,” he tells me and tries to move me off him.
But I don’t let him.
“Koukla, you can stop now,” he says, but he’s groaning.
I like the sound of it. I like that I’m the reason he’s making those sounds.
I can stop now. But I won’t.
I want him too badly. Want him to lose control like he makes me every time he touches me.
My pussy throbs and I snake one hand down my belly, Angel’s eyes go wide as he watches. His growl is back, and it’s like the vibrations are going straight to my core.
“Goddamn. You gonna touch yourself while you suck my dick? You’re so turned on with your mouth on my cock you can’t wait for it, can you?”
Angel moans and grunts, and now he’s the one fucking my mouth.
I rub my clit in circles beneath the warm bath water, my sex so needy I can’t even think straight.
He pushes my head down harder and pulls out, leaving just the tip inside my mouth. Angel shouts, his whole body is going stiff, and I rub myself faster.
I am so damn needy, but I can’t seem to get there. I want to scream my frustration, but my mouth is full of dick, so I can’t.
I’m stuck. Floating, just hovering really, right on the edge of carnal bliss.
Then I feel something warm inside my mouth and the second I feel it hit the back of my throat, finally , I start to come.
“Fuck, Koukla, are you squirting for me?” Angel growls and his question makes me drop my gaze to the floor, where his is currently pinned.
Pleasure roars through my veins, and yeah, it’s all over the floor, too.
“Goddamn it, you are so fucking sexy. Gonna make you do that again. This time all over my face.”
His words are so filthy, but they make me feel so damn sexy.
And he makes good on his promise.
Angel sits me on the edge of the tub and he licks into my cunt until I squirt again. He makes me come so hard, it drips down his chin.
And it’s even better than I hoped for.