14. Angelica
14
ANGELICA
“ T ouch her and die.” Is all I hear before Max is pulled from the truck and pushed up against the side, his face pressed against the window.
“Don’t hurt him,” I scream as I scramble out of the passenger seat and round the 4x4. “He was just giving me a ride home.”
“Yeah, I bet he was.” Sawyer’s jaw clenches, his eyes filled with rage like a fiery liquid ready to erupt.
I’m surprised he hasn’t burst a blood vessel with how angry he is.
“It’s true, man,” Max says, his face squashed against the window.
“Sawyer, let him go.” I tug on his arm, practically swinging on it, but the strength of this man is unyielding. “Please, Sawyer, just take me home.”
His eyes soften at my pleas, and he loosens his grip, stepping back from the truck. “If you’ve laid a finger on her, you’re a dead man.”
“I haven’t touched her, I swear it.” Max looks over at me. “Are you sure you want to go home with him?”
I nod. “I’ll be safe with him. He’s my uncle.”
Max doesn’t hang around for our family reunion, and jumps in his truck, starts the engine, and drives out of the car park.
Sawyer glares at me with a deadly gaze, a growl rumbling from the depths of his broad chest like a beast. “I’m not your fucking uncle and you’re far from safe with me, baby girl.” He grips my upper arm and leads me out of the car park, onto the path from where I came.
His tight grip on my arm aches, but my centre flutters that he’s here and showing more emotion than he has all day, even if it’s not the sort of attention I wanted from him, it’s attention at least.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he growls, stomping down the dirt road that leads to the lake and our cabin, dragging me by the arm as I canter to keep up.
“What are you doing? You avoid me all day, only to show up and drag me back home.”
“I didn’t know where you were. You weren’t answering your phone.” His grip tightens around my upper arm, pinching the flesh there.
“I came to the bar to take care of my problem.” I hiss the words with venom in my tone.
“What problem. If you have any problems, you should come to me.”
“I did, and you refused to solve it.”
He stops his long strides and turns back to face me. “What are you talking about?”
“I’m talking about you not wanting me because I’m not experienced enough for you. So I came here tonight to gain some experience. Maybe you’ll fuck me after I’ve done the rounds.”
His face pales under the moonlight. His hair turns white with the snow, but I’m sure I’ve caused him a few grey hairs from my statement alone.
“You let some fucker put their hands on you?” His face twists up into a snarl, as if he can taste the bitterness I feel.
“No.” My voice cracks. “Turns out I can’t even give it away. Nobody wanted me.” I turn my face away from his and trudge through the snow. If I weren’t so cold, I’m sure a tear would fall. My chest stings with the prickle of a thousand pins all hitting me at once. Emotions clog in my throat with the same ball of pins as I stifle a sob.
It was him I wanted, and he rejected me. I thought if I came here tonight, I could at least get a kiss from someone and make him jealous, but the way he looked at me just now was with such disappointment.
It’s the same look I got from my landlord when I told him I couldn’t pay the rent. It’s the same look I imagine I’ll get from my father when he learns of my lie about work, and no doubt the same look my mother has as she’s watching over me. I really hope she’s not watching over me.
Sawyer catches up to me and places a hand on my shoulder.
I shrug it off and continue to trudge through the snow with my head down to shield my face from the gaining wind and heavy snow.
“Hey,” he says, grabbing hold of my arm again.
“Leave me alone, Sawyer. You don’t have to act like you care just because you’re my dad’s friend.” I turn to face him, the wind whipping my hair around my face. “I get it. You’re not attracted to me. You see me as a kid. And maybe I am and maybe I will be a virgin until I’m forty, but at least I’m willing to open my heart to someone and commit. You’ll always be alone because you’re too afraid to let anyone in.”
He scratches his beard, staring at me with his dark penetrative eyes that see into my soul. “Are you done?”
I lift my chin, proud that I stood up to him, and hope I have the same courage when I have to face my father and tell him about my job. “Yes, I think so.”
The wind howls through the trees and the snow swirls all around us as if we’re in the middle of a snow machine on a disaster movie set, only this isn’t a movie.
Sawyer shields his eyes and points to the clearing in the woods that runs alongside the lane. “Let’s get to the treehouse,” he shouts over the gaining wind.
With his hand on the small of my back, he guides me into the woods. It’s hard to tell where exactly we are with the snow, but Sawyer takes my hand in his and weaves us through the overgrown foliage.
Under the canopy of trees the wind calms, but Sawyer doesn’t let go of me, clinging on to me as if fearing he’ll lose me if he lets go.
We reach the treehouse ladder and he says, “Get in.” It’s not a request, but an order, and I’ve had about as much of him bossing me around as I can take.
“You can’t keep treating me like I’m a kid! I’m not some fragile little girl who needs her hand held.”
“Maybe if you’d stop acting like a little brat, I wouldn’t have to.” He breathes heavily, inches from my face, heat rolling off him despite the blizzard.
I take the first few treads on the ladder. “You don’t know the first thing about what I’m capable of!”
He steps on the rung behind me, his body pressed against my back, urging me farther into the treehouse. “I know exactly what you’re capable of. You’re going to be the ruin of me. Why the hell do you think I’ve tried to stay away?”
Reaching the hatch, I open it and climb into the wooden room, out of the wind and snow, then crawl along the picnic rug still laid out from the other day.
Sawyer closes the hatch behind us, then finds the battery-operated lantern and sets the gas heater going.
My teeth chatter as I grab a blanket from the box and wrap it around me. “You just see me as the same little girl you used to babysit.” I clench my fists at my side. My voice trembles in the cold, but I refuse to go back to the meek girl I was before.
“The little girl I used to babysit wasn’t a little brat.” He bares his teeth in the dimly lit room, both of us catching our breath, the irritation in the air blending with something else neither of us wants to acknowledge.
I’m on my knees on the picnic rug, looking up at a growly bear towering above me. “You’re scared, aren’t you? Scared that if you see me as a woman, you might just develop feelings for me.”
“You want me to treat you like a woman?” He steps closer to my face, his fingers unbuckling his belt.
I gulp. A shiver wracks my bones, but suddenly I’m no longer cold. The fire in his eyes is hot enough to warm the entire estate.
He drags the zipper down his jeans; the sound vibrating in my centre. His length springs free and he fists it right in front of my face. The slit glistens under the glow from the gas fire, and I wet my lips in anticipation. I’ve never been this close to a man’s erection before.
“Suck it.” He narrows his eyes as if it’s a challenge. He’s calling my bluff. Does he think I’ll recoil?
Keeping my eyes locked with his, I open my mouth as wide as I can and wrap it around the head of his shaft.
His eyelids flutter closed as a deep, guttural groan rumbles from his lips. With his other hand, he runs his fingers through my hair, wet from the melted snow, and makes a fist, tugging on my scalp and holding my head in place. “Is your mouth innocent, the same as your virgin pussy?” he growls.
Unable to speak with him stuffing me like this and holding me in place, I hum a yes as best I can.
Another groan rumbles from deep in his chest as he rocks his pelvis into me. His length hits the back of my tonsils and I gag, my throat contracting. “Relax. It’ll hurt less if you relax your throat, swallow me down like a good little angel.”
I try to speak, but it’s just noise around his shaft. Fear grips my throat as I realise what he’s implying. Only he’s not waiting for an answer as he pushes in deeper, giving me no choice but to swallow around him. My eyes water in the corners as I’m practically choking him down.
His hand moves from his length as I take more of him, and wraps around my throat, gently sliding his palm over my neck in soothing strokes, as if he can feel himself there.
My eyes stream, making my vision blurred. I want to do this. I want to prove to him I can take it and I’m not some little girl he has to take care of all the time, that I am a woman with the same needs as him, and right now that need is becoming more evident as slickness pools between my thighs.
“You’re being such a good girl, taking me all the way in like this.” His voice trembles. He hisses through his teeth as he pulls out a little, then pushes back in. “Swallow me down again, angel. Your virgin mouth is like heaven.”
I do as he asks, trying my hardest to give him the best blow job he’s ever had, but I’ve no clue what I’m doing and I’m unable to do much at all other than what he instructs. He’s so big, it’s as if there’s no room for my tongue. I worry my teeth with catch on his length and as he pulls out again, with my aching jaw, that’s exactly what happens, but he shudders as if enjoying it.
“Are you ready for me to fuck this pretty mouth before I wreck your pussy?” His eyes are like daggers, forged in the depths of hell, piercing my soul.
It’s as if he’s punishing me for pushing him to his limit, but I want this. I want all the pain and pleasure he has for me. I want to feel him raw, but more than anything, I want to touch myself.
I nod with his cock in my mouth, saliva dripping down my chin, tears streaming down my cheeks, but I’m not sad. This is the most alive I’ve ever felt, and I don’t want it to stop. Shrugging off my coat, I reveal the black dress I’m wearing, cut low to show off my assets in a push-up bra.
He halts his movements, his eyes raking over my chest. “You went out like this?” His face twists and he tugs harder on my hair. “Did you flaunt your tits around the bar?”
I nod, wanting to get more of a reaction out of him.
“If you want to be a slut, you’re my slut and nobody else’s. You hear?”
Unable to speak, I nod again as more saliva drips down my chin and down my cleavage. I’m like the rose on his chest and he’s the snake wrapped around me, taking my innocence. Only I’m far from wilting.
“Pull your dress down and touch your tits.” His breaths are ragged, matching my own. He’s not all the way in my mouth, more resting on my tongue, allowing me time to relax my jaw.
I pull the dress down my arms along with my bra straps, then unclip my bra at the back. My breasts hang heavy, my nipples hard, ready to cut glass.
He lets out an approving groan, his hand cupping my face while his finger traces my lips around his cock. “Are you wet, baby girl?”
A hum vibrates around his shaft. I nod, my body tingling all over, desperate to touch myself.
“Show me. Push that dress all the way down and show me how wet you are.” He slowly moves his pelvis again, thrusting into my mouth and pulling out again, hissing through his teeth.
With both hands, I push the dress over my hips, letting it drop at my knees on the floor, then I push the tights and knickers down enough to expose myself. The cool air hits my sensitive, slick flesh, causing a wave of pleasure to cascade down my spine.
I reach between my legs, knowing just a few circles of my sensitive nub, and I’ll come harder than I’ve come with Mr. Snuggles.
“Dip your fingers in your sweet pussy and show me.” Sawyer ruts into me, picking up the pace as if he can’t control himself any longer.
My walls clench around my fingers as they slip inside with ease. I’ve never known myself to be this wet, or this turned on. I lift my hand up in front of the small gas fire; the light bouncing off clear fluid webbing between my digits.
“Is all that for me, angel?” He licks his lips, his breaths coming out in fast, short bursts. “Is all that honey just for me?”
My head nods. I look up through my lashes, our eyes connecting as if our souls are bonding together.
“Fuck.” He roars like a grizzly bear and my walls clench again, desperate for something to fill the void. Desperate for my papa bear.