Chapter 9
Elizabeth
“Call me Angel, when it’s just us?”
“Angel,” I smile, liking that he’s never asked anyone else to call him that. “I want it to be a yes, but it’s complicated.”
“I’m not gonna lie, princess, hearing you say my name like that… I’m not gonna be able to concentrate on complicated shit.”
I let myself laugh, real laughter too, and he quickly kisses me again.
“Besides, why is it complicated?” he asks.
“Because it’s us. You’re my best friend’s brother, we’re so different from each other, and then there’s the whole club thing… it’s just complicated.”
“Or it could be simple,” he says, pulling me closer to him. “I like fucking you…”
He kisses me on one cheek.
“You like fucking me…”
He kisses me on the other cheek.
“You feel so fucking amazing when I’m inside you…”
He kisses the side of my throat.
“And I know I make you feel good too. ”
He gently grazes his teeth over the other side of my neck, right at the spot he knows I love. I moan, ready to submit, until I’m reminded of something he said.
“Wait,” I say, “did you mean what you said earlier, you haven’t looked at another girl since Donovan’s party?”
“Yeah,” he says.
“You haven’t had sex with anyone else since we’ve been seeing each other?”
“No, why would I wanna have sex with anyone else when you’re so incredible. Don’t you listen to me when we’re together?”
“I figured you probably say that stuff to all the girls.”
“Hell no, you have no idea how different I am with you,” he says.
“Hmm… well for the record, I haven’t been with anyone else either.”
“Thank fuck.”
He claims my lips with his and pulls me against him, his fingers grip my hair and his already semi-hard cock presses against me through his jeans.
“Angel, not here, someone might see.”
“Okay, let’s take this inside.”
Once in the house, I make sure the door is locked, and the lights are off, until we’re left standing in darkness. He pushes me against one of the countertops and kisses me even more passionately.
I moan. “Don’t you think we’ve had enough of kitchens and dining room tables?”
“I don’t think I could ever have enough of you anywhere. But you’re right, why don’t we move to the couch.”
“The couch? Are you crazy?”
“What? Why?” he asks .
“We’re not having sex where your mom holds her bible study group!”
He laughs, not his usual smug or teasing laugh, this one’s free and irresistible, making me laugh along with him. We’ve never laughed together like this before, and I like it.
“Come on,” I say, “I have an idea, but you need to be quiet.”
“Fine by me, besides, you’re the noisy one.”
He kisses me deeply, before following me upstairs, his hands never leaving my waist. Once we make it to the guest room, I lead us straight through to the bathroom and turn the shower on.
“So no one can hear us,” I say.
I drop the towel and face away from him, removing my swimsuit before stepping into the shower.
“You coming?” I ask, closing the door behind me to keep the water in.
The hot water washes over me as I wait for him to undress, thinking about how this is the first time we’re going to see each other naked.
I’ve spoken to some other girls who are my size, and most feel self-conscious about their curves and their bellies.
I don’t know if I’m lucky, or whether I’ve just spent too much time applying logic to it, but I’ve always felt pretty confident in my skin.
I figure, people can tell my size by looking at me, so if we’ve made it to the point where we’re about to have sex, they know what to expect, and they’re still interested.
I used to be way too ‘in my head’ during sex, thinking about flattering angles or what would look sexiest for my partner, but I realized I wasn’t actually letting myself enjoy sex if I was spending the whole time worrying about it.
So I stopped giving a shit and focused on letting myself get lost in the moment, not caring if my partner could see a second chin, or feel my belly hitting them, and I haven’t had any complaints yet…
The shower door opens and Angel steps in.
Fuck.
He’s fucking beautiful. His body is softly toned instead of solidly defined muscle and his chest is smooth, except for some scars. Tattoos decorate most of his torso and a thin line of dark hair runs down the center of his stomach leading my eyes to his cock, which is hard and ready for me.
“See something you like, princess?”
Keeping my eyes on his cock for a moment longer, I nod, then meet his gaze.
“Yeah… do you?”
He lets his eyes roam up and down my body, licking his lips in a way that makes me feel feral.
He nods his head, “Yeah… yeah I do.”
Diablo
“See something you like, princess?” I ask, after watching her eyes follow the line of my body down to my cock.
I know I’m not bad to look at, but seeing the hunger in her eyes is definitely an ego boost and it’s helping my confidence. Which I need, considering that she’s the first person to see me naked in years, usually preferring to keep things quick and easy with my clothes on.
She returns her gaze to meet mine and nods, saying, “Yeah… do you?”
Relishing the invitation, I take my time memorizing every part of her body that I can.
The water runs down over her full tits, her nipples already hard and calling for me to taste them.
I love the way her body curves, and how certain parts gently kiss each other. I’m desperate to explore every inch.
I wish I could think of something smart and sexy to say, but all I can do is nod and murmur, “Yeah… yeah I do.”
It’s as though something breaks in both of us, because the next moment we’re in each other’s arms, kissing intensely and letting our hands roam. Feeling her naked body pressed against mine is incredible; her skin so smooth and silky with the water cascading over us.
“Fuck, Elizabeth, you feel—”
“Princess.”
“Hmm?”
“You can call me Elizabeth anytime you want, but call me princess when you fuck me.”
I move my hand between her legs, she’s wet and ready for me.
“You like being my perfect princess while I’m making you come?”
She nods her head.
“Alright then, princess, why don’t you show me how good you can be.”
I’m about to slide my fingers inside her, but she removes my hand and lowers to her knees in front of me, kissing my chest and stomach as she does. She looks up at me through her lashes, holding my gaze as she takes my cock in her mouth.
“Fuck!” I cry out, needing to put one hand on the wall above her head to steady myself.
She pulls back from my cock and smirks up at me. “I thought you said you wouldn’t have a problem keeping quiet and that I was the noisy one.”
She takes me in her mouth again, gripping the base of my cock with her hand and moving it in time with her head to take all of me in .
“Fuck, princess. That was before I knew you were gonna do this.”
She explores me with her mouth and hands, and I have to keep closing my eyes. The sight of her on her knees with her lips wrapped around my cock is too much. I run my fingers through her hair and hold the side of her head, loving the feel of her moving back and forth.
I’ll get close to orgasm, but then she changes up her movements; sometimes taking all of me into her mouth, other times licking and kissing my shaft, before tonguing my head, lapping up any pre-cum.
“You feel fucking amazing, and you look so perfect on your knees for me.”
She moans while I’m deep in her mouth and it sends vibrations through my cock.
“Fuck, I’m getting close again.”
She pulls back but continues to work me with her hand.
“I want to swallow everything you can give me, but it seems a shame to waste the shower…”
In my current state I can barely work out what she’s asking, so I just groan in response.
“Where do you want to come on your princess?”
“Oh fuck,” I moan, my orgasm getting closer.
How does she expect me to make a choice like that right now?
“My face?” She continues to stroke me. “My ass? My tits?”
“Fuck…”
The thought of spilling my load onto her tits and seeing her covered in me is too much.
“Mmm… come all over my tits, Angel… please.”
The combination of her request, saying my name, and the word please… breaks me. It’s the most intense fucking or gasm of my life, I swear I go blind for a moment. When I open my eyes, she’s sitting back on her heels, playing with my cum which is laced all over her tits.
“Holy shit!”
I’m surprised I’m able to speak any words at all, I’ve never felt anything like this before. She grins up at me, looking so fucking sexy it doesn’t seem real.
Getting head in the shower was fucking amazing, but this, lying in bed with her in my arms, this feels special. I’ve never done it before, but now that I’m here, I know I’m going to want to do it every fucking day.
I had to force myself to ask Elizabeth to put her pajamas on and get dressed myself; not because I wanted to, but I knew that if we got into bed together naked it would lead to more, and we can’t risk being overheard.
I’ve got an alarm set so I can make it down to the couch before everyone else wakes up, but for now, having her fall asleep in my arms is all I hoped it would be.
“Are you watching me sleep?” she murmurs.
“Yeah, so what if I am?”
“Creeper,” she chuckles, “tell me what you’re thinking about.”
“I’m thinking about you.”
“Yeah, but what, I want details.”
I don’t even know where to start, talking about what I’m thinking or feeling like this is surreal, but she seems to like it, and I love seeing her smile.
“I’m thinking about how I’ve probably liked you since the first moment I saw you; but I wouldn’t let myself think about you in that way because I thought you were Donovan’s girl.”
She smiles and lets out a happy hum, which spurs me on to keep going, anything to hear that sound again.
“I’m thinking about how happy I am that El Jefe sent me into that closet with you, if he hadn’t, who knows if this would have ever happened,” I say.
“Yeah, we should probably get him a nice bottle of whiskey as a thank you,” she says. “I always thought you were really hot, but I would’ve never made a move or told you in a million years.”
My heart leaps, she always thought I was hot… I mean, I definitely thought she was hot. I chuckle when another thought enters my head.
“What?” she asks.
“Nah, I can’t tell you that one,” I say, kissing her temple, “it’s definitely not PG-13.”
“Really? After what we just did in the shower, you’re worrying about R-rated conversation. Come on, if I have a similar thing, I promise I’ll tell you.”
Well that’s far too tempting…
“Okay, deal. That week after we kissed in the closet, I’d get so fucking hard anytime I thought about you. I was jerking it like a teenager, every morning and night in the shower, you in my mind the entire time.”
She giggles.
“What?” I ask, “too much?”
“Not at all, it was the same for me. Just think, we were probably doing it at the same time, not having any idea that the other one was thinking the same thing.”
“You thought about me and touched yourself?”
“Since we kissed, I’ve thought about you every time. ”
Fuck. Her words embolden me, and I need to know more.
“Tell me what you think about when you touch yourself, princess.”
She turns her face into the pillow and groans, “No way, you don’t want to hear all that.”
“Believe me I do,” I say, nuzzling into her neck until she laughs.
“Well, I think about us being together…”
“Mmm… go on.”
“I think about stuff I’d love to do with you, stuff that, I’m not sure if you’ll want to try or not.”
“What do you mean?”
“I know there are things you don’t like to do, but it still gets me hot thinking about it.”
“What kind of things?” I ask, my fingers tracing circles on her stomach. “Use your words, princess.”
“I think about you going down on me. Or sitting on your face…”
“And what makes you think I don’t enjoy that?”
“Ana told me you don’t do that, and that’s okay, if you don’t enjoy it, there’s no pressure.”
I sigh and kiss her neck. “It’s got nothing to do with not enjoying it. I’ve just never done that stuff before.”
“Never?” she asks. She rolls over so we’re lying face to face, my hand now stroking her back. “How come?”
“I guess it just seems so intimate and personal, I’ve always been the type of guy to keep my distance. I never wanted to feel that close to someone before. That’s why I’ve never fucked face-to-face, or kissed the club girls, I didn’t want it to be more than sex.”
“You kiss me,” she says softly.
“Yeah, it’s different with you. ”
“Different how?”
I look into her eyes, and I’m not even scared, “With you, I want to do everything.”
She leans closer and kisses me deeply, shifting her body so she’s nearly on top of me. I return the kiss but gently roll her back onto her side.
“I want to do everything, but not here.”
She pouts as I break the kiss and I lightly run my finger down her face, over her throat, between her breasts, and down her cute belly.
“When we do that stuff, I wanna make sure we’re somewhere I can make you scream my name as loud as you want, somewhere I can take my time with you, knowing we won’t be disturbed.”
My alarm goes off, making us both jump.
“Nooo,” she groans, “this is the opposite of being saved by the bell.”
“I’m sorry, to be continued. I’d better go, I don’t wanna get caught.”
“Wait, what are we going to tell people?”
“Honestly, I haven’t really thought that far ahead.”
“Yeah, me neither,” she says, “but I’m thinking we should keep this to ourselves for now. It’s not that I don’t want people to know, I just don’t want to complicate this with other people, if that makes sense?”
“Makes sense to me,” I say, “let’s keep us quiet for now and we can always talk about it again later. Okay?”
She squeezes my hand. “Thank you, Angel.”
“Anything for you, princess.” I lean down and kiss her again, her arms snaking around my neck. “You should try and go back to sleep. ”
I reluctantly peel myself away and tuck the blankets around her, but can’t resist giving her one more kiss. She laughs and gently pushes me away.
“If you want me to sleep, you need to get down to the couch.”
“I’m going, I’m going,” I say, desperately wishing I could stay.