Halo (Fallen Angel, #1)(70)

I felt the bed dip behind me, and I looked over my shoulder to see Viper with one knee on the bed and his hands braced on the mattress. His eyes were on me, all over me, and it was then that a ripple of nerves coursed through my body. But as soon as they’d come, they were quickly driven away when he leaned forward and licked a path along one of my ass cheeks. My head dropped forward as he repeated the move on the other side. His teeth grazed along the wet path, nipping at my skin, and I found myself pushing back toward him, wanting more of his mouth on me.

Viper’s tongue disappeared, but only for a moment, because then he was hovering over me, licking his way up my spine, leaving goosebumps in its path.

“Damn delicious,” he murmured, as his mouth moved to my right shoulder, and as I felt him bite into the skin there, his left hand reached under me to grab a hold of my cock. The sensation of pleasure chasing away the pain was a new one, and I thrust into Viper’s hand, wanting the friction of his strong grip to take the edge off the ache he’d been building in me all night.

“Is this how you imagined it?” Viper said, his teeth sinking into a spot above the last one.

“Fuck yes,” I said. Only in my dream, I hadn’t dared imagine it happening in Viper’s bed, but here I was, facedown, his cock trailing along the crack of my ass, giving me the slightest hint of what was to come.

With my dick hard and heavy in his hand, and after hours of pent-up sexual frustration, it didn’t take long before I could feel my orgasm threatening. But as I tensed, Viper backed off completely, his mouth and hands gone, his erection no longer sliding between my cheeks.

I must’ve groaned in irritation at the loss of him, because Viper let out a low chuckle as he walked to the nightstand and opened the drawer.

“Feeling a little needy, Angel?”

“I never took you for a fuckin’ tease,” I grumbled, rolling to my side to watch him and taking matters into my own hands by gripping my cock. Viper tossed a condom on the bed and took out a bottle of lube before closing the drawer.

“Did I tell you to move?” he said.

“You left.”

“I’m not goin’ anywhere. On your hands and knees, Angel.”

God, the sight of Viper standing beside the bed, body fully on display and his Prince Albert piercing catching the moonlight, made me want to do anything but turn away from him. In that moment, with the power radiating off Viper, and those defined muscles tensed beneath his olive skin, he embodied the part of the bad boy, the sex god come to take what he wanted—and that just so happened to be me.

My cock jerked in my palm as my eyes roamed over him, and then, hungry for what he would give, I got back on my hands and knees. Viper flipped open the bottle of lube as he climbed up on the bed, and I reached for my dick to give it a firm stroke, because while this was all completely new to me, the thought of what and where he was about to put his slicked-up fingers had my toes curling before he’d even touched me.

“Don’t even think about making yourself come,” Viper said from behind me. “I get to do that tonight.”

My body trembled at his words, which sounded like both a promise and a threat, but either way, I pinched the head of my cock in an effort to quell the climax that was threatening to explode.

Viper must’ve caught the move, because a low laugh met my ears at the same time cool fingers teased the top of my crack. “See, you are good. You even take orders.”

I opened my mouth to say God only knew what in return, but Viper chose that moment to stroke his slippery finger between my ass cheeks, making them flex, as I grabbed the duvet beneath me instead.

Okay, that felt—when Viper did it again, but this time pushed the pad of his finger over my hole, I automatically shoved back—really damn good.

“You like that, Angel?”

My white knuckles and throbbing dick seemed to indicate yes, and when I looked over my shoulder to see Viper staring at me, I realized he was waiting for an answer.

I nodded. “Yes.”

When he repeated the move, he kept his eyes locked on mine until the pressure against my entrance felt so damn good I had to squeeze my eyes shut.

My cock was leaking all over my hand, as my head fell down and I tried to calm my body. But Viper was hellbent on keeping me on edge as he continued to massage me in a place no one had ever touched me before.

Jesus. I’d known coming to Viper’s bed was going to change me in ways I’d never be able to come back from. Not only because he was a man, but because a simple touch from him gave me more pleasure than I’d ever experienced in my life.

As if to emphasize that point, Viper teased me once, twice, and then he was pushing more firmly against me until his finger slipped inside, and my entire body clenched in response.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he growled, as he massaged his other hand over my ass cheek, relaxing me, spreading me a little farther apart. “You okay?”

Was I? I had no idea. My mind was spinning at the feeling of having something of him inside me, and when that thought hit, my cock pulsed in my hand and I had my answer.

“Yeah, it’s just…different.”

“Good different?” Viper slowly withdrew the digit but didn’t pull it free, before he slid it back inside. “Or bad different?”

My eyes slammed shut as all the new sensations flooded over me and registered. “Good. It feels so good.”