Angel (Fallen Angel, #3)(33)
“Right here, Angel. Whaddya need?”
My breathing was coming a little faster now, his tease making me even greedier for him. And with the night, the gift, and the actual playing of this spectacular piano, my lust and desire for Viper—the man who’d gone out of his way to give me such a perfect moment in time—was at an all-time high.
“I need…” My words trailed off into a moan as Viper squeezed me through the front of my pants.
“Tell me and I’ll give it to you. Whatever you want,” Viper promised, his raspy voice making my balls tingle.
I reached down to press my hand over the top of his, and Viper groaned as I bucked my hips forward, thrusting my aching length into his palm, wanting—no, needing—more friction.
“Undo my pants,” I said, panting, watching his eyes as I issued my request, and without breaking the searing connection, Viper popped open the button on my pants and slowly drew the zipper down.
“Like that?”
I nodded, but when Viper raised a brow and didn’t move, I said, “Yes. Just like that.”
“Oh, I could get used to this,” he said, and chuckled. “Tell me…what’s next, Angel?”
Viper’s breath was warm as it floated across my lips, and his eyes were close to black as they roamed all over my face, waiting for my next instruction, and there was no way I wasn’t going to give it.
“Your hands…” I said, and swallowed. “I want them on me.” Viper slid one of his hands down into my pants beneath my briefs, and then wrapped his fingers around me. “Yesss. God. That’s perfect.”
“I’ll fucking say.” Viper lowered his head and flicked the tip of his tongue over my earlobe. “You’re so damn hard.”
My cock jerked at the compliment as Viper gave it a nice, slow stroke, and when my eyes fluttered shut from the pleasure, he did it again, pulling from me a throaty moan. My head fell back on Viper’s shoulder as he began to work my length, my hips pumping forward, my dick sliding in and out of the tight hold he had on me, until he nudged me forward a step, and my stomach came into contact with the piano.
My eyes flew open and focused on the spotlight that made the closed lid glimmer like diamonds, as Viper released my cock and tugged my pants down my hips. Then I licked my lips and smoothed my palms over the white wood finish, much the same way Viper was now trailing his fingers up the sides of my thighs and over my ass.
My heart was thundering, my dick throbbing, and as I looked out to the pitch-black warehouse in front of me, I thought about what was going to happen here on this stage. It was exciting, exhilarating, and so fucking hot that when I heard Viper rip open a packet and unzip in the otherwise silent space, a needy moan ripped out of my throat before I could stop it.
My voice echoed all around us, the stage set to amplify the best sound out of all the equipment and voices on it, and right now that was my desperate pleas and Viper’s sexy-as-hell chuckle.
“Damn. I always said you had a voice sent from fucking heaven.” Viper moved in behind me and smoothed one of his palms over the bare cheek of my ass. “And tonight, I’m gonna make you fly high while you sing just for me.”
Oh, shit. Viper’s voice was rough and raw with the lust that was riding him, and when he put his other hand on my shoulder and urged me down over the back of the piano, I squeezed my eyes shut and willed myself not to lose it before I felt that powerful body behind me, taking me.
“Mmm,” Viper said, and ran his hand down over the material of my jacket. “So proper in this jacket of yours…” Then he molded both his hands to the curves of my ass and bent down over me to say by my ear, “But not so proper down here. Are you, Angel?”
Viper slid a slippery finger down the crack of my ass, and never had I been so thankful he was like a Boy Scout when it came to impromptu sex—always so damn prepared.
Goosebumps covered my skin as Viper kissed his way along the shell of my ear and massaged the pad of his finger over my hole, and when he eased his finger inside me, I shoved back onto him.
Viper groaned, his teeth replacing his lips as he nipped at my lobe and a second finger entered me. As he rocked his lower body against mine, Viper’s hard cock brushed up against my naked skin, and I all but whimpered.
I reached out on either side of myself, trying to find something to hold on to. Trying to find something to ground me to reality. But the piano was too wide, and instead I found myself spread open to the man behind me, laid out like an offering for Viper to do with as he pleased, and I shook at that idea, knowing that Viper would bring me nothing but the ultimate pleasure.
Never in all my life had I expected to be so consumed by another. But every time I was with Viper like this? Whenever we were stripped down, naked, and vulnerable with one another, the feelings and emotions between us intensified, and I was starting to believe there was no limit to how much I could love the man who was mastering my body like it had been designed specifically for him.
I turned my head, placing my cheek against the cool surface of the piano lid and said, “Viper,” just because I wanted to feel, and hear, his name sliding off my tongue.
Viper pressed his lips against my cheek as he twisted his hand and grazed his fingers against my prostate. My body clenched and a curse left my mouth, and as he pulled his fingers free, Viper licked the spot he’d just kissed and promised, in a voice made for sin, “Gonna make you fly, Angel.”