Angel (Fallen Angel, #3)(52)
The only time Halo had ever taken me was that night up on the roof of his apartment, and while it had been hot as fuck, we hadn’t gone back down that road due to the painful reason we had first ended up there.
Tonight, however, things were one hundred percent different, and there was nothing I wanted more than to give the angel what he wanted, and if that was me—all of me—then he could have it.
“Is that a yes?” Halo asked, and when he punctuated his question with a firm tug on the two of us, I cursed and reached down to halt his hands.
“It won’t fucking be if you keep doing that.”
Halo instantly let go, and I groaned at the loss of pressure.
“Sorry,” he said, but then bit down on his lower lip and grinned. “I just really want to—”
“Fuck me?” I interrupted, and when Halo blushed, I couldn’t help the smirk that crossed my mouth. How he could be blushing with what we were about to do was beyond me. But damn if I didn’t love that about him.
“Yes,” he said, nodding. “God. I really want that.”
At that honest reply, I reached down and stroked myself. Halo did too. Then I shifted up the bed, stretched out on my stomach and glanced over my shoulder at the angel where he remained kneeling, staring down at me like I was his very own fantasy come to life.
The cool material of the duvet felt fucking amazing against my throbbing dick, and when I rocked my hips up and down against it, thrusting my ass back toward Halo, a soft groan filled the air.
It didn’t take long after that—the mattress shifted as Halo climbed off it, and it didn’t take a genius to work out where the hell he’d disappeared to. But I was more than happy to wait for the angel right where I was.
I grabbed one of the twenty pillows on the king-sized bed, plumped it up under my chest, and began to roll my hips over and over against the soft cotton underneath me.
It wasn’t until I heard Halo whisper, “Holy shit,” that I realized he’d re-entered the room, and not a minute or so later he climbed back on the bed and moved up over me.
His lips found my heated skin first, kissing their way up the back of my thigh much the same way he himself liked. Then Halo was flicking his tongue over the curve of my ass and testing the firm skin of my cheek with the scrape of his teeth. But the angel wasn’t in the mood to tease tonight, thank fuck, and before I could tell him I wasn’t either, he dragged his tongue up the line of my spine and planted a kiss at the back of my neck.
I could feel his heavy, thick erection rubbing back and forth between the crack of my ass, and when Halo planted his hands by my head and lowered himself down over me, I couldn’t stop the ragged moan he pulled from me.
Fuuuck. He wasn’t even inside me yet, but the weight of him on top of me was such a fucking turn-on that I couldn’t help the way my hips canted up into him.
“Damn. Viper.” Halo panted as he rocked his entire body up over mine, wedging his dick between my firm ass cheeks. “You look… I just… Fuck. I just need a second.” Halo put his mouth to my ear and said, “You feel so fucking good.”
I couldn’t stop the arrogant grin that hit my lips. “I’ll feel even better when you get your dick in me.”
A torture-filled moan rumbled out of Halo, and then he was moving. He reached for the bottle of lube he’d grabbed from his bags and flipped open the lid, then he was back, sliding his slippery fingers up and down my crack. Ever so gently, Halo probed for entry, but I wasn’t in the mood for gentle, and when I felt his fingers on me, I widened my legs and shifted up onto my hands and knees so I could shove back onto them.
Halo sucked in a breath at the same time I cursed, and as he began to slowly move his fingers in and out of me, the angel’s arousal finally caught up to mine until he was two fingers deep and stretching me really fucking good.
“Goddamn, Angel,” I said, and dropped my head down as Halo zeroed in on my prostate and gave it one hell of a massage. “You need to get the fuck in me if you don’t want me to finish without you.”
He didn’t need more of an invitation than that. Halo withdrew his fingers, and a few seconds later I heard the sound of a condom packet being torn open. A warm palm smoothed over my ass, and when a second hand moved to my other cheek and spread me open, I squeezed my eyes shut, desperate for what I knew was about to come.
As the wide head of Halo’s cock bumped up against my entrance, my fingers clenched around the pillow under me. I could feel Halo’s fingers digging into my hips, and the ragged breathing that filled the room could’ve been coming from him or me, as he finally began to push forward. A low groan left me as Halo penetrated me one thick inch at a time, and when he finally bottomed out and stilled where he was, my arms shook underneath me.
Halo placed a palm at the base of my tailbone, and as he smoothed it up over my back, I heard him say, “You okay?”
I swallowed, as my body got used to the delicious invasion, and nodded. “I feel fuckin’ amazing, Angel. But you gotta move.”
The words were barely out of my mouth when Halo withdrew and then tunneled back inside me with surprising force. A curse ripped free of my lips, echoing off the walls of the penthouse suite as he did it again, but this time I was right there to meet him. With his hands on my hips, Halo let loose, giving me exactly what I’d asked of him, and I reached down to desperately work myself as the angel set about destroying my body. And when he shifted behind me and placed one of his hands over mine on the pillow to align his front against my back, my entire body shook from the enormity of emotions flooding me.