Shattered Dreams (Boys of Bellerose, #3)(76)
Christ, now my cheeks were flaming with embarrassment at the direction my thoughts had taken.
“Bella,” Angelo murmured in my ear, leaning over to kiss my neck just below my ear. “I’m trying really hard to be a gentleman and not just drag you into the aircraft bathroom to fuck. That petulant look on your face is not helping.”
My lips parted in surprise, and I turned my face to meet his deep brown eyes. “Oh.”
“Mmm,” he replied, swiping the tip of his tongue over his lip like he was tasting my kiss.
I flicked a glance down. “How hard are you trying?”
His lips tugged into a playful grin. “So hard it hurts, Bella.” He took my hand, giving a quick glance past me, then showed me just how hard he was trying. My eyes widened as my fingers curled around him as best I could through his pants. Goddamn, now I was thirsting after his dick even more than before.
I must have made a little whine because he chuckled again and removed my hand from his pants. “You see? I desire nothing more than to make good use of this flight and fuck you senseless, but I want to be more than that for you. I want us to take things slow and fall in love all over again, without the sex overriding the romance. Is that okay?”
Ugh, when he put it like that…
“I guess,” I mumbled, trying not to pout. The way I was sulking, anyone would think I hadn’t had sex in a decade. But technically, I hadn’t had sex with Angel in nearly that long, so… I was justified. Right?
Angelo grinned at me, probably reading my mind, and pulled a blanket out from the compartment beside his seat. “Here. Recline your seat and have a rest.” He draped the blanket over me and helped me get comfy with both our seats reclined. One of the airline staff must have noticed everyone was napping, so the cabin lights dimmed down until they’d left us in near darkness.
No way could I sleep with how worked up and horny I was, though. Briefly, I debated waking Rhett up, but he was right beside Jace, fast asleep with his mouth open. It was so rare for him to sleep deeply that I could never wake him deliberately. So I gave myself a little mental scolding about being an adult and not needing to take care of things. But that didn’t stop me from glancing over at Angelo again in the hope that he’d changed his mind.
Dammit. His eyes were closed, dark lashes fanning across his tanned skin. He’d left his hand on my leg, the warm weight against my knee reminding me how he’d mentioned fucking in the bathroom. Holding my breath, I slid a hand up my own skirt, intending to just… I don’t know what. Maybe just cup my throbbing pussy to tell it to calm down. I didn’t get that far, though, before Angelo’s fingers wrapped around my wrist and his eyes snapped open.
“Bella…” he murmured.
“Angel…” I replied with a teasing grin.
He rolled his eyes, swatting my hand away. But he didn’t stop there. His hand arrived at the place mine had been heading, and his long fingers stroked my heat through the thin fabric of my panties. A deep shudder of pleasure rolled through me, and a tiny whimper escaped my throat.
Angelo flicked my inner thigh, a small reprimand for making noise, and I bit my lip. Hard. Message received: Keep quiet.
When he was confident I understood, he continued. Up and down the crotch of my panties, he stroked me with maddening touches until I was so worked up I must have been making my seat wet. If I could have made clothing disappear with the power of thought, my underwear would be ancient history.
“Shhh,” he breathed, his finger rubbing my clit through the now very damp fabric. I squirmed, desperate for more, then brought the blanket to my mouth to bite on. Nothing else was going to keep me quiet—especially when Angelo tugged my panties aside and slid his fingers deep inside my pulsing cunt. I bit the blanket so hard my jaw hurt, then he was fucking me with his hand in quick motions that made me shake from head to toe.
When I came, he jerked the blanket out of my mouth so he could kiss me. I moaned quietly against his lips, and his tongue captured mine as I shuddered and convulsed, tightening around his fingers as my orgasm washed through me in a dizzying wave of relief.
“Better?” he whispered, releasing my mouth a moment later.
“Yessss,” I replied on a heavy exhale. “And no. Now I want more.” I was only partly joking.
He laughed softly, righting my panties for me before bringing his fingers to his lips. Then he held my gaze as he licked them thoroughly, and I all but came again. Damn it, I’d forgotten what a tease Angel was.
Groaning, I grabbed the back of his neck to pull him into another hot and heavy kiss, tasting myself on his tongue. I badly wanted to return the favor and rubbed him through his pants with my hand once more as he kissed me back, but I got the feeling I might wake the plane up if I decided to get on my knees and choke on Angelo’s big dick right now. But then that got me wondering if it would be such a bad thing if we had an audience.
The only thing stopping me was the presence of the airline staff, Hannah, and Vee. As hot as it sounded to have Jace, Rhett, and Grayson witness me sucking Angelo’s cock… I doubted Hannah and Vee would be into that. Nor would I. Talk about a buzzkill.
“Later, amore mio,” Angel whispered against my kisses. “Later. This time I don’t just want a quick hand job under the blanket; I want you stretched out underneath me, that beautiful body on display, and no distractions.”