Viper (Fallen Angel #2)(19)

What’s mine… A thrill shot through my body, and I arched up, trying to get closer to his mouth, but he pulled his head away just as our lips brushed together.

A frustrated sound ripped through me. “Don’t be a fucking tease, Viper.”

“Or what?” He chuckled as he boxed me in, his hands on the arms of the recliner, keeping his distance.

I didn’t know if it was all the alcohol I’d consumed that had me feeling bolder than usual, or if I could blame what happened next on the frustration Viper built in me, but I gripped his shirt and jerked him forward at the same time I wrapped my legs around his, holding him exactly where I wanted him.

In his surprise, he lost his balance, and I took advantage by slamming my lips against his. If I’d thought Viper would resist, I was wrong, because his lips immediately parted, and as he regained his footing, his tongue dove inside my mouth. But I wasn’t content to let him take control this time. Oh no. I was burning up, horny as hell, and I knew exactly what I wanted to happen next.

As Viper’s hand trailed down my body to land on my erection, I tore my lips away from his. “I want you to fuck me.”

I could feel his mouth curve against mine. “That’s the plan, Angel.”

“Not like this,” I said, as the pressure of his hand increased, and I halted his movements by grabbing his wrist. “Over there.” I nodded toward the wall to my left, and Viper raised a brow.

“I know my dick’s a fuckin’ beast, but it won’t reach you from all the way over there.”

Smartass. I dropped my hold on him completely except for one hand tangled in his shirt, and as I tugged his face toward mine, I said, “You’re gonna fuck me against the wall the way we were at The Nothing show.”

“Mmm, an angel who knows what he wants.” Viper sucked my lower lip into his mouth, eliciting a moan. “So this is what you’re like when you’re drunk. I approve.” Then he straightened, a grin on his face as he walked over to where I’d indicated.

Under the glare of the lights, I got a killer view of his backside—those broad shoulders that tapered down into a strong back and an ass that made my dick harder than I’d ever thought possible. One day I’d like to get between those rounded cheeks, to see what Viper would feel like inside, but that was a conversation for another day.

Right now, I wanted Viper pushing me up against that wall and taking me the way I’d fantasized about. In the days since we’d first had sex, Viper had surprised the hell out of me by refusing to get inside me again, telling me it was too much too soon, and I needed to go slow.

Viper? Go slow? That was even possible? And more than that, he cared enough to make sure this was a good experience for me? Utterly mind-blowing. So though I didn’t understand why he was willing to restrain himself from going after what he so obviously wanted, I more than enjoyed the way he took pleasure in my body in other ways. If I’d thought his mouth and fingers were talented before I’d been introduced to his bed, now I thought they were nothing short of damn brilliant.

As I came up behind him, I ran my hand over his ass and then planted my back against the wall. Then he stepped forward, caging me in with his arms on either side of me.

My pulse raced to match the throbbing in my cock as his hips pushed up against mine, the friction of his rock-hard length making me tremble. It wasn’t enough, though, and I gripped his waist, holding him tight to me as I rocked against him.

“Feeling needy, Angel?” Viper’s voice, deep and low, stroked down my front like it was his hand, and as my head fell back and I thrust my hips forward, a throaty chuckle escaped him. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Before I knew what was happening, Viper spun me around so that my front pressed up against the wall, and then slid his hand around my waist to pull down the zipper of my jeans. My jeans and boxer briefs were jerked down to just under my ass, and then Viper crowded in behind me, his hand going back down to wrap around my cock.

I muttered something unintelligible as his fingers circled the head, getting them nice and wet with my pre-cum before wrapping around my erection. Shiiit, it was just like the way he’d taken hold of me from behind backstage at The Nothing show, and it was just as hot now as it had been then. The only problem?

“Take your damn pants off.” I panted as Viper continued to stroke me, and when he didn’t immediately comply, I reached behind me for the button of his jeans and flipped the fucker open. Unzipping was a little trickier in my position, but with Viper refusing to take his hands off me—no complaints here—I did what I had to.

“Impatient,” Viper murmured in my ear, squeezing around me, making me gasp. “I think I could get used to this side of you, Angel.”

Then his hold on me disappeared as he shoved his pants down his hips, freeing his cock, and then, as he removed his shirt, I lifted my own up and over my head. I wanted to feel his skin on mine. Feel all those hard muscles tensing as he slid inside me, inch by delicious inch.

I sighed in relief when he touched me again, but as one hand worked me up and down, he brought the other up to my lips.

“Suck,” he said.

I didn’t hesitate or question why as two of his fingers slid past my lips. I treated them as I would a mouth-watering dessert—or his cock. Sucking and licking, I tasted every inch of him as Viper hummed behind me.