Viper (Fallen Angel #2)(30)
WHEN I WOKE the next morning, the soft strumming of a guitar filled my ears. It was a beautiful sound, one of my favorite sounds in the world, though the song itself was unfamiliar.
Keeping my eyes closed so Viper would continue playing, I let the music lull me, my thoughts drifting back to last night, when he’d finally admitted we were on a date.
Yep, the perennial bad-boy bachelor of the group had gone on an official date, and somehow, even with all the choices available to him, it’d been with me. That filled my stomach with a million damn butterflies, because though we’d gone out alone before, last night had been different. He’d opened the door for me, for God’s sake, which I knew had surprised him as much as it had me.
Somehow, over the last few weeks since we’d been in Miami, I’d gotten over the shock of falling for a man—although that was largely due to the fact that no one in our inner circle had questioned what was happening with Viper. Sure, the guys gave us shit for it, but Viper had assured me they would’ve done that regardless of gender. But in the back of my mind, I considered what would happen when we got back to New York. Here, it was like being in the safety of a bubble, but what happened when we ventured outside of that? What would my family say? My friends?
And more importantly, would whatever this thing was with Viper continue once we were back to reality?
Not wanting to think any more about the what-ifs, I opened my eyes to see Viper sitting in a chair across the room, naked and with my new guitar across his lap. Dawn was just breaking, sunlight filtering in through the opening where the curtains met, giving me just enough light to see him.
Damn, he was beautiful. Not a word I ever thought I’d associate with a man, and not one Viper would ever want to be called, but it was the truth. Every inch of his smooth olive skin was on display, and it surprised me now, as it always did for some reason, that Viper wasn’t covered in tattoos—or that he didn’t at least have a few hidden ones. No, the only thing hidden on his body was the Prince Albert piercing at the head of his cock, and that had most definitely been a welcome surprise—especially because he knew just how to use it. The thought of him inside me made me shudder and lick my lips, and the small movement caught Viper’s attention.
He looked up. Strands of dark hair covered his face, and when he saw that I was awake, he tucked them behind his ear. We didn’t say anything for a long time, just stared at each other. I wondered what he was doing awake so early, but I hadn’t recognized the song he’d been playing, so maybe inspiration had struck, as it sometimes did in the dead of sleep.
“The Viper is christening my new baby, I see.” I gave him a lazy smile, content to lie there and listen to him all morning.
“Just playing with myself. Something I like to do often,” he said, shooting me a wink.
“Mmm.” I moved onto my back so I could get a better look at him. “Don’t stop on my account.”
Viper ran a hand through his hair, and as he bent down over my guitar again and began to play, I stretched out and kicked off the too-warm covers. Cool air glided over my naked body, and as I angled my head to watch Viper, his eyes shot up, immediately darkening.
“Angel…” It sounded like a warning, which only made me want to go further.
Under his perusal, my cock stirred, and as he continued to play, I decided I should join in and put my fingers to good use.
I brought my hand up to my neck and, keeping my eyes on Viper’s face, let my fingers trail down over my throat and then down my chest, pausing only to encircle one of my nipples. As Viper licked his lips, he stopped his movements, and I stopped mine.
“You play, I play,” I said, and he stared at me for a long moment before shaking his head.
“Someone woke up a fuckin’ tease.”
The music started up again, and I tweaked my nipple between my thumb and forefinger before flattening my palm and sliding it down over my abs. As the tips of my fingers reached the tight crop of curls below my hips, a low growl sounded from across the room, and I grinned in satisfaction.
Feeling every bit of Viper’s heated gaze, I brought my hand up to my mouth, and when I sucked two fingers deep inside, the song stuttered before he was able to get it back on track. Once my fingers were good and wet, I wrapped them around my growing erection, and Viper cursed.
I groaned and arched up into the tight feel of my fist as I slid my hand up and down my length, but when the music stopped again, so did I.
“You’re fuckin’ serious about this ‘you play, I play’ shit, huh?” Viper shook his head, and as his fingers plucked at the strings again and I resumed jerking myself off, he stood up from the chair and walked over to the edge of the bed. I writhed under the shadow of him, loving the way he watched me so intently, and the way he bit down on his lip like he was struggling not to say “fuck it” and climb in the bed for a taste. I’d never be opposed to that, but shit, his gaze on me as I got myself off was so hot that my pre-cum more than coated the entire length of my dick.
I matched my movements to the music, a slow, seductive melody that allowed me time to inch my way up from the base of my cock to the head in a delicious yet tormenting slide. Viper’s eyes locked on my grip, and the longer he played, the faster the music became. I wasn’t even sure Viper noticed the change as I began to pump my cock with more urgency than I had before, but as I steamed closer to release, I heard him say, “So goddamn sexy, Angel.”