Angel (23 page)

I gave my girl a quick nod as she looked up at me, careful not to let anyone see.  She was so sweet, even when those bottom feeders treated her like a piece of shit, she still didn’t want to hurt them.  She was a better person than me; I would have firebombed the whole table if I had my way.

I got a hold of my hard on and took about a hundred deep breaths. Thank fuck when I got back to the table, all the garbage crap were on the dance floor falling all over each other.  I slipped down next to my girl, careful to sit next to her, not on top of her like I wanted.

“They’re going to see us.”  Her sweet, glossy, rose pink lips looked so beautiful, all I could think of was what they would feel like around my cock.

“I don’t give a fuck anymore.  I’m ready to blow this whole shit show up right now, babygirl.”

I slipped my hand down and my head felt like it was going to explode as I felt the sweet soft skin just above her knee.  Of course, I couldn’t stop there, and found my way slowly upward, under the hem of her skirt, listening to her breathing get faster.

“Ryder...
oh my god
.”  She lowered her head, whispering, looking like she was praying, and I almost lost my shit knowing she liked what I was doing to her. 

Only a few inches more. I grazed the outside of her panties, feeling her body jerk and twitch as my fingers opened her legs under the white linen tablecloth.  She was shaking, and I looked up at her face to see her dark eyelashes flutter over her round, brown eyes.

“Open your legs,”  I hissed in her ear, knowing she would do whatever I asked. “Farther.”

“Ryder...”  My name on her lips only made me detach from reality even more as I could feel the moisture even on the outside of her panties.  The sweet, white, cotton lace trimmed panties that I had bought her yesterday just for tonight.  If it wasn’t going to be my face, I wanted to know something from me was up against that sweet little pussy all night. 

I rubbed softly on the outside of the crotch of the panties, watching her closely. She swallowed hard, and I knew I had to get my fingers up inside her and make her cum while she sat there, looking out at her evil sister and drunk parents dancing like they were riding the wave at Chateau Marmot.

So much for getting my cock under control on my little walk, that beast was back with a vengeance, and I was thankful for the low light in the banquet hall.  I could have fucked her by now. There have been plenty of chances, plenty of time together over the couple weeks or so since I’ve been back.  But my girl wasn’t ready.  She had some fucked up idea that because she wasn’t a bulimic skeleton like her sister and her friends, that if I saw her naked I would run.  Jesus, I had to teach this beauty her true value. I planned to.

She sat there like a glorious diamond among the sewage of the room.  I still couldn’t wrap my head around the enigma that was Chloe.  Beautiful, fuck yeah. And she was sexy as hell with those lips, that sweet round face, those brown eyes that looked right through me. 

But it was more than just her looks. She had the spirit of a broken colt, but the brain of a scholar and the talent of Raphael.  Only, her family didn’t value any collateral other than the color green and some fucked up version of fake pageant beauty.

I thank Christ they had left her alone for the most part, so she could at least be herself. Sure, she needed me to help her remember how valuable she was, how inherently beautiful, but that would come in time.  She was natural and there was nothing make-up, some diet, hair color or silicone could ever do to improve on her.

“I want you to cum...” I whispered into to her ear. 

“Ryder, please...” Her voice rose into that sweet higher register.

“Shhh, open...” I instructed.

She obeyed, thankfully, because I was about to scream “Fire” and get everyone the hell out of here if she held back any longer. 

The feel of her slick wetness wrapping around my fingers had my cock tall and tight, ready to shred metal.  But my sweet angel needed this, and I had to fight my own dog like nature to bring her the pleasure she deserved, letting my own needs wait. 

She was getting close to being ready for me to take her for real, and after what was going to go down tonight, I was fucking positive she would finally understand there was never going to be anyone else for me but her.  She was the one hung up on how she looked, I told her every chance I got how fucking sexy she was, how hard she made my cock.  I wanted her to feel like she was the only person in the world when I was with her. 

“God...” She closed her eyes, barely able to keep her voice in check.  It was just what I was looking for.

“You want my fingers inside you don’t you baby?”  I whispered, keeping a scout eye out on the dance floor for the trio of trash to come sloshing back to the table.  What I saw was a drunken mass of human waste pulsing and slipping on the slick wooden floor.  Whatever they were laughing at was unclear to anyone that had decided to remain sober.

“Yes, here.  You’re creaming all over my fingers, so just let go, babygirl.  Tell me you want my fingers...” 

Watching her cheeks turn into crimson blazes of heat made me only want to see and hear her cum that much more.  Luckily, our table was in the back corner of the banquet hall. There were a couple drunks sitting at another eight top next to us, but they were oblivious.

She needed a push.

“Fucking say it...”  I used my Sargent voice.  I slid the tips of my fingers up and over her engorged little hard nub, giving it a good flick while watching her eyes fall to half-mast and her mouth make a little gasp.

I felt her hips take a quick hitch lower, giving me the access I needed to get into the deeper center of her heaven.  If I was being honest with myself, what I really wanted to do was throw her down on the table and feast on her for supper, but instead I had to settle for making her cum all over my hand.

“I want your fingers inside me ...”  She cocked her head lower, whispering in that babygirl voice that made me lose my shit.

Her hips shifted again, and I knew I had her.  She couldn’t pretend with me, and I couldn’t with her.  There were no hard edges between us; it was lightening bolt energy, like invisible fibers had sewn us together somewhere along the line. 

My only frustration was her own lack of confidence in herself, but, like I said, the fucks that raised her had done that, and it was going to be my job to undo it.

Taking another quick look out at the trash trio, I took my middle finger and followed the hot, wet folds down until I felt that heavenly spot and pressed inside her innocent body.  If I didn’t have my fingers stirring inside my precious angel, I would have been filled with rage watching those fucks out there making assholes of themselves, but lucky for me, my baby was here and at least part of me was inside her.

She was purring next to me, and I felt my cock pushing painfully up against the waist of my pants.  It took a special part of my brain, something deep inside from my SEAL training to give me the discipline I needed to not ravage her right here and now.

I pressed inside, just beyond my first knuckle, letting the clutches of her virgin walls tense around my finger.  She gushed as I palmed her open slit, grinding against her engorged nub, back and forth, slipping in just far enough to tease her and give her a little jolt as I toyed with that special spot just inside.

Never had I dreamed I could actually have this ravenous feeling of possession and protection over a girl.  No other girl had ever made me want her, not like this.  I felt like she was born just for me and it was my job on this planet to take care of her.

Baby’s juices were streaming over my fingers. Her breath was coming in short little gulps. I felt the clutch of her walls grab me like she was hanging onto my probing finger for life itself.  I gave it everything she needed, my hand making circles in time with my slick finger pulsing in and out.  She was close; I could feel it like a magnetic pulse flowed between us.

“Mmmm...”  She moaned, her hips cocked and her opening gushed all over my hand. 

“That’s my girl...cum baby...”

I knew it was all she needed, to hear me whisper that magic in her ear. 

Her tiny hand fell low under the table to dig her nails into my wrist as I worked up under her skirt, her mouth opening and the most beautiful noises fell from her candy sweet lips.  Feeling those little convulsions and the river of juice that came out of her almost made me fucking jizz in my pants.

There wasn’t anything I had been through, even during hell week, even all the missions that had left us running for our lives in caves and dirt all over the world, that trumped the kind of control I had to show right now over my own desire. 

“Oh my god...” Her face dropped.  Long, shimmering waves of her dark chestnut hair fell over her pink cheeks, and she shook and came all over my hand.

I gave her a second to gather herself, then I slowly slipped my dripping hand out from inside those sweet white panties.  I could smell her on my fingers, and I knew I had to take a break to spread that sweet slippery juice over my own granite rod in the men’s room and give myself some relief or the rest of this shit evening was going to be hell.

“I’ll be back, babygirl.”  I gave her a quick peck on the cheek.  We’re done hiding.

Her hand reached up to grab my wrist. Those wide eyes had nothing on a baby doe, and my heart seized up in my chest.

“Thank you.” 

My balls threaten to heave right there. She fucking thanked me for making her cum, doesn’t she realize that every orgasm she has is her priceless gift to me?

“Baby, I love you. I just need a minute.  Don’t move. I’ll be back, and then we’re going to light this shit up tonight.  Okay? 
Don’t move
.” 

I looked down at her from under my brow.  She didn’t always listen and we needed to work on that, but for now, I just needed to her mind this one thing while I took a minute to stroke her effect on me into some tissue in the bathroom.

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Chapter One

CHAD

“
H
arder.  Can’t you do it harder?”

The voice of the girl Roger has bent over in the bathroom echoes in the tall ceilings of this century old farmhouse. “Oh, fuck yeah, do it
harder
.”  This chick likes to give out orders.  “Up a little. No, not... yes! Stop there, now. Do it now. Do it harder. Faster!  Can you go fast?” 

I’m in town barely two hours and already I’m glad I haven’t unpacked because I’m rethinking my decision to move back. I press my fingers into my eyebrows trying to stave off the thundering headache that is gaining momentum, listening to my best friend plow some chick on the other side of the bathroom door.

Through the door it’s Roger now.  “Can you, you know, shut the fuck up?”  He sounds wound as tight as a lasso around a mustang’s neck. He’s had her in there too long for his taste already, and I know Roger; he wants to get in and get out, and all her instruction is keeping him from the finish line.

A groaning chuckle gathers in my throat until I can’t hold back. 

Not because I think it’s funny.  To the contrary, it’s because Roger hasn’t changed at all in the time I’ve been gone.  Myself, I haven’t touched a woman since before I’d left Michigan years ago.  If I think about it, it’s gotta be five?  Six years since I’ve even been on a date let alone anything else.

And Roger’s still on his quest to touch as many women as possible.  We’re best friends, but sometimes I wonder how.

In a solid hundred year old farmhouse like this, you might expect the walls to deaden the sound, but the acoustics must be something else because it just seems to be amplified. Fuck, if I closed my eyes I could imagine they’re putting on a sex show right here next to his mother’s old davenport.

I don’t even realize that I’m gritting my teeth until my jaw pops and a jolt of pain darts through my brain.  When Roger picked me up at the airport, I told him all I wanted was a shower and a bed.  Unfortunately, I failed to specify that the bed should be empty.