Chapter 14
Monty barely made it to the passenger side of his SUV, after parking outside of Angel’s apartment, before she launched herself at him. Tongues tangling, they fought for dominance as their lips met. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he struggled to beep the locks on the SUV and moved them to her door.
“Keffs,” he mumbled, their mouths still attached as their heads twisted back and forth, noses bumping.
“Hmm?” she muttered back, not willing to pause the kiss.
Without speaking again, he grabbed her purse from her shoulder and his fingers fumbled in the bag as he attempted to find her keys while pressing her body against the door.
“Ohmph,” she grunted against his mouth, slipping her hand in one of the side pockets of her purse while her lips remained firmly locked to his.
Holding her with one hand on her ass and her body balanced against the doorframe, he managed to unlock the door. Opening it, they tumbled up the first two stairs before he remembered to kick it shut and flip the deadbolt.
Angel grabbed his face in her hands, holding him in place as her lips moved over his, sucking his tongue into her warmth. Twisting, Monty set her ass on the steps as he slid his hand underneath the hem of her dress and up her thigh till he found the lacy top of her stockings.
She released him long enough to slide up two more stair steps so he had easier access to her legs. She lifted one leg, offering her high heel for him to pull off and toss behind him. Giggling, she raised her other foot and that shoe went flying down the stairs as well.
Her pink lips were kiss swollen and he leaned over her body as it reclined on the stairs. His hands slid back up her dress, latching his fingers in the tops of her thigh-high stockings. Pulling one slowly down her leg, the silk was tossed to the side. Moving to the other leg, he removed the second bit of silk and lace the same way.
She used her hands to scoot up two more stairs. “You want me, big boy? Come and get me,” she teased as she twisted and attempted to scramble up the stairs to her apartment.
She only managed to make it up three steps when he wrapped his arm around her waist, lifting her in his arms. Slamming his lips on hers again, he carried her to the landing. She reached behind her, opening the door to her apartment.
He set her feet on the floor as their hands unbuttoned her coat while attempting to maintain their kiss. Shoving the purple wool garment off her shoulders and down her arms, it puddled on the floor next to the door.
They separated for a moment, breaths ragged and chests heaving. Her eyes twinkled as she slowly turned, lifting her mass of blonde and colorful hair with her hands, presenting the back zipper of her dress to him.
He stepped closer, his nimble fingers unzipping the garment leisurely as though he had all the time in the world.
“Hurry, Monty,” she pouted.
“No way, Cupcake,” he murmured in her ear, his warm breath washing over her neck. “Like any tasty treat, I want to savor you slowly.”
Once the zipper was resting at the top of her ass, he slid his hands into the material at her upper back and parted the dress as it shifted off her shoulders and slithered to the floor. She turned deliberately, now clad only in a violet silk demi bra and matching panties.
Monty slid his hand from her shoulder down her arm, barely touching her skin before he grasped her hand in his, stepping back to admire her beauty. Her porcelain skin appeared luminescent in the moonlight streaming through the colorful sheers on the windows. Her breasts poured over the cups of her bra and he lifted his other hand, trailing his fingers over the delicate lace and soft mounds.
Her nipples, barely contained in the material, beaded against his touch. Their hardened pearls begged for his mouth. Obliging, he tugged the cups down, lifting her breasts. Wrapping both arms around her waist, he pulled one nipple deep into his mouth, watching as her head fell back exposing her long neck.
Her fingers held onto his shoulders, the short nails digging in as his mouth did wondrous things to her breasts. Moan after moan filled the air, barely cognizant that the sounds erupted from her own mouth.
Monty was lost in the feel of her luscious mounds against his face as he moved from one breast to the other, deeply sucking each nipple in, nipping it with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue.
She managed to work her hand between their bodies, unsnapping the front closure of her bra and wiggling just enough to slide it down her arms before tossing it to the growing trail of clothes. With her breasts now completely free, she grabbed his shoulders once more.
He carry-walked her into the bedroom, setting her feet back to the floor before he stepped away. Dropping to his knees, he pressed his face against her silk panties, the scent of her sex rising to meet him. Dragging one finger along the material, he found the evidence of her arousal.
Moving his mouth over the silk, he felt her fingers dig into his shoulders as her legs involuntarily separated. Hooking his forefinger in the top of the flimsy material, he tugged it down her legs allowing her to kick it off once it reached her feet.
With her now completely naked, he placed his large hand in the middle of her stomach and pushed her backward onto the bed. Unable to move, she allowed him to pull her core to the edge of the bed, where he buried his face.
If he thought her bubblegum lips were ambrosia, her wet pussy was a drug. Lapping her juices as he plunged his tongue inside, he knew he was ruined for any other woman. The essence of Angel was now his addiction.
He moved his lips upward to latch onto her clit as he inserted one finger deep inside. Curling it, he found the exact spot that caused her hips to buck off the mattress. Smiling against her folds, he watched as she leaned up on her elbows to watch him, her eyelids half closed in passion.
“Monty…I…I…need…”
Answering her with another suck on her clit, she flung herself back on the bed, her hips undulating against his face. Her insides tightened and her breathing became more ragged. “I…ah…” As he added another finger deep inside her pussy, he lifted the other hand to her breast and rolled her nipple between his fingers while giving one last tug on her clit. Her senses on overload, she flung over the precipice as her orgasm roared through her.
Quivering, she allowed her body to go along for the ride until the last spasm slowed. Angel was aware of her back on the bed with her legs over Monty’s shoulders as the cool of the room finally penetrated. Lifting her head to peer down at him once more, she saw his slow, easy smile as he licked her juices from his fingers.
She crooked her finger at him, a twinkle in her blue eyes. “Come here, honey. I want to taste myself on you.”
He stood first, unbuttoning his shirt as her eyes watched him eagerly. Agonizingly slow, he undid the buttons at the wrists before moving to the neck and undoing each one as a lazy smile lit his face.
Pouting, she narrowed her eyes. “If you want to keep that shirt intact, you’d better hurry up or I’ll rip it from your body.”
Laughing, he complied, quickly stripping it from his body. His pants followed, allowing her to focus on his prominent erection. He watched as she licked her plump lips as he crawled over her body. Her curves beckoned and her long hair spilled over her pillows. Jesus, I’m fucked. Totally. Completely. Fucked. No woman in his past could compare. And the only woman he wanted in his future was his Cupcake.
Finally at her lips, he latched on, moving deliberately over her. She tasted herself on his tongue—the heady combination of her juices and his own scent had her pussy quivering again. Pulling him in tightly with her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck, she begged, “I need you inside now, Monty. Please…”
He pulled away from her arms as he raised up, twisting his body as he leaned over to the snatch his wallet from his pants. Grabbing a condom, he rolled it on slowly. Lifting himself back over her, he placed his eager cock at her entrance.
“I’m crazy about you, Angel,” he confessed. “There’s no other woman for me.”
Her brilliant smile was his reward. Pushing into her tight warmth, he let out a sigh as his body found its home. Moving deliberately, he refused to give into the desire to rush. Thrusting, first slowly and then faster, he found his pace as his cock dragged along the inside of her pussy, the friction causing his arms to quiver as they held himself over her body.
Angel bent her legs at the knees, opening herself as wide as she possibly could to accommodate his body. His pelvis rubbed against her clit, the shivers it elicited starting from somewhere deep inside and beginning to shoot outwards. The pressure built as she climbed higher and she threw her head back on the mattress, her eyes tightly shut, sparks flying in the darkness behind her eyelids.
“Come, baby,” he encouraged. “Let go and come with me.” His order was gentle, but the meaning was clear. He was holding on by a thread and wanted her going with him.
Still thrusting, he leaned down taking a taut nipple into his mouth, biting slightly as he tugged on the sensitive flesh.
Screaming his name she fell apart, the sparks finally igniting the explosion ripping through her body. He watched as her face tensed with the power of her orgasm as his balls tightened and his own climax roared through him and into her. His arms quivered as they held him up, the muscles in his neck stood out as he strained before collapsing onto her waiting body.
For a moment they lay, their breaths labored, as the euphoria washed over them. Realizing he weighed her down into the mattress, he rolled to the side, taking her with him. Their bodies still crushed together, slick with sweat. Her breasts pressed against his chest, heartbeat to heartbeat.
Slipping out of the bed several minutes later, he hurried to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. Stalking back into the room, comfortable in his nudity, he saw her eyes roving his body. “Like what you see, Cupcake?”
“Mmm,” was her answer and she moved to her knees on the bed, patting the mattress next to her.
Lifting an eyebrow at her as his cock jumped to life once more, he stealthily walked toward her. The idea of her pink lips around his dick knocked all other thoughts from his mind. Sitting next to her, she pushed him on his back and threw her leg over his thighs. Bending over, she shimmied down his legs until she was sitting on his ankles.
Monty watched as her breasts hung down, her dusty nipples tantalizingly close. Reaching out, he rolled and pinched their sensitive flesh, eliciting moans from her lips.
Jerking her head back down, she smiled as she leaned her body down further, slipping her full lips around the head of his cock. It did not take long for his cock to respond with her swirling tongue around the sensitive rim. Pressing her hand down on his stomach when his hips bucked up, she moved her lips up and down his impressive girth, relishing in the taste of him on her tongue.
He leaned up, the sight of her mouth sliding up and down his length nearing undoing him immediately. His cock twitched inside her mouth, causing her to giggle. The vibrations from her mouth to his dick had him smiling. The tightening in his lower back alerted him to the oncoming orgasm and he wanted to be buried in her again.
Angling his body forward, he pulled out of her mouth with a pop, surprising Angel with his movement.
“What—”
“Want to be buried deep in you when I come, baby,” he growled. He reached for another condom, rolled it on, then, taking her by the waist, hoisted her over his body. Flipping her quickly to her stomach, he grabbed her hips pulling her ass up toward him. Looking down at her heart shaped ass, he palmed the soft globes before plunging to the hilt into her slick pussy.
Glancing sideways to the mirror over the dresser they both watched, fascinated, as her breasts swayed with each thrust. The sight of their joining, as he moved in and out, held their gaze for a moment until their eyes met through the reflection. Her blonde hair, some clinging to her sweaty forehead, rippled as she moved, allowing the colored tresses to catch the light.
Smiling, he leaned over her back, palming her generous breasts, tweaking her nipples. She groaned as she moved backward, pressing against his thrusts.
“I’m ready, baby. Are you close?” he panted, using all his control to keep from blowing his balls before she had a chance to fly again.
With his body pressed against her, he reached around, moving his fingers through her moist folds and pressing his thumb against her clit. She cried out once again, throwing her head back against his neck as the tremors blossomed into a full-blown explosion. He followed her into bliss as his orgasm blasted its way from his body to hers.
His legs quivered with the force of his orgasm, expending all his energy. Pulling out reluctantly, he disposed of the condom once more. She lay face down on the bed, arms spread out to the side, her breath coming in gasps. He returned from the bathroom, sitting down next to her. Running his hand down her back and over her ass, several times, he worked to steady his own breathing.
“You okay, Cupcake?” he asked.
Nodding was her answer and she was glad it was the only answer required. Chuckling, he lay down, rolling her body so that it was facing his. She placed her head on his shoulder as she looked into his eyes, feeling his arms circling around her body.
“You understand where I’m coming from, don’t you?” he asked.
Still drowning in post-coital bliss, she could only suck in her lips, uncertainty on her face.
Brushing her hair back from her face, he rested his hand on her cheek. “Never saw it coming, but I’ve got to tell you that from the moment I saw you in that restaurant, something about you called to me. I tried to fight it. But it’s there and it’s real. I’m falling for you, Angel.”
The smile on her lips started slowly. Barely a curve of the edges of her mouth. But then it blossomed into a brilliant smile, warming him completely. Nuzzling her nose alongside his, she whispered, “I’ve already fallen, Monty. I’m already in deep.”
Laughing, he leaned down, grabbing the sheets and comforter, pulling them up over their still cooling bodies. He loved there was no pretense with her. Not coy…just real. Tucking her in closely, he combed his fingers through her hair, brushing it back over her shoulder. Placing a gentle kiss where his fingers roamed, he murmured, “Sleep now. Round three will come soon.”