Angel

It’s noon, and River and I have spent a good portion of the night and morning making love all over his house. He insisted we sleep for a few hours around three a.m. so that I wouldn’t be worn out for my meeting with Ms. Onyx today. That lasted a total of six hours before we were awake and tangled in each other’s arms again.

Showered, semi-rested and thoroughly sated, I emerge from his bathroom wrapped in a towel.

“I’m going to need to throw my clothes in the dryer. I have to get home and get ready for my meeting. Any chance I can catch a ride?”

He is lying in bed with a towel wrapped around his waist, with one arm behind his head and the other pointing a remote at the television. He makes lounging around watching TV look incredibly sexy. In fact, the scene looks like a modeling shoot for men’s underwear—if he were wearing any, which he is not.

He drops the remote and scoots himself up in bed, leaning against the headboard.

“Nope, no can do.”

I arch one eyebrow high. “You’re the one who arranged this meeting for me, and now you’re going to make it difficult for me to go?”

He smiles and points at the seating area on the other side of the bed, where several boxes and shopping bags are sitting on the coffee table.

“What’s that?”

“Everything you need to wow Cammie Onyx besides your talent and perfect beauty, of course. I’d say you’ve got that covered.”

I pad across the thick, plush white carpet to the table. The bags are from Chanel, Louboutin, and Sax Fifth Avenue.

“This is for me?”

“I can’t have my girlfriend showing up in just anything. I had my personal shopper pick up some things so you could get ready here. I’ll drop you off at your meeting.”

“Louboutin shoes?” I touch the box and look at him.

“Open it.”

I slide open the brown box, tugging on a tab on one end. Inside is a gorgeous pair of black patent leather heels with bright red soles.

“This is too much, River. I mean, they’re beautiful, but you didn’t have to do that. I have things I could wear.”

“I know, but I thought a star ought to show up looking like a star.”

“I’m just a dancer, River, not a star. I do thank you for getting me this opportunity, though, I would never have met Cammie without you.”

“You are shockingly unaware of how talented you are, aren’t you?”

“I see myself dance. I know I’m good, but there are so many who are better than I am.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. I’m willing to bet there are only a handful of people on earth who are as good as or better than you. It’s cool, though. I’ll let Cammie tell you. Maybe it takes someone who is entirely removed from the situation to validate your talent and make you believe in yourself.”

“Maybe.”

“Grab the Sax bag. It has makeup and hair things in it, and I had them deliver some personal items so you can brush your teeth and whatnot.”

“You thought of everything.”

“I did, including what goes under that Chanel dress that I’m going to take off you after your meeting.”

I peruse the bags with my eyes and find a black one marked Kiki de Montparnasse. I reach for it and hold it up.

“This?” I say, and he nods with a smile.

“I’m taking it all into your ridiculous closet to get dressed.”

“Be my guest. Make yourself at home. There’s plenty of room up there for you.”

“There’s room for a family of ten up there,” I say, puffing air from my nose.

I pick up the bags and shoebox and start for the stairs that lead to his little private clothing store when he stops me.

“Angel, there’s just one more thing I need you to do.”

I look at him out of the corner of my eye and ask, “What?”

“When you have on the shoes and lingerie, come to the top of the stairs and show me.”

“Is there anything in here?” I ask, holding up the feather light black sack. I can just see him giving me an empty clump of tissue so I would have to traipse around in my birthday suit and heels. The funny part of that is I’d do it without being tricked. Making River smile is fast becoming one of my favorite things to do.

“Of course.”

“I’ll be back.”

“I’ll just watch you go.”

I glance over my shoulder and smile at him while he blatantly stares at my ass as I walk away.

His closet is very comfortable. There are plush couches and various tables, a freestanding shepherd hook to hang my dress on while I do my makeup and hair, and even another television and sound system.

I hang the Chanel bag on the hook and unzip it. Inside is a perfectly tailored pair of black slacks that flare slightly at the bottom, a classic sleeveless white blouse, and a short jacket. I assumed it would be a dress, but I like this. It says I’m a dancer, but I’m smart too.

I sit down on the floor in front of a full-length mirror to fix my hair and apply my makeup. River has indeed thought of everything—hair dryer, toothbrush, makeup, deodorant, and a flat iron.

When I’m finished, I stand up and shake out my long mane of silky black hair and peek inside the Kiki bag and find a lace nude matching bra and panty set. They are the most delicate things I’ve ever handled, and I bet they cost more than my entire wardrobe at home.

I stand in front of a three-way mirror and step into the panties, shimmy into the bra, and slide my feet into the gorgeous Louboutins.

When I look up, I’m shocked at how I look. I’ve lived in barely there costumes most of my adult life, but none of them made me look as sultry and seductive as this lingerie and shoe combination.

Well, he wanted to see me. I don’t think it’s a good idea when I’m on such a tight timeline, but here goes nothing.

I tread carefully in the new shoes to the railing that runs between the split staircases. I clear my throat to get his attention.

He tips his head up and flops back onto the bed on his back.

“You are a vision. Now I see why your parents named you Angel.”

He tucks his hands under his head, and I do a little turn for him and hold my arms over my head, making a halo with my hands.

“You can play around all you want, but you ought to be in the Victoria Secret catalog with a pair of wings. You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Thank you. I’m not sure I’d go that far, but I’ll admit this is a good look for me.”

“Good? No, baby, it’s an off the charts look for you. You’re drop-dead gorgeous, and you’re mine.”

I place my hands on the railing and push my breasts out, leaning forward to give him a better view of what is his.

“Okay, you have to go get dressed, or I’m going to come up there and give you this.” He whips off his towel, and his thick, heavy erection springs free right before he jumps out of bed and runs up the stairs.

I screech and run giggling in my new heels to the hook where my outfit hangs. I snap the slacks off the hanger, quickly slipping my legs into them before he makes it to the top. When he does, he slows down and, naked from head to toe, he stalks me in a circle like I am his prey.

I try like crazy to ignore my racing heart and the pool of moisture that just formed between my legs. And I also try to ignore his big cock bouncing along as he circles me, but it's useless.

I take the blouse and slip it over my shoulders and begin to button it from top to bottom, but I only finish three before he’s pouncing.

“I don’t want to mess you up, Angel, but you’re so tempting.”

He reaches out and pulls me closer by the waist of my slacks.

I lean in to kiss him but stop right before his mouth and place my hands on his smooth, hard chest. I kneel before him and look up into his dark blue hooded eyes. His cock twitches before me, and I take it in my hands and stroke up and down, cradling his balls in my other hand.

He moans, and I lick the bead of pre-come from the tip of his cock and swirl it around with my tongue while he watches. Slowly, I wrap my cherry red lips around his cock and suck him deep into my warm mouth until he hits the back of my throat.

His hands fly to the sides of my head, and he guides his cock in and out at his own pace. He widens his stance so he can go deeper, and I take every silky vein-covered inch of him over and over. I let him fuck my mouth while I dig my nails into the muscles of his rock hard ass and breathe in the smell of his masculine body wash.

I can feel him swell as I swirl my tongue around his cock when he slides in. His grip on my hair tightens every time I suck him all the way to the tip before he plunges back in.

He’s close. His muscles are twitching, and his legs are trembling when he goes in deep one last time before his orgasm hits hard. I suck and swallow and lick every last drop as he reverently yells my name out loud.

When his legs relax, I let him slip from my mouth and drag my hands down his legs as I sit back and prop my butt on my heels and look up at his very satisfied face.

“Fuck, Angel, that’s not what I came up here for. I know you have to look perfect for your meeting. I was just messing around.”

I poke my bottom lip out and pout. “You didn’t like it?” I ask, knowing full well he loved it.

He pulls me up by my hands and cups my cheek with one of his.

“There was not one single tiny, itty bitty thing about it that I didn’t fucking love. You surprised me, that’s all. Thank you very much. I might just live until tonight now.”

I lean forward and kiss him between his pecs. “You’re an oversexed maniac, you know that?” I say in a teasing tone.

“Yeah, and you love it.”

“That I do.”

“Okay, I have to get dressed if I’m going to drive you to your meeting, and you need to reapply that sexy ass red lip gloss.”

I press my fingers to my mouth. He’s right. Not a drop of lip-gloss to be found.

“Oh, and I have one more thing for you before we go.”

I tip my head to the side and look at him in disbelief. What else could there possibly be?

“Put your jacket on and meet me in the foyer,” he says, backing away several steps before he turns and saunters down an aisle of casual clothes to pick some mouth-watering metrosexual outfit to wear. I watch his tight ass and the muscles of his back flex and relax as he goes.

“You’re staring at my ass, aren’t you?” he calls over his shoulder.

“No,” I say with a smile in my voice.

“You’re a shitty liar, Pretty Dancer.”

“Yeah, yeah. That’s to your benefit, Football Man.”

“True, I like that.”

“Honest Angel. That’s what they call me.”

He throws his head back and laughs. “Do they really?”

“No, but you can if you want.”

“I like Pretty Dancer better.”

“Me too.” I slip on the jacket and reapply my lip gloss before leaving River to work his clothing magic.