“We can’t do this here,” I protested. My heart was racing, beating out my chest.

This night was so fucked up, I couldn’t even get my head around it. I gasped suddenly as Angelo’s finger slipped deep inside me. “Shit!”

“Mmm,” he groaned. “God, you look so fucking delicious like this, your pussy squeezing my finger. Fuck. I can just imagine how tight you would be around my cock.”

I tried to breathe but the pleasure was taking over, clouding my head, as Angelo pushed his fingers in and out of me, fucking me, as the palm of his hand grazed across my clit. His hand tightened around my throat, drawing my face forward.

As I dipped my head, his lips crashed down onto mine. I savored the taste of him, our tongues tangling together in a vicious battle. My fingers were tangled in his suit jacket, it was basically the only thing keeping me on my feet. My legs were weak, and I was finding it hard to find my wits.

“Damn you,” I cursed as he pulled back.

He grinned, slipping his hand around the back of my head and twisting his fingers in my hair. “Come on, Bella. You can do better than that.”

He held me captive, pulling my head back so far I was glaring at him with squinted eyes. “You’re a fucking asshole.”

Pressing his cock against my hip, he groaned, moving his mouth up next to my ear. The light brush of air tickling against my hot skin. “And you fucking love it,” he whispered.

I did.

I fucking wanted him so bad.

These stupid mind games he played with me, they were just to torture and push my damn buttons, but every single time, they fucking worked.

“Doesn’t look like there’s anyone here,” I heard one of the police officers announce loudly. “Let’s turn the lights off and get out of here. This old place gives me the fucking creeps.”

My breathing increased, my hips with a mind of their own grinding deliciously against Angelo’s hand as he worked my body like a fucking pro. The sounds of footsteps got quieter and quieter as the officers headed for the exit.

There was a loud click, and we were thrown into darkness.

It was pitch black, I couldn’t even see Angelo’s face that was still just two inches in front of me. His body still pressed against mine, holding me securely.

“Even better,” he murmured, and suddenly he was gone. My legs almost gave way, and a soft whimper left my lips at the loss of his warmth and my impending orgasm that had begun to steal all the strength from my body. His hands found my hips in the darkness, grasping the waistband of my pants and pushing them down my legs. I didn’t even have time to react, my mind in a whirl of annoyance and desperate need for the type of pleasure that I knew he could give me.

Lifting each leg, he tugged my pants over my feet and tossed them to the side and then hooked one of my legs over his shoulder. His hot mouth instantly went to my clit, and I thrust my fingers into his hair, clutching onto the strands for dear life. “Oh my God,” I gasped, looking down at him with my mouth open as my eyes began to adjust to the darkness.

I could barely see the whites of his eyes as his mouth covered my pussy, sucking and lapping at me.

He pulled back, his lips glistening with wetness. “Gonna make you scream.”

I shook my head.

No way, not here in this huge theater. If anyone comes in, they’ll hear me.

“Oh, yes, yes you will.”

“No,” I argued, the word almost coming out on a whimper as he swept his tongue through my lips.

He chuckled, lifting my other leg so both were over his shoulders and my back was pressed hard against the wall, keeping me from falling backward. “That’s right, you’re gonna fucking scream my name before the night is out.”

Slowly he pushed to his feet, and I started to panic as my back slid up the wall. I held tight to his hair to try and keep myself from falling, but when he reached full height, I realized just how damn strong Angelo was.

I looked down at him, suddenly feeling powerful, towering over him with his head between my legs, his lips brushing against my pussy. I smirked. “Lick me.”

His eyes lit up, and I could feel him smiling against me. “I’m sorry, don’t think I heard that.”

My gut twisted, need and lust burning up my body. “I want your mouth on me.”

He chuckled. “One more time.”

I glared at him, fully aware of the fact that he probably couldn’t see it. “Cocky asshole.” Tugging on his hair, I forced his face forward and lifted my hips at the same time. His tongue snaked out at that moment and caught my clit in its path.

I cried out in pleasure as I started to grind my hips against his mouth, his hands squeezing my ass cheeks almost painfully, the only thing stopping me from toppling off his shoulders. I didn’t even care.

I paused for a second, groaning in frustration as I tried to catch my breath. This was an ab workout mixed with some serious cardio. I kept building and building, but I couldn’t quite get over that hill so I could fall into bliss.

“Poor Bella can’t get herself off,” Angelo chuckled before pulling my clit into his mouth and sucking hard. The air was pulled from my lungs as he used his hands to pull apart my ass cheeks and there was suddenly a finger gathering wetness from my pussy and pulling it back to swirl around my ass. I jumped at the odd feeling, never really having had anyone touch me there before. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just different.

His hands held me captive as a finger pressed lightly against it, not even enough pressure to slip inside. My body started to tingle, the odd sensation coupled with the way Angelo was sucking on my clit like the world’s most delicious lollypop.

My orgasm hit me unexpectedly. It had been such a slow build and then suddenly I’d shot to the top and thrown myself off. “Angelo!” I cried out, my body shaking, my legs tightening around his neck so hard I thought I might strangle him.

He slowly lowered me to the ground and untangled my body from his, while my head was still floating through the clouds in bliss. I held onto the wall as he placed my feet back on the ground.

“I want to see you,” I said quietly, my voice sexy and husky. I licked my lips as I heard his footsteps disappear and the flick of several lights came on.

When he appeared again, he gathered my pants and clothes and took my hand, leading me back down the side of the stage and into the front row. He stepped back, taking a seat, his eyes lit up with fire, predatory almost. It was want, but not the kind of want you see in the eyes of guys my age who just want to get in your pants. The want I saw within Angelo’s eyes was more than that, more than just a momentary thing. It was intense, and it was powerful—not like he wanted to fuck me, but like he wanted to keep me… and never give me back.

And all I could think was, that’s fine with me.

“Dance, this time, just for me.”

I frowned at his request, but the fierce look in his eyes that would usually make me want to fight back and tell him no, this time had the opposite effect and urged me on. I moved my hips first, hearing a slow tune in my head, something dramatic and sexy.

I moved closer, my steps light and floaty as I turned and twisted my body for several minutes, strangely unbothered by how my entire bottom half was naked, given I’d never danced without at least a leotard on.

His hands gripped the armrests of the seat, his fingers wrapped tight around the ends as I slipped down to the floor into the splits. My hands climbed their way up his legs, and I pulled mine in so I was kneeling in front of him as my fingers strategically unclasped his belt followed by the top button and zipper.

I was still wet, the moisture and my release coating the inside of my thighs, but when I pulled his cock from his pants, I swear that if there was a god up there he had blessed this man, and me, because I just knew I was going to feel this tomorrow.

And I was going to fucking love that.

I took him in my hand, gently stroking up and down, giving my heart time to stop racing and enjoying the way he felt. I leaned forward, the tip of my tongue flicking across the head and causing it to twitch.

An animalistic growl left his throat, and his hands moved like lightning, one wrapped around my wrist while the other threaded through my hair, tugging it and drawing me back. I looked up and met his eyes.

“Birth control?”

I nodded as much as I could.

“Good. I don’t want your mouth, I want this.” He released my wrist and leaned forward, swiping two fingers through my pussy, causing me to almost come again with just one single touch. My body shook, and I steadied myself by holding on to his knees.

His fingers glistened with the wetness of my pussy, and he wiped it on his thick cock before giving it a couple of hard tugs.

Angelo didn’t ask me to sit down, he didn’t tell me to climb on his dick and ride it, nope. That wasn’t him. He wanted control, and I was learning that he liked to do it physically. His fingers tightened in my hair, and he pulled me forward. The only option I had was to put my legs on either side of his, and even then, there was very little room. He drew me down, so I was sitting on his cock that was flat against his body. I wanted to shift my hips, to try and find some friction, but I couldn’t move.

He released my hair for barely a second, enough time to strip me of my shirt and leave me completely fucking naked, while he was still almost completely dressed.

“I don’t think this is fair,” I whispered as his hands swept up my sides, cupping my breasts and squeezing them softly.

“You don’t have to think anything is fair,” he commented, leaning forward and flicking his tongue over one of my budded nipples. “What’s fair is that you already got to come, and now I get to use you to make myself come.”

“Use me?” I grabbed his wrist and tried to pull his hand away but was unsuccessful. “You’re a prick.”

“Trust me, you’ll fucking love it, and then you’ll be begging to hand me over control of your body,” he shot back, moving his hand between my legs and giving my clit a flick before lifting his dick upward.

He pulled away, and instead of letting me slide down slowly and become accustomed to his size and length, he grabbed my hips and pushed them down at the same time he lifted his.

I cried out, “Shit!”

A mixture of pain and holy fucking God that felt good.

I fought to catch my breath, but within a second I realized he wasn’t about to let me do that.

“Gonna be hard and fast. Which is why I couldn’t stand having your mouth on me,” he said, his voice scratchy, like he was struggling to control himself.

I nodded, and within seconds he was using and abusing my body, pulling my hips down with his hands while he would thrust upward with his. He just continued to pound away inside me, over and fucking over again, relentlessly.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath.

I dug my fingers into his shoulders, with no doubt that tomorrow there would be bruises. I was so stretched, so full, and it felt like every time he thrust in again, it was filling me even more.

“Shit,” I cursed, throwing my head back, my hair tickling the top of my ass cheeks.

Angelo’s warm wet mouth collected my nipple and I groaned, the feeling shooting straight to my clit like an electric shock startling my body, telling me something beautiful was coming… again.

The scratch of his beard mixed with the softness of his mouth was enough to drive me fucking crazy, I wanted to move faster, harder, but with Angelo controlling how fast and deep he went, I found myself pleading for more.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Harder.”

Angelo chuckled, his tongue trailing across my chest to the other breast. He didn’t move, letting me know with finality that he was in control and that there was nothing I could do about it. He drove me crazy, building me up and then letting me drop back.

“Hold on,” he snapped, even though I wasn’t really sure what he expected me to hold on to. Because at that point, I was barely grasping my sanity. “Like fucking heaven.”

That was it, he held my hips still while he hammered away inside me.

“Oh my God!” The trigger went off and I was exploding, my body shaking as I tried to hold on for the ride.

With one final thrust, Angelo wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him. I could feel him coming as my pussy continued to clamp down around him in aftershocks. I fell forward, settling my face in the crook of his neck while the both of us fought for the air around us, heaving in deep breath after deep breath, not willing to share.

His hairline was wet, and I could feel sweat dripping down my spine. I didn’t care about what kind of state I was in at that moment, or the fact that I’d just fucked the sexiest man I’d ever met, in a theater that I’d always dreamed of dancing in.

His hands had become so soft, maybe even gentle. A soft kiss pressed to the top of my head, then a finger hooked under my chin, lifting my face. I went with it, not expecting his lips to find mine in the most beautiful, tender kiss I’d ever felt in my life.

His arms cradled me against his body like I was the most precious gift, and he didn’t want to break me, while his lips told me all the emotions swimming through his head. I was stunned, moved, and just happy to finally be able to share a part of him that I knew came from a place so deep inside that the possibility of no one else having ever seen it could be quite real.

I felt safe in his arms, and in that moment, I felt cherished.

I just hoped this was something that was going to last.