by Skyler Andra
My answer came as he scooped off a chunk of pumpkin and mashed it until it was soft and fluffy. He pushed aside the plate and returned to me.
Slowly, without taking his gaze off me—like a lion preparing to devour its prey—his hands slid up my thighs, feeling every inch of me. He smiled, then bit his lip as his hands inched up under my skirt. I leaned my head back, absorbing the wondrous feel of his skin on mine. With a rougher and eager touch, he tugged at my underwear. I gasped as he removed them with skill and speed, dropping them at his feet. I smiled at him when we made eye contact. Measured. Controlled. Perfect.
His large hands spread my legs wide with ease. Not that I would resist when I throbbed for him. The teasing was killing me. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take before splitting apart. He stuck his finger in the pumpkin and held it up. Assuming he wanted me to suck it off, I leaned forward, parting my lips.
“No,” he commanded, pulling away his finger.
I laughed nervously. “What are you going to do with it?”
He bent down on his knees, kissing each of my calves as he leaned in. “You’ll see.”
He reached out his finger, spreading the cooled pumpkin on the outside of my moist folds. “Lay back.”
22
Jophiel
“No,” I said, shuddering with anticipation. I didn’t have any objection at all to what he planned to do with me. He just had my curiosity peaked, and I wanted to watch.
“Let me do this,” he rasped. “It’s just a fetish.”
He liked to use food during sex? Excited by the prospect, I widened my legs to show him I accepted it.
He smiled as he dove into my womanhood. His tongue flicked back and forth. The combination of him and the sensation of the soft pumpkin brushing my clitoris drove me wild. He lapped at my clitoris, his mouth firm and practiced, meaning to draw out my pleasure.
I thread my fingers through his hair, gripping it tight, moaning as his mouth catapulted me to Heaven and back with each single stroke.
“Did you like that?” he crooned.
Seventh Heaven did I ever! I sighed a soft yes, unable to get anything more than that out.
Sitting up straight, I brought my legs together tightly, trapping Uri between my thighs, not wanting to let him go. His tongue moved with a delicate precision. He gripped my buttocks, pulling me closer to him. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. His hands roamed down the outsides of my shaking thighs, down my calves, and back to my hips. I drifted into a space of pure sensation and electric bliss. With him, there was nothing to fear. There was no guilt to account for and nothing to pity. Only his touch existed, and I whimpered as pleasure grew from the depths of my body.
Without warning, Uri pulled away and I glanced down at him. His eyes glinted with unspoken secrets—a mystery I planned to uncover. He lifted one of the carrots from the plate and nudged my legs wider.
“More food?” I moaned, eager for him to rub it against my clitoris and lick it off. But instead of doing that, he thrust it inside of me, smiling. It was far from the size of his erect cock, and didn’t stretch me, but made me yelp and sigh at how ice cold and incredible it felt.
Down he went again, sucking, biting, and stroking me until I went blind with pleasure. Each delicious beat of his tongue swept away all of my fears and doubts, replacing them with a warm and tingling ecstasy. I squirmed and moaned at the way he consumed the vegetable coated in my juices. My body twitched, demanding release, and I let it. Waves of pleasure conquered me, and I screamed.
“Just like that,” Uri encouraged.
As my heart pounded, I yanked and ran my fingers through his locks.
With his mouth he removed the rest of carrot from my entrance and I hazily watched him eat it.
“Delicious,” he moaned.
When he kissed me again, his body stretched over mine, I reached for his belt buckle and undid it. I his cock wanted inside of me, drilling into me, delivering me pleasure. Not the silly carrot.
With eager hands, I unzipped his pants, pulling them down with his underwear to free his erection. He was thick and hard, his tip glistening with desire. Silky smooth and hard underneath, his pubic hair laced around his base, a garden path running up to his navel where his rock-hard abs made for an erotic picture. I traced his length with my fingers.
“Harder,” he pushed, encouraging me.
When I wrapped my fingers around his length and squeezed, Uri drew in a breath. I ran my hand up and down his shaft, feeling the thickness of it. He let out his breath in a sharp hiss, and his stomach muscles rippled. I hadn’t had a chance to do this the last time, and I wanted to give it to him now. Giving this pleasure translated into my own lust and intensified the wetness pooling between my legs.
He started to thrust in my hands, speeding up his pleasure. A long groan escaped his throat that coiled in my stomach.
“Harder,” he growled again.
I squeezed as tight as I could, and he moaned, pumping faster in my hand.
“Mmm, tight like your pussy.”
More pearly white lubrication dripped from his tip, and I spread it across his head and shaft. He shuddered at my touch, his knees buckling.
“That’s enough,” he ordered with a voice that sounded more like a growl. Roughly, he took me by the arm, pulling me off the table. “You’re driving me mad.”
He grabbed another carrot from the plate and held it up to my mouth.
“Suck it,” he ordered.
I closed my lips around his offering, gazing right into his hooded eyes.
“Pull it in and out,” he commanded me.
I grabbed the tip of my carrot, sliding my lips over the smooth surface, taking as much as I could of it in.
Uri groaned. “Fuck, that’s sexy.”
I shivered at his cursing, but not as much I previously had. The arousal masked it somewhat, and I think I was getting used to it.
Uri spun me around to face the table and I had to be careful not to swallow the carrot. With firm hands, he bent me over the top and spread my legs wide. He ground his hard cock against my folds and I moaned. When he inserted a finger in my sacred hole, a shot of electricity pierced me from my head to my nether regions. I whimpered, wanting him more than ever. The idea of him taking me from behind made me dizzy with lust and I let him position me, one hand on the table, his fingers gripping between one of mine.
“Keep sucking the carrot,” he instructed, twisting me head to the side. “Like you’re sucking my cock. Stay right there so I can see you.”
His wish was my pleasure and using my free hand, drew it in and out all for him, earning grunts of rapture in response.
Uri swore under his breath. “Fuck, oh fuck, keep going.”
I was aching to have him inside me as I pulled and pushed the carrot in and out of my mouth, moaning, wanting him to know how desperate I was to please him. My body was more than ready, my mind focused solely on the joining of bodies.
“God, Jophiel,” he muttered, using my full name.
He positioned his tip at my entrance, and I shuddered in anticipation. I felt the need ripple through him. He pushed into me, and I moaned as he shifted all the way in, my body stretching and yielding around him, adjusting to his size. When he was fully sheathed, he paused. My muscles clenched around him.
I pulled the carrot from my mouth. “You’re big,” I whispered, remembering how much he hurt the first time, but it wasn’t as bad time it now that he’d pried me open earlier.
“You’re tight,” he retorted.
I wished to see his face. I pictured the way his pupils dilated, and the concentration on his face when we made love on the car hood.
He didn’t allow me time to respond. Moving, he pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back in. He moved faster, pumping in harder until I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, moaning and whimpering. I dropped the carrot on the table, and he stopped in an instant. Frustrated, I slammed my fist on the table.
“You�
�ll wait for it, you dirty girl.” He picked the food up, pulled my face sideways and put it back in my mouth. Slowly, he dipped it in and out, showing me what he wanted me to do.
My mind spun as he drew out my release. I pressed back against him, driving his cock inside me. He slapped me on the behind hard and tugged my hair back. I gasped, loving how roughly he treated me. So did the darkness in my chest. It snapped and snarled, wanting to unleash something even nastier, but I held it back.
“You want this?” Uri slipped his cock in and out.
“Yes,” I whined, digging my nails into the table.
“So dirty, you want it bad.” Uri pounded into me harder and harder, owning all of me. His dominance and sensual discipline milked the wetness from me.
I focused on my body’s response. An orgasm built deep in my core. My legs were numb from the energy exchanging between us. I abandoned the carrot for a moment, grabbing his thigh to feel the muscles ripple under the skin as he thrust into me. I was like a cup filling with hot water—any second now I was going to spill over.
“Keep going,” he demanded, and I obeyed.
This experience was the ultimate joining of bodies, the ultimate pleasure, and I never wanted the deep drive of his cock to end. He moved inside of me with firm and sensuous strokes that completely mastered my body. I was on the edge of a precipice, like I’d fall at any moment and sail into a dark oblivion with him.
Receiving each beat of his cock, I sighed a long, whimpering sigh under him. Every other feeling I’d been struggling with parted like a fog yielding as my body surrendered to Uri. I pushed my behind out, welcoming each pump inside me as I delighted at his taut, tight body pinning me down.
I felt him put a hand in the middle of my back and dig his nails in. The sensation—causing only enough pain to make me jolt up and notice—pushed me over the edge, and I fell apart with a cry. My body pulsed down around his length, my muscles contracting and releasing as the climax washed through me. I sagged back onto the table and gasped for air. My teeth snapped down on the carrot, breaking it in two.
He slowed down his rhythm, allowing me to ride out the climax. When it faded and I could breathe again, Uri lifted me from the table, spinning me to face him. He ate the piece of carrot that had fallen from my mouth and I ate mine. Then he kissed me long, hard, and commandingly.
He wasn’t finished just yet though. Before I could think, he pressed me back against the tabletop, nudging my legs open with his knee. Driving into me again, he thrust his hips, renewing his pounding rhythm.
Sensitive from my orgasm, I was tighter, which made him feel larger than life sliding out of me only to slam home again. His rhythm became primal, his animal instinct taking over. His strokes shortened until he lost his breath, his face overtaken with ecstasy. The thought that he was going to release soon had barely entered my mind when he slammed into me and stayed there, jerking and spasming, emptying himself inside me.
When it was over, he dropped his head into my neck. He stayed like that for a long while, dusting my collarbone, neck, and chin with sweet kisses.
I turned my head to meet him, and he looked at me too. He smiled as I reached for him, and he took my hand, interlinking our fingers before kissing them.
“You’re something else,” he said, spent.
I nodded. “You’re pretty special, too.”
He chuckled. “No one has ever said that to me.”
“You’ve been hanging out with the wrong crowd then.”
He sighed. “You’ve got that right. But you know what? It was worth the wait.”
I smiled and couldn’t help blushing. Uri pulled me onto his chest where I had been before. I heard his heartbeat under my ear, his chest rising and falling, his breathing slowing as we both calmed down after what had happened.
Sex with Zak had been wild and fun, a mingling of powers that took me to a place of ecstasy I’d never known existed. With Mike, it was a release of adrenaline—a high followed by a sweet, soft burn in the bed the next night. But the things Uri did to me were dirty, kinky, and erotic, and what I did for him felt like the most natural thing in the world.
I realized I was attracted to the angels in a way people usually weren’t attracted to each other though. Not on a standard basis. At least, as far as I could tell. Perhaps it was because we were all full of heavenly light and somehow belonged together no matter the circumstances.
Although that could have been justifying it too much. Perhaps I was looking for a reason why I acted this way, an acceptable reason why I was sexually attracted to three angels at this point. In that moment, I accepted that although I was part human, I was also a part of Heaven, and the idea of one true love as they humans saw it, wasn’t the same concept of love and devotion that applied to me. Humans paired for survival and partnership, namely, to raise families, protect them, feed them, and ensure their well-being. A concept that didn’t entirely fit an angel. Knowing that was a relief, and I felt the guilt over my feelings melt away.
My thoughts raced back to the conversation Uri and I had before this all started, but I pushed it away. I was going to enjoy the moment with Uri and not worry about all the other things that were still going wrong.
It was important that we stopped to take a breath now and then to take care of ourselves. The upside about being an archangel was that we could do the right thing when it was needed and we could fight for others when they couldn’t fight for themselves.
The downside was that we didn’t stop and take a moment for ourselves. Mike and Zak seemed pretty on top of taking care of themselves and their needs, but it turned out that Uri tended to neglect himself, pouring his negative energy into drinking.
It made sense that he had turned to alcohol. He felt that he wasn’t good enough—not because he couldn’t win the battle, but because he couldn’t hold on to an important part of himself: his innocence and purity.
And I could understand that, relate to it. When I first arrived on Earth and went through the fever process, I feared I’d fail my mission, that I’d never return home and end up dying on this planet or be forced to start again.
Sharing that side of himself only made me appreciate him more. Because here on Earth, we didn’t just love someone’s perfection or because they were complete. No. We also loved their faults, and because despite being broken, remained beautiful.
Or because of it.
23
Zadkiel
I felt like I’d been hit by a train. Every part of me ached worse than when Luc stabbed me in the gut. Thank fuck we finally arrived back at Uri’s apartment so I could lie down and take a salt bath. I wanted to cleanse myself of the stinking darkness Luc had blasted me with in the truck. I still half a bag of the Dragon’s bath salts and a third of a tub of ointment left.
While Mike knocked on the apartment door, I leaned against the frame, the queasiness from caused by the darkness returning.
Uri unlocked the door and swung it open, casting an eye over Mike and me. He ran a hand through his messy, sweaty hair.
“God, the two of you look like shit.”
“I feel like it,” I muttered, stepping past him.
Jojo smoothed her crinkled dress and then gave me a wave. Then her features tightened.
“God! What happened to you?”
Her language surprised me, and I blinked.
I chuckled at how her word choices started to change. When she first arrived from heaven, and we saved her from Luc in the abandoned warehouse, she sounded like she’d swallowed a dictionary and regurgitated it in the right order. Not that it hadn’t been how I used to sound. Plus, it had been cute to hear coming from her mouth.
But now I imagined how hot it would be when she swore more often. Before we’d had sex I encouraged her to say fuck, although she did so reluctantly, and it pained her. I got a hard on just thinking about her talking dirty and cussing in my ear. I wanted to keep encouraging that mouth to get filthier while she sucked my cock.
I stared int
o her eyes as she brushed her thumb across my sweaty cheek. The overdose of darkness had given me the cold sweats and I couldn’t stop shaking, but she helped take my mind off it.
“You don’t look well,” she said. Her cheeks were pink and her forehead was a little sweaty, like she’d been training or something. “What happened?”
“I’ll tell you if you swear again.” I gave her a cheeky smile and she returned it, pushing my chest.
“How about you tell us over dinner,” Uri suggested, his voice clipped.
An odd look passed between Uri and Jojo and they glanced at each. My head hurt to too much to decipher its meaning.
I slid an arm around her waist, wanting a repeat by taking her to the table and having her sit on my lap to get my mind off how shitty I felt.
“Help me with the plates,” Uri requested, interrupting my thoughts.
She gave me an apologetic look, then left with him.
Good old Jojo. Never wanting to disappoint anyone. Sometimes she was too kind natured. Maybe I’d have to teach her to say no.
I sat by myself opposite Mike. He was handsome and all. Enough that I’d give him a snuggle if I was really desperate. Not right now though. I needed to rebuild my strength after Luc’s plague had weakened me.
Ten minutes later, Uri had whipped up some toasted sandwiches and brought them to the table. Him and Jojo sat beside one another. Me and Mike opposite them.
Her eyes dropped and she stiffened. Face taut with concentration, she wriggled in her chair as if stretching her legs. Curious what she was up to, I leaned back and followed her gaze beneath the table. A pair of pink lacy underwear were left on the floor by the edge of the table leg. Jojo’s foot was trying to drag them backward.
Hold up. How had they gotten on the floor? Had she and Uri been doing some laundry? Judging by the guilty look on her face, the answer was clear.