Desired Too

by Lessly, S. K.

  “Have you lost your damn mind? Did the smoke from that cigar damage your brain or something?”

  “Why are you home all of a sudden? Did he touch you? Threaten you…?” Angel queried.

  “You’re unbelievable!”

  “If he laid a hand on you…” he started.

  “What in the hell would you do?” I laughed “And shit, why do you care?”

  Angel stepped back from me slightly and didn’t reply.

  “Yeah, please enlighten me why you care. It’s none of your concern. I’ve never been your concern.”

  “You have always been my concern,” he argued.

  I sucked my teeth. “Please, when, Angel? Because as far as I can tell, before all of this, before we slept together, I was just Victor’s little sister to you. I mean, why do you think… You know what? Never mind. I’m outta here.” I put my hands up, signaling that I was done with him and this conversation. I moved to get my purse when I felt Angel grabbing me.

  “Don’t touch me,” I said, smacking his hand away. I pushed him in his chest, letting him feel how pissed I was. “You’re so full of shit.”

  “Oh, I’m full of shit? How the fuck do you figure that?”

  “How dare you tell me now that you came to see me in California three years ago? All that time I was gone and you never reached out to me. I never got a phone call from you, a text message, email; hell, not even fucking smoke signals! I mean nothing, and you have the audacity to expect me to believe that you actually give a shit about me? All of that bluster about you claiming me, me taking my rightful place beside you; how do you figure I belong with you, much less to you, when you never told me that you wanted me until the other day? You had ample opportunity to tell me how you felt about me and you didn’t. If you so-called came to California to see me, why didn’t you tell me then? So, you came to California one time; what the hell should that mean to me?”

  “I never said that I only came to see you once.” He nodded and moved closer to me, “Yeah, I’ve been to that address and the countless others you’ve had multiple times. And every fucking time I came to see you, you were with that son of a bitch. All hugged up, in fucking love, all dreamy and shit. It was evident that you’d moved on. That you didn’t feel the same way I did.”

  “Wow? I moved on?” I interrupted, feeling my anger rising with each heartbeat. “From what, Angel? What in the hell did I move on from? There was nothing between us.”

  “That’s bullshit, and you know it. You know for a fact that there was something between us. You felt it every time we were together that night just as much as I did.”

  “Felt what? Lust?” I blurted.

  I could see that I was getting to him, the rise in his frustration evident. It didn’t faze me one bit, though.

  “Was that all you felt?” he asked me and mystified the shit out of me. “When you came to me that night at the bar? Was that all you wanted? To fuck?”

  I faltered slightly, and he shook his head. However, I refused to show weakness and allow him to win this argument. I recovered finally and countered, “And you’re saying, you didn’t?” I moved closer to him, bringing my hands to my hips, oblivious to the warning bells going off in my head. “If you felt something, anything other than lust, why didn’t you say anything before I left? I know the big, bad Angel isn’t scared of anything.”

  “What did you want me to say to you? You were leaving!” His voice rang throughout the room.

  “Oh, I don’t know, Angel! Maybe you could have just asked me to stay!”

  “Really?” His arms crossed his chest. “I could’ve just asked you to stay and you really would have stayed? Now, who’s full of shit?”

  I pointed in his face. “No, you’re still full of shit, Leo. God, I had the biggest crush on you. If you would have asked me to stay, if you would have told me that I had a small chance with you, then yes, if you would have asked, I would have stayed. But you didn’t.”

  “No, I don’t believe it was that easy,” he replied.

  My hands instantly flew in the air. “Damn it! Why do you think I was so quick to leave? Yes, it had mostly to do with my brother and father being controlling. I could’ve fixed that by moving out of the house. Instead, I moved way across the country because of you,” I confessed.

  “Me?!” His eyes dubiously watched me.

  Again, I moved closer to him. “Yes, you asshole. You were the main reason why I needed to get clear away from this city. You think I wanted to be around you and never get to touch you? To see other females throw themselves at you and you take them, you give them your attention, your touch? I was in hell. I had feelings for you, you Neanderthal. You were constantly on my mind. I wanted to know what it felt like to be in your arms, what your lips felt like, what you would taste like. I wanted you so fucking much that I threw myself at you on the very last day that I was leaving so that I wouldn’t have to stay and see rejection in your eyes.”

  I took calming breaths and realized a few things about my surroundings. First, my heart was beating clear out of my chest. Second, I was frantically trying to control my breathing and to top everything off, I was only inches away from the very man that was making it very hard for me to breathe.

  Angel stayed quiet. He just watched me, studied me, breaking me. It was his eyes; it was something about the way he was looking at me that had my nerves starting to take over my body. I felt the tremors that his closeness was causing, and they started to get stronger. My legs began to weaken. What wasn’t affected was my mouth. Damn alcohol was clouding my judgment, and I couldn’t stop my mouth from moving. I said to him, because hell I was on a roll, “Do you want to know why I left California? Why I picked up my life and moved back home?” I didn’t give him a chance to reply before I spat, “I was tired of pretending.”

  He frowned, a confused look coming over him, so I explained. “I wanted to move on from you. You didn’t want me, so I needed to find someone that did, and Ira-That’s his name by the way, not Innis or Iraq, but Ira- was it. He was sweet and caring and despite his anger issues, he loved me. However, my dumbass wanted more. I wanted that feeling I had the moment you kissed me for the first time. When you touched me for the first time, and God, when you made me feel things that I had never in my life felt before.

  “You’ve destroyed me. For three long agonizing years, I’ve longed for that feeling. I’ve dreamt about it, and no one could make me feel like you could. Not even Ira, no matter how hard he tried. So my ass thought I’d come back home and see if I was stupid for holding on to an idea of a man that just doesn’t exist. I didn’t expect you to be this controlling ass who thinks all he has to do is stick his tongue down my throat and fuck the shit out of me and I would fall in line.”

  I was getting extremely agitated as I talked to him. I couldn’t believe everything was turning out this way. I started pacing not really talking to him but damn near at him.

  “It’s like you’re stuck on Fantasy Island or something, for real. For you to think that I would ever respond to your brazen, controlling ways has me really thinking you need to be fucking admitted to someone’s psych ward. I hadn’t heard from you since the day I left, Leo. And now that you’ve so called claimed me, you think I’m supposed to just fall in line? Well, you have mistaken me for someone else.” I went for my purse and said for added measure, “This is a big damn nightmare, and you’re fucking Freddy. And you’ve been smoking more than just cigars if you think that for one second I want…”

  Okay… so if you haven’t noticed, the remaining part of my sentence fell from my lips into the abyss. I didn’t do that on purpose. The remainder of my sentence was actually robbed from me. Yes, robbed.

  Before I knew it, I was grabbed tightly by the arm. He snatched my purse from my hands and threw it across the room. I was then abruptly pushed up against the wall and trapped by a very mad, very red-faced Angel.

  Well, it seemed that I had poked the bear yet again!

  Chapter Eleven
/>   Angel

  The look of defiance in her eyes was making my dick hard.

  Did I tell you that she’s my worse fucking nightmare?

  She floored me with the shit that she was saying and was pissing me off with every syllable that came out of her mouth.

  Three fucking years. That’s all I kept saying to myself and that wasn’t helping my mood.

  So just when she thought she had the last word, I grabbed her and pushed her against the wall. I kept my body close to her so she didn’t get any ideas of kneeing me. I knew she was bating me, testing me and pushing me. It was her M.O. Well, two can play this game, and I was better at playing it.

  I kept my voice as calm as I could as I explained, “Let’s get something straight. I’ve wanted you since the first day I saw you. I held back because of how sweet and innocent you were back then, and you had no clue who I was. You used to look at me as if I was this nice person, and I’m far from that. I’m dark. I’m dangerous. I’m the motherfucker that your father warned you about in your bedtime stories. I didn’t feel like you could handle that, handle me. Everything changed the night you came looking for me at the bar.”

  I concentrated on the rise and fall of my chest, again just trying to remain calm. I felt my control teetering on faltering, so I needed to say this shit quickly. “That night when you came looking for me at my bar, those nights we were together, I thought just for a second that maybe you could handle me, handle my life. However, you left. You fucking left. Just like that. Like you didn’t give a shit about what we had just shared and the fact that I opened myself to you.”

  She scoffed. “Opened yourself?”

  “Yes, that’s right. I opened myself to you. Do you think I have ever opened myself up to another woman? You think that if I didn’t give a shit about you that I would have kept you in my bed the whole weekend, fucking you and claiming you? If all I wanted was pussy from you, I would’ve fucked you in my car and sent you on your way. I didn’t do that. I brought you here to my home. I catered to you, to every part of you, and you spit in my face. As if you didn’t give two shits, you grabbed your purse and left. So when I saw you with that motherfucker in California, smiling and shit, looking like you were in fucking love, I did not approach you because I figured he was the reason why.”

  She folded her arms across her chest. “Ah, so I guess I should thank my lucky stars then since you still want me?”

  I growled and moved closer to her. “Shit, woman, you’re insufferable.”

  “And, God, you are so infuriating and so dense. How in the hell was I supposed to know how you felt about me? Why didn’t you say anything?” she claimed through gritted teeth.

  “Why didn’t you? You had plenty of time to tell me exactly how you felt, but you ran. You left and expected me to come chasing after you!”

  She squinted at me. “I didn’t expect you to do shit. In fact, I still don’t. You and I will never be. Do you understand me?”

  She pushed me back from her and I let her, knowing that I needed to give us space. My anger was spilling over, but I wasn’t done with her, that was for damn sure.

  “You got damn right we won’t,” I snarled. “You can’t handle me anyway. ‘Grown ass woman’ my ass,” I spat.

  Raquel narrowed her eyes and started toward me enraged. This is what I’m talking about. Bring it on, baby.

  “You know what? I am a grown ass woman. And you can kiss my beautiful ‘grown woman ass,’ you son of a bitch. I can take everything and anything you can dish out.”

  Then she pushed me in my chest, or tried to anyway, and I grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer to me.

  “Prove it then, baby, because as far as I can see, you can’t handle shit,” I said to her just as I pulled her even closer.

  Her body crashed into mine, and I pinned her arms behind her. She struggled and I gripped her tighter. She wasn’t going anywhere.

  To further piss her off, I said to her, “You know what? Maybe it’s good that you’re leaving. You’re used to running away and hiding. So go do what you’re good at.”

  “God, I fucking hate you!” she growled.

  My response? I licked her face. She growled at me again and started fighting me again. Amusement spent from my features. I was growing tired of this shit, so I let go of her wrist. She tried to push me away as I wrapped my arm tight around her waist. I tangled my fingers through her hair and gripped her tight. We stared into each other’s eyes, mine drifting to her beautiful pouty lips and hers defiantly trying not to look at mine.

  I could feel her weakening. She didn’t want to. I could see it in her eyes, but her body, the way it started melting into mine, revealed her secret.

  Still trying to resist, she said to me, bluster in her voice almost gone, “Let me go.”

  “Not on your fucking life!” I told her and slammed my lips against hers, ending her game.

  I didn’t care that she resisted at first, her back becoming straight as a nail when my lips touched hers. You know just as much as I do, with the right force, a nail could be bent.

  I lifted my other hand to the side of her face, letting her know who was in charge. I purposefully pushed my tongue into her mouth and moaned just as pleasures traveled right to my dick. By the time my tongue touched hers, she had her own hands in my hair, pulling and moving my head the way she wanted, as I fucked her mouth with a hunger I had no clue I had.

  “Sei mio, baby,” I said to her, voice low, lips just above hers. She had no clue what I said to her, but the matching hunger in her eyes told me that she had an idea.

  I gripped the bottom of her shirt, pushed it up and off her body before she could protest, and brought my lips down on hers again. Tasting every bit of her was a need that I was going to fulfill that night and every fucking night I drew breath. I was to be damned if I was going to let her go. It was high time she understood that.

  I walked her backward, pushing my body into her, pinning her against the wall as my hands explored the softness of her body. The feel of the goose bumps along her skin made me feel like a king.

  I pulled back from her lips and started slowly kissing down her neck as my hands went straight to her breasts and sensitive nipples. I massaged her and squeezed her nipples just the way I knew she liked, the way that instantly made her soaked with insurmountable need. I knew from the first time I touched her that only I could fulfill her. Only I could make her lose her mind.

  “Ah… yes…Angel, yes…” she whispered low and so fucking sexy that it was causing me to waver on control. She inhaled and whispered my name again. That brought me over the edge. I moved my lips back to hers and kissed her some more, deeper even, as I slid my hands down the side of her body. She felt incredible. Her skin was soft as silk, despite the added goose bumps her body produced. It was a mistake when I let her leave back then. I’d admit that. However, only to myself. But that night, I planned to rectify my mistake so that she knew I’d never make it again.

  I moved my hand around to the front of her shorts and unclasped the button, never moving my lips from hers. I slowly slid the zipper down, never moving my lips from hers. I tickled my thumb along her hipbone, bringing it under the elastic of her panties. Just as I had a good grip, I finally moved my lips from hers and traveled down her chest, as I slowly went to my knees. I brought her shorts and panties with me as I went, kissing her chest, her stomach, and then her mound as I passed.

  I tugged lightly, signaling for her to lift her leg and the moment she obeyed, I wasted no time. I threw her leg over my shoulder, shorts and panties still fucking attached, and swiped my tongue between her folds.

  She stiffened and instantly brought her hands to my hair.

  That’s right, baby.

  I moved my tongue over her delicate, sensitive bud again, and her grip on my hair grew tighter.

  Yes, she knows exactly what I like, how I fucking love it.

  “Sei mio,” I said again and pushed my face deeper in her folds, moving her leg higher up
, practically pinning her leg against the wall. Her core was open and available, and as I saw the gleam from her lips, I knew she was mine.

  “Fuck, I miss my pussy, baby… Mine!” I growled and made myself fucking comfortable.

  I tickled her clit with my tongue, giving her sensations of unwavering pleasures as she started moving her hips. I knew she was building. Her body quivered with every swipe of my tongue. I pushed into her core as my thumb continued to tease where my tongue had left. She was about to explode on my face, in my mouth. I could feel it.

  “That’s it, baby, give me what I’ve been craving for. Give it to me.”

  Her hips started to rock against me and her moans grew louder. She tightened against my tongue, and just when I felt she was ready, I gave her exactly what her body needed. I sucked her bud as hard as I could. My name escaped her lips loud and satisfied, but still hungry. With a hunger of my own, I kept attacking her. I didn’t let up, as she gripped the shit out of my hair. I kept sucking and licking and sucking. When she tried to suffocate me between her thighs, I just took my fingers, opened her up, revealing her clit and continued my assault. It didn’t matter how many times she begged me to stop; I wasn’t. Hell, I didn’t care that she buckled and dropped to the ground. I simply changed my position, pushed both of her legs back and wide, and kept going, building, savoring, tasting, fucking her with my face until she exploded, and I drank her dry.

  I wanted more of her. I needed more. I rose, picked her up and wrapped her legs around my waist. Getting lost in her was what I longed for every second of every day. She was who I wanted. She was who I desired and no one else would ever do or take her place.

  Shit, the look of satisfaction and desire on her made her the sexiest woman that I had ever seen in my life, and she belonged to me.

  I made it to my bed and gently laid her down. She gripped my shirt, pulling it over my head. I heard her breath catch, seemingly still affected by my tattoo. I moved her focus elsewhere by burying my face in between her thighs again.