Angel Series Books #1-2.5

by Tracy Lorraine

  I take a step forward and my body lines up perfectly with his. The heels mean I don’t have to reach up. I run my hands up his chest and over his shoulders so I can pull him even closer.

  While he kisses me, he moves us until my back bumps up against one of the bedposts.

  “You’re incredible,” he mutters against my neck as he starts kissing and nipping my skin.

  He runs his tongue around the inside of my ear and sucks the lobe into his mouth, sending shivers racing around my body. He then surprises me by whispering in my ear. When I feel his breath, I think he’s going to say something sweet again, but I’m so, so wrong. “Get on your knees.”

  I pull back in shock to look at him. His eyes are twinkling in the low light of the bedroom, and he has a wicked smile tugging at the corner of the lips. That, mixed with his words, sends an unexpected surge of heat to my core, and makes my corset suddenly feel too tight in the boob department.

  I slowly begin to slide down the post. Ruben watches my every move until I’m kneeling in front of him. I know exactly what he wants, because it’s bobbing in excitement in front of my face, but I ignore it instead, going for my favourite part of his body. I run my hands up and down the solid muscle of his thighs before leaning forward and kissing up and down. His hand tangles in my hair and he makes me laugh when he starts trying to move me to the side a little to where he wants me.

  “Patience, Ruben,” I say, looking up at him through my eyelashes while running my hands up the back of his legs and squeezing his tight arse. “Can’t I enjoy other parts of your body as well?” He just groans in response and loosens his hold on my hair.

  I stretch up and run a series of kisses across the skin of his lower stomach before placing my lips gently to the side of his dick. I sneak my tongue out when I get near the end, making him hiss through his teeth.

  I grasp him in my hand and begin to tease the head of his cock with gentle licks of my tongue. I know I’m driving him crazy, and I bloody love it. The control I have over him right now is awesome. I’m pretty sure I could ask him to do anything and he’d say yes.

  “Fuck, Em, you’re killing me,” he grunts as he leans forward and places his hands against the bedpost above me.

  I decide to give in and slide him as far into my mouth as I can, sucking and licking intermittently. I lift up the hand that isn’t full of him and cup his balls, slightly squeezing them.

  “Shit.”

  I continue for a few more seconds before I feel his legs start to shake and he gives me his normal warning that he’s close. I’ve always pulled away at this point the last few times I’ve done this, but he’s made me feel a little adventurous tonight. So I continue sucking him harder and deeper until his cock twitches in my hand and I feel a warm liquid hit my tongue. I keep going until he’s stopped and I’ve swallowed everything. I’m not gonna lie, it’s not the best thing I’ve ever tasted, but the look on his face and the smile I’m getting when I look up at him makes it definitely worth it.

  He leans down, picks me up, then resumes the kiss from earlier while his hands run wild around my body.

  “Hold your hands together behind the post,” he orders, and I do what I’m told without hesitation.

  The action makes my chest stick out. My boobs were already straining against the fabric, but now they just look ridiculous. Ruben obviously doesn’t agree, because he shoves his face into them. He pulls away just as quickly, though, and when I look, he’s on his knees and reaching up to untie the bows on the sides of my thong.

  He watches with amazement as the fabric floats to the floor. He lifts his gaze, then does exactly what I did to him: kisses and teases everywhere other than where I want him. My clit is throbbing for him, but he refuses to go anywhere near it.

  “Ruben, please,” I moan.

  “Torture, isn’t it?” he comments with a wicked smile.

  “Please. I need-” I’m cut off when he runs a finger through my folds.

  “Fuck, Em, you’re dripping.”

  “Need you,” is all I can say when he nudges my legs farther apart with his shoulders and replaces his fingers with his tongue.

  “Hands behind your back,” he growls when I move them to hold his head against me. I move them and a little thrill goes through me at his demanding tone. I think I love this side of him.

  When my orgasm tears though me, Ruben has to grab on to my waist because my knees begin to buckle and almost send me tumbling to the floor.

  He barely gives me a second to recover before dishing out his next order.

  “Turn around, bend over, and hold the bedpost.”

  I turn on shaky legs and do as he says until my arse is sticking up in the air.

  “Oh, fuck, yes. That is one sweet fucking sight.”

  I hear foil rip, then in a few seconds, he is behind me. He grabs a handful of my hair and tugs so I have no choice but to turn back to look at him. “This isn’t going to be soft and loving like those soppy romance novels you read, but trust me, it’ll be fucking earth shattering.”

  “I’m not sure what you think I read, but soft and loving isn’t the half of it.” I may be naïve with doing this stuff, but I am certainly no stranger to reading about it.

  “Fuck,” he grunts, before I feel him line himself up with me, and in one quick thrust he’s inside. I have to quickly stiffen my arms to stop me going head first into the post with the force of it.

  He pulls back out, only to slam back into me. He hits a place so deep that I practically see stars. His grip on my hips is so tight I swear I’ll have finger indents when he’s finished.

  He’s relentless with his thrusts and within minutes my entire body is shaking as what I think the most intense orgasm he’s given me yet is about to rip me into pieces.

  “That’s it, Emma, come on my cock. Let me feel that sweet pussy.”

  His hand snakes around my body until he’s pinching my clit, hard.

  “Fuck, RUBEN,” I shout into our room as I lose control of my body.

  When I come back to earth, Ruben is pulling out of me and helping me to stand up straight. He places one arm around my back and the other under my knees before scooping me up and sitting with me on his lap on the edge of the bed. He tucks me into his chest and rests his chin on top of my head. I slip my shoes off, stretch my toes out and curl into him. I completely zone out just listening to his heart beating under my ear. I’m so content and relaxed.

  “You okay?” he eventually whispers.

  “Uh huh.”

  He moves back to lay down, but instead of laying down with him, I straddle his hips and place my hands on his chest.

  “Are you sure you’re okay? I wasn’t too rough?”

  “No, that was incredible.” I look down to where he’s already hard again. “I might need a longer recovery time than you, though,” I say with a laugh.

  “My dick doesn’t seem to register when it’s been used around you. It’s always ready to go.”

  I lean forwards and place my lips down on his. I run my tongue along his full bottom lip before sucking it into my mouth. His tongue tangles with mine and we kiss like teenagers for ages. When his hands that were running up and down my back move to squeeze my arse, I can’t help grinding down on his dick that is lined up nicely with me.

  “Em,” he warns into my mouth, but I ignore him and continue to rub against him. “Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he says when I pull back a little.

  “What if I have every intention of finishing?” I say as I lean over to the bedside table and grab a condom out of the box.

  I shimmy down his thighs a bit, rip open the packet with my teeth and experience putting a condom on for the first time. When I look up, Ruben looks like he could come any minute just from watching me.

  Ruben

  I seriously wasn’t expecting to have sex again tonight after that. I mean, I wasn’t exactly gentle with her, but fuck if I don’t want to do it again with her grinding down on my dick. The heat and wetne
ss of her pussy is calling to me, so much so I think I might actually come from this alone. As much as I don’t want to embarrass myself by coming on my stomach like a teenager, it feels too good to care much.

  I can’t believe my eyes when Emma leans forward and plucks a condom out of the box. I watch as she moves down my thighs to make room, and I’m about to take over when she rips the packet open, holds my dick in her tiny hand and puts it on herself. I’m so fucking close already that the sight has me holding my breath and trying to talk myself down from blowing my load in her hand.

  Once she’s happy, she moves forward again and lifts up. I move my hands to her hips to help her. Her legs are pretty short, so she doesn’t have much movement once she’s straddling me. She continues to hold my dick until she has us lined up, then she slowly, ever so slowly, sinks down. We both let out low moans as she takes me all the way.

  Our eyes lock and she continues to move at a seriously slow pace with my hands on her hips for support. The slow build up is fucking killing me. I’m desperate to up the tempo, but I want her to have her time, be in charge for once. Hell, I don’t give it over often, so she needs to make the most of it. Come to think of it, I don’t think I’ve ever let a woman take control before.

  I break eye contact with her and run my eyes down her body. I knew when I saw the lingerie set that she would look stunning in it, but fuck, I never thought it could look that good. She looks like a fucking pin up girl with her insane curves. I was worried when she stayed in the bathroom for fucking ages that she wouldn’t do it, but I had faith in my girl. Her confidence over the past few weeks has skyrocketed. She needs to realise that her body is perfect. I can’t get enough of it. Speaking of looking at her body…

  “This is wrong,” I say quietly. I instantly realise it was the wrong thing to say, because she immediately stops moving and looks very worried. “No, no, that is very right,” I say, trying to reassure her. I encourage her hips to move again before taking my hands away from her hips and up to the top clasp of her corset. “It’s wrong that I can’t see your tits bouncing while you ride me.

  “Oh,” is all she says.

  I slowly unhook every clasp until I can pull it from her body and drop it on to the bed.

  “Much fucking better.” I grab them both in my hands and revel in the weight and softness. “Fucking perfect,” I mutter as I sit up so I can take them in my mouth.

  “Keep moving,” I tell her when her movements still again. “Lean back on your hands,” I instruct, and I’m so fucking glad I do, because the position makes her tits stick out even more, as well as giving her a better angle to get off on. I put some pressure on her clit with my thumb while playing with her nipples with the other, and in seconds she is contracting around me, pushing me closer to my own release. When she’s finished and limp, I take over and thrust up into her a few times as I chase my orgasm. I’m just about to explode when Emma moans loudly again and throws her head back.

  “Oh fuck, yeah,” I groan out as we ride out our orgasms together.

  After cleaning up, we both fall fast asleep, our bodies exhausted after our activities.

  The next morning, I’m woken by Emma, who’s like a little Duracell bunny buzzing around the room in excitement. She spends ages sorting out the suitcase full of books, along with pens in every colour you could imagine for the authors to sign them with.

  It feels like no time at all before we’re walking into the function room where it’s all happening. I’m following behind Emma, tugging her suitcase along with me and taking in the sight of all the crazy women wandering around and beginning to form queues in front of tables where I guess their favourite authors are. What I wasn’t quite expecting was the huge banners that consist of different views of men’s naked torsos. Some with tattoos and some without. I’ve never paid attention to the type of books Emma reads, and I hadn’t thought about it until the comment she made last night, but clearly I was wrong with my thoughts that she read slushy, girly romance novels, because the images that surround me suggest anything but. There is even one that catches my eye that has an image of a woman with not one but two men. I make a note to ask her about these books she reads when I get her alone.

  When we get a little farther into the room, I see that it isn’t just images of half-naked men around this place - there are actually half-naked men hovering by stands and having their photos taken with some very overly friendly woman. The men don’t seem too bothered by the women having their hands all over them.

  “Oh my God, there he is,” some woman squeals behind us. “He’s so fucking hot, I’d let him do anything he wanted to me.”

  “Ohhhh she’s over there, quick, get in her queue,” another shouts to a friend.

  I look over to Emma, who just has a small smile on her face.

  “Why do you look so composed compared to all these lot?” I say, gesturing to all the crazy women.

  “I’m containing it because I want you to think I’m normal!”

  “So really you want to be shouting and running around like these lot?”

  “Yeah, pretty much,” she says, looking embarrassed. “You know how men love football players, or whatever sport they’re in to, and would do anything to meet them? Well, that’s how we all feel about meeting our favourite authors. It’s like a once in a lifetime chance. These women are a huge part of our lives. They touch us in ways others don’t, and to get the chance to meet them for even a few seconds is out of this world.”

  “Emma,” I say with a smile. “Go as crazy as you want. I’ll be behind you with the suitcase.”

  “You won’t think any less of me?” she asks with a cute look on her face.

  “Oh, I’ll totally think you’re a little closer to joining the nut house, but I can see how much this means to you, so go do your thing.”

  “Thank you, thank you.” She reaches up and places a kiss to the corner of my mouth before taking off and shouting back, “Come on then, this way.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Emma

  Today has been AMAZING! I have seen loads of my favourite authors, got all the books signed that I bought with me, plus I’ve got a load of new ones to take home to add to my collection. Bless Ruben, he has followed me around lugging all these books with him for hours, and he hasn’t complained once. He’s been surrounded by fan girling, screaming women and half-naked men all day, and somehow he’s managed to keep a smile on his face. I’m not sure I’d be able to do the same if he took me to some football convention or something.

  The minute our hotel room door is shut, Ruben drops the suitcase and bags he’s carrying and starts pulling his t-shirt over his head. I want to scold him for treating my books that way, but when he starts removing his jeans, I’m too busy staring to care much.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I’m fed up of you looking at other men. I want your eyes on me.”

  I can’t help but smile at him, “Are you jealous?”

  “No,” he says, but I’m not convinced.

  I walk over to him, reach up on my tiptoes, and wrap my arms around his neck. “Good, because you are by far the best-looking man I’ve seen all day, and you’re all mine,” I say, before placing my lips against his.

  To my disappointment, he pulls away before the kiss really gets started.

  “Strip down to your underwear, then go sit behind that desk over there,” he demands, and I’m not ashamed to say my knickers get a little damp knowing demanding Ruben is back. He’s hot!

  I do as I’m told, sit down and wait to see what he’s planning.

  “Here, put these on. Oh, and let your hair down,” he says, passing me my glasses.

  “Okay.”

  “The sexy secretary look suits you, Em.”

  I can see from here how much he is enjoying this, because his boxer briefs are seriously tented.

  “Now, I’ve got a book that needs signing,” he says, hiding something behind his back. “I want to have the first one because I kn
ow that this time next year the author is going to be at one of these things signing hundreds.”

  I’m totally confused. Well, that is until he comes over and places an actual paperback copy of my book in front of me.

  “OH MY GOD!” I scream. “Where did you get this?”

  I turn it over and over in my hands, looking at every detail, and flick through all the pages. It’s so pretty. The cover is an image of a blonde girl resting her forehead against a guy’s ripped chest. Her hair is like a curtain covering her face, so you can’t see if she’s happy or sad. I’d seen the cover on Molly’s computer hundreds of times, but not in real life. I don’t think I have ever been so excited in my life than in that moment holding my book. MY book!

  “Molly gave it to me on Sunday. Obviously, I was meant to give it to Connie to bring with her,” Ruben says, bringing me from my thoughts.

  I look up at him through my tear-filled eyes. “Thank you.”

  “So, will you sign it for me?”

  “Uh yeah, I guess.”

  He takes it out of my hands, opens the front cover and places it on the desk in front of me.

  “What’s your favourite colour?” he asks.

  “Green, why?”

  “So I can get the right colour pen,” he says with a smile, as he roots through one of the bags from earlier.

  When he hands it to me, our fingers brush, and a bolt of electricity shoots down my arm. I realise something in that moment when our eyes lock, and make a possibly rash decision.

  I take the cap off the pen as Ruben wanders over to make us both a drink. I quickly write what I need to before I change my mind.

  Ruben

  Okay, so today hasn’t been that exciting for me, but I’ve loved watching Emma enjoy herself so much. I love seeing her so happy and excited. I’d been thinking all day about how to get her to sign the copy of her book that Molly gave me last weekend. I’ve also been thinking that I should have found some time to read it this week, especially now I know what the content is likely to be.