She was ready for round two.
I couldn’t, not until I got some answers.
“Angelic, why didn’t you tell me we’ve done this before?”
Chapter 6
Angelic
“Angelic, why didn't you tell me we've done this before?” He was positioned above me, brushing the hair from my face. I was hoping to go another round, or maybe all night, before his conscience kicked in.
I couldn’t help but laugh. He knew there was some sort of past, but he wasn’t sure what or where. The guilt of not remembering was written all over his face.
Jackson Naile was not the type of man who cared if he had forgotten a name or a conquest. A small part of me wanted to string him along.
That would be too cruel, especially after how generous he had been.
“Believe me, if you have done this,” I took his hand and ran it up and down my body, “you would remember.” I snickered, letting him think he was too full of himself.
“But there is something?”
I knew there would be a very good chance that a memory would surface. He said he would always remember my eyes and that kiss. It was time to find out exactly how much he remembered and what that night meant to him.
I wasn’t going to let him stew any longer.
“Yes, there was something.” I faced him and propped myself up on one elbow. “The reason you call me Angel is because that’s what you have always called me, even when you had no idea who I was.”
“My guardian angel, the one who drove me home that night from the park. That was you.” The pieces were beginning to fit together. I saw the recognition in his eyes.
“Yes, I was in the park when you sat yourself beside me on the bench. Do you remember what we talked about?”
“I had turned up at my father’s office and discovered how he conducted after hour business with his female employees. I remember being disgusted with him and I got drunk and ended up in the park talking to an angel.”
“You called me Angel and I thought at the time you knew who I was. You talked and I listened. I talked then you listened. Then you asked me to drive you home. We were still living in the dorms at boarding school. Your class was getting ready to graduate. It was your last week there.” I brushed the hair from his brow and caressed his face.
“You were really drunk and I was really stupid.” I looked into his eyes, ready to confess my transgression. “When I pulled into your parking spot, no one was around to help get you to your room. You were barely coherent.”
I took a deep breath, “I helped you to your room. You told me I was beautiful. No one had told me that before. I sat beside you on the bed…” my pause must have been longer than I thought.
“Fuck, did I hurt you? Why didn't you say anything?”
”You didn’t do anything wrong, Jackson.” I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “ I took advantage of your inebriated state. I straddled you, right there sitting on your bed in your dorm room. We kissed the most amazing kiss for what seemed like hours.”
“I remember that kiss and your eyes. They have been haunting me since I saw them today.” He was a lot calmer than I had always envisioned in my mind when I finally had the nerve to tell him what I had done.
I couldn't help but laugh. “You said you would never forget that kiss or my eyes.” I lowered my head and buried it in his chest. I did not have the nerve to look at him when I confessed what happened next. He placed his finger under my chin and raised my head.
“Whatever happened, don't be afraid to tell me what I did.”
I was in shock — he still was not understanding he wasn’t the one who was to blame, I was.
“I’m not afraid, I’m embarrassed.”
“Did you think if you came forward no one would believe you because I was rich and you were a scholarship student?”
I slid off the bed and wrapped myself in the robe sitting on the chair and sat. “Fuck, you’re not getting this. You did not do anything wrong. I took advantage of you. I encouraged you, and if you had not passed out on me, I would have given you my virginity, right there. I was young, I didn’t think of the repercussions if something happened. Someone like you told someone like me that I was beautiful. I can’t explain it. Spending hours talking, taking care of you, getting you home safe and in bed. I felt something foreign, exciting, liberating.”
“Was tonight about finishing something you started back then? Was I taken advantage of again?” It was hard to gauge his emotions.
“Yes and no, I had actually planned on seducing you after the wedding.” I smiled at him lying naked on the bed. It was hard to concentrate on anything else.
“The next day when you sobered up, you kept telling everyone about your guardian angel.”
“If you knew I was looking for you, why didn’t you tell me?” He didn't sound hurt; confused maybe, but not angry or upset.
“Like I said, I was embarrassed and after that kiss, well, you weren’t the only one who had a hard time forgetting it. I knew I would never be satisfied being that close to you again and not be able to have more than a kiss. It was common knowledge that you did not sleep with jailbait and well, I was jailbait.”
“Was your entire purpose for this weekend solely to get nailed?” Now he sounded hurt.
“No, my purpose for this weekend is to be the best wedding photographer I know I can be.”
“I hear a but.” He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling.
I walked to the bed and gently slapped the side of his face like I did earlier that day. “See, I knew you were not as dumb as the tabloids print. When I found out your firm was handling the PR for the grand opening, I hoped I would get my second chance.”
“Second chance to what, give me your virginity? I think we are both a little late for that.” He pulled me on top of him and began to untie the robe. “I might be willing to let you take advantage of me again, though. Now that you’re not jailbait.”
I let out an exasperated sigh. “How can you be so understanding? I left you wondering for years what happened that night. Fuck, Jackson, I almost...” I left the word hanging in the air between us. I couldn’t bring myself to utter that ugly word.
“I know what happened, my guardian angel made sure I got home in one piece. Everything else is water under the bridge.” He laced his large masculine fingers with mine and brought them to his heart. “For the record, you’re still the most beautiful woman I have ever met.”
He removed the robe and tossed it beside the bed and caressed my naked body. “The most beautiful woman I have ever nailed.” His face split with the wicked grin that had every one of my nerve endings tingling. Every sense heightened. He leaned in and kissed my forehead. “The most beautiful woman I have ever made love to.”
I was on overload. My brain reminded me this was Jackson Naile and he had used those words countless times in the past. My heart wanted to believe every word and give him everything I had. I could smell my sex on him and it made me wet. I saw his cock springing to life and I knew he was ready for round two.
“Can we take this to the shower?” I asked shyly. It wasn’t sure why I wanted him clean before I took advantage of him again. Why I wanted to be clean for him. It was like if I could wash away the guilt and the shame, we could start over. This time without waiting for the other shoe to drop.
“I can’t use these condoms in the shower.” He was direct about what he wanted.
“You won’t need a condom for what I plan to do.” It was my turn to make him come. To make him tell me what he wanted. He didn't ask me to beg. I never begged. I would return the favor. I got the impression he enjoyed being on equal ground.
Had no one challenged his dominance in the bedroom before? After the way he masterfully played every cord of my body, I doubted it. I had a few surprises of my own.
He may have given me the best sex of my life, but that did not give him permission to take control of my body. Mr Jackson Naile was going to understand
what it was like to get nailed.
I wanted to give him unknown pleasure. I had an entire weekend to enjoy getting nailed by Jackson.
That was exactly what I planned to do. I would share his bed, let him fuck my brains out until I passed out from the cosmic orgasms. And at the end of the weekend, I would walk away and let him continue to be the womanizing Jackson Naile.
I hoped a weekend was enough to get him out of my system.
Chapter 7
Jackson
I knew that kiss, I knew those eyes. In my mind I was sure I even knew where. It was the who that had been eluding me all these years. The Angle in the park the night I found out what kind of man my father was.
It had been eleven years since I found my father in his office with one of his employee. He fired her on the spot for letting herself get caught.
Letting herself get caught. Like she had a choice in the matter.
I lost respect for my father and finally understood why my mother left him. She never spoke ill of him and he let me believe the failure of my their marriage was all her fault. He worked too many hours to provide for us and she did not appreciate all his hard work.
Not being able to keep his dick in his pants must have been really hard work.
It kept me from falling in love, from believing in love. I remembered making my Angel a promise that night that I would never turn out to be like my father. I didn’t have to use my position in life to force women to sleep with me. They came to me willingly. The way Angelic came to me willingly.
I had my answer and she got the guilt of all those years off her chest. Her beautiful magnificent chest. I couldn’t help but cast my gaze over her naked body lying beside me. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. The most beautiful creature I had ever felt.
She wanted to take a shower before we continued; what exactly did she want to continue doing, and for how long? Tonight? The entire weekend? She said she planned to seduce me at the wedding.
I should let her.
“I can't use these condoms in the shower.” They didn’t stay in place and were a bugger to get rolled on properly.
“You won't need a condom for what I plan to do.” She was confident, domineering. I liked it. It aroused me like it did in the lighthouse.
I jumped out of bed and dragged her with me. “What are we waiting for?” It helped that we were already naked and comfortable with our nakedness.
The bathroom was separated into sections. The jacuzzi tub was encased with frosted glass to let light in and keep wandering eyes out. If Angelic wanted to take advantage of me again this weekend, the tub might be a good place as any.
I was envious. Richard was known to have one of the best designing minds in the shoe fashion industry. Something told me he had a lot to do with the design of this shower. This very large, functional shower. The toilet and sink were in a different room altogether.
I wondered if all the bathrooms at the bed and breakfast had a similar design or if the family bath was the only one over the top. I never did get around to scooping out the place before I ran into Angelic in the kitchen.
That was merely hours ago. I felt like we had been together longer. In my soul we had been together for the past eleven years ever since she rescued me from the park.
I adjusted the knobs until I got the water to the perfect temperature. I took Angelic’s hand and led her in. The rainshower head was large enough for both of us to fit underneath.
I watched the water glide down her toned body. I turned her and reached for the shampoo. I massaged her scalp and enjoyed the pleasant moans escaping her lips as she leaned into me.
I rinsed and repeated. I loved the silky softness as I ran my hands through her curls. They didn’t mat or tangle. They glided effortlessly and I wanted to continue playing with them.
“I think my hair is clean enough,” she teased, knowing I was stalling. It amazed me how petite she was, considering her strength and stamina. It was not as apparent when we were in bed. Having her standing in front of me in the shower, she barely came to my shoulders. She couldn’t be more than five feet.
I took the loofa and washed every nook and cranny of her beautifully sculpted body. When I had her fully lathered, I hit the jets and watched her eyes widen and she squealed, realizing the jets were coming from all angles.
Including the floor, and Angelic was standing directly over one.
She jumped and I pulled her back on top of the jets and watched her face flush and her eyes glisten. I knew what those jets were doing and I was aroused at her inability to prevent her orgasm from taking over. I wished the shower had a mirror. I wanted her to see how remarkably breathtaking she was during an orgasm.
She collapsed into my arms and I cradled her to my chest. I lifted her to ravish her mouth and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I wanted that kiss. That kiss that got under my skin and drove my blood to boil. I felt my erection and I wanted to fuck her but I couldn't.
Not without protection. I almost didn't care. I knew I was clean; I made a point to get tested regularly. It was a necessary part of being a womanizer. It was her I had to think about.
She released her legs and broke away from my mouth that had been devouring her nonstop. Making her way down my body, she started with my nipples that hardened at her touch. She sucked on them and nipped them gently, circling them with her tongue.
My head fell back and I could no longer contain the excitement. My entire body was humming with pleasure from her touch.
She backed me against the tiles. Their coolness reflected the heat coming off my body. She looked up with those amazing eyes and smiled. I was not lying when I told her she was the most beautiful woman I had ever been with. Her beauty radiated inside and out and I wanted her to believe, I need her to believe, she was the first woman I had ever said that to.
I wanted her to be last.
She knelt and took my cock between her perfect heart shaped lips. That was what she meant when she said I wouldn’t need a condom. I let her suck and tease. She pulled me towards the jets, then she hit the switch. The water massaged my balls as she pumped vigorously on my enlarged shaft. I lost myself in her and took every bit of pleasure she was providing.
She pulled me out of her mouth with a resounding pop and began to fuck my cock with her tits. Holy fuck, I was going to explode all over her. That wasn’t where I wanted my seed. I wanted it inside her. I wanted to fill her womanly cavern. What she had done to me had me losing all control, all common sense.
I wanted to feel her gripping me. I wanted to drill her and fill her. I wanted her to smell of my sex so that no man will ever touch her the way I could. I wanted to ruin her for any other man. I wanted to be the only man who touched her ever.
Logic went out the window.
I would claim her. She would be mine.
I raised her head, pulled her up and held her directly above my erection. My intentions were clear, I wanted to fuck her bareback, but I wanted her permission. I needed her to tell me she was ok, that she trust me, no matter what happened.
She attacked my mouth and plunged her tongue inside. She lowered herself onto my cock and deepened the kiss. She knew what she wanted and she was going to take it. If all she was looking for this weekend was mind blowing sex from me, I would give it to her. I would give her everything she wanted for now.
I turned her back against the tile, giving me better leverage. She wrapped her legs tight around my waist and used every muscle in her body to take me. She swiped all the product off the shelf in the shower and propped herself up onto it. Her perfect ass fit like it was made for her, made for this. I continue to hammer into her blindly.
Every thick vein of my cock grazed the inside of her tight pussy. As wet as she was, her tight cavern stretched to accommodate me as I got harder, longer. I pushed harder, faster. I couldn't get deep enough, even though my balls were slapping against her curvaceous ass.
I’d barely left her mouth long enough to breathe, let alo
ne to let her scream. I broke the kiss and watched her eyes glaze over. I was so enthralled in the sensation of riding her I almost missed the signs. She had come properly several times since I had been fucking her, maybe longer.
Time had no meaning, the only thing that meant anything to me right now was how she felt gripped to my cock.
I didn't recognize the sound of my own voice. The gravelly growl came from somewhere deep within. Deep like I was embedded in her. I didn't want to leave, not yet. I felt every spasm, every jerk, every fucking nerve in my body when I came.
I wanted it to start all over again.
I wanted to fuck her again. I was jealous of how a woman could recover from her orgasm so quickly. With men, it took a while longer for us to come around. I would take her again before the night was over, or before the sun came up, of that I was sure.
For now I would rinse us off and carry her to my bed and keep her close. She got her fantasy and I planned on having mine. What my Angel was not aware of was that she had not been the only one waiting. I had been waiting for the chance to make love to my Angel since that night in the park.
If I had not been too drunk, would I have broken my rule and taken her that night in my dorm room?
I’d already broken one rule with my Angel.
How many more rules was I willing to break to keep her by my side?
Chapter 8
Angelic
I had to get to my room. I had to take care of myself before I let things got worse than I’d already made them. He seemed content in drying me off and wrapping me in the plush terry robe. Laying beside him in his bed, I had to tell him.
“Jackson, I have to get something from my room.” Would he ask or would he instinctively know?
“What’s so important it can’t wait until tomorrow?” He laced his hands in mine and brushes them across his lips.
“We…” I hesitated, “we didn’t use a condom.” I waited, hoping he got the hint. Nothing, a blank stare. Shit, was he really as dumb as the tabloids said? “I have the morning after pill in my room; we don’t want any complications from what happened.”
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