by ERIN BEDFORD
“Photoshopped?” Michael cocked an eyebrow. “I assure you, every part of me is wholly my own."
"I bet it is." I purred, pulling Michael's shirt up even higher. He became impatient with my gradual revealing of his yumminess and yanked his shirt over his head. Suddenly, I was forced to take in the complete perfection that was the archangel Michael.
It just wasn't fair. Even his nipples were nice, not overly pointy or hairy. I could stare at him all day and be happier than a clam. My soaked panties agreed wholeheartedly.
Michael apparently wasn't as content as I was just to look at him. His hands moved from my waist and trailed up my sides, leaving hot streaks of need running through me. He cupped my breasts through my bra, a curious look on his face. "This is much different than touching you before."
I chuckled. "I would hope so." With a coy grin, I reached behind my back and unsnapped my bra, letting it fall between us. Michael's eyes found my bare breasts, and my nipples hardened at the attention.
Moving my discarded bra aside, Michael returned to my breasts, cupping each one in turn. It took everything in me not to moan out in pleasure. I could tell by his dark gaze that he deeply appreciated my bare skin. My eyes flicked down to his lips, and our agreement came back to my mind.
"I believe I owe you a kiss." I peered up at him beneath my lashes, a bit shy but also eager to lock lips with the devastatingly handsome angel. Michael's eyes lifted from my breasts though his hands still palmed them, making me squirm.
Not waiting for him to answer, I licked my lips and lifted my face up to his. I didn't bother with soft and gentle, we didn't have time for that. Who knew when he'd disappear again? I wanted to take advantage while I could.
I threaded my fingers through his hair, tugging his face closer to me and sliding my tongue along the crease of his lips. Letting go of my breasts, Michael wrapped his arms around me, pulling me even closer to him. At the same time, he opened his mouth to me, pressing his length up to rub against my hot core.
Moaning into his mouth, I used both hands to hold onto him as I shamelessly ground my clit against the front of his pants. The fabric between us made it impossible to get as much friction as I wanted, so with a growl, I stood from his lap - earning me a befuddled look from Michael - and then promptly dropped my pants, dragging my destroyed panties with them.
Instead of sitting back in Michael's lap, I moved over to my bed and sat back on it, gesturing with a hand for Michael to follow. His intense gaze on my nude form, Michael stood from the couch and unbuttoned his pants. He wasted no time dropping them to the floor. If he had underwear, I didn't see it because my eyes instantly locked onto the mammoth cock taunting me.
Long and hard, it bobbed its head at me as Michael approached. My tongue peeked out to wet my lips, and the urge to take him in my mouth was almost overwhelming. I wanted to know what he tasted like. Did angels taste different than humans? More importantly, I wanted to see the ever-composed Michael crying out his release because of me.
"If you keep looking at me that way, I will not last." Michael's husky voice drew my attention away from his cock, and I smirked.
"Maybe that's what I want?"
Michael placed his knee on the bed between my thighs and leaned downward forcing me to lay back. "I would love to explore every inch of you, but I believe since we are on a time limit. We should save that for another time."
Poking my lower lip out, I whimpered, "But-"
Whatever I was going to say was cut off when Michael's knee made contact with my wet slit. Michael ground his leg against me, making me gasp and groan. He leaned over me, his fingers trailing over my collarbone and down to circle my nipple.
He plucking at it until I cried out, "This is hardly fair."
Michael gave me a devastating grin. "I never said it would be." His hand dipped between us, his fingers finding my pulsating bundle of nerves. It didn't take much work for him to have me arching off the bed, stars bursting behind my eyes. "So, responsive," he mumbled. He kept stroking me even as my toes curled and a scream ripped from my throat.
Trying to even the playing field, I searched him out and wrapped my hand around his length, causing him to hiss. I tightened my grip on him, moving it along the silken steel. Michael paused in his assault on me and braced himself on the bed. His face pinched in pleasure was almost as good as his finger on me. Almost but not quite.
"Enough," Michael commanded, causing me to shiver at the desire in his voice. Michael put both legs between mine, pushing up until I lay spread eagle. Swallowing thickly, my heart beat rapidly in anticipation as Michael lined up our centers. The tip of him brushed the entrance to my heat, and I squirmed.
Thankfully, Michael didn't have the same addiction that Lucifer had to teasing and pressed forward, filling and stretching me. One hand gripped the sheets beneath me, and the other clawed at Michael's shoulder. Michael let out a low gurgling moan as he pushed completely inside. My legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him as close as possible, and still, it wasn't enough.
"Move, please," I begged him. That's right, I wasn't too proud to beg. I wanted him. I had since the moment I laid eyes on him and his brothers. Now that I had a chance to have him, I was going to take full advantage.
Michael locked eyes with me, the intense desire in his eyes combined with his cock inside of me was almost enough to set me off again. When he began to move, my breath caught. Pleasure rippled through me, rubbing me so completely I couldn't hold back my voice. I screamed and moaned, I yowled like a cat in heat, anything to make him keep going.
While my core was filled to the brim, the rest of me felt sorely left out. It was one of those moments that made me wish Lucifer and Gabriel were around. I needed more hands.
As if sensing my need, Michael's arm wrapped around me, lifting me up and pressing his mouth to my neck. He bit and sucked at my skin, while my front rubbed against his, causing a wondrous friction on my nipples. In our new position, I had more leverage and took full control of our movements.
I slammed myself down onto Michael’s cock, groaning as he hit the deepest point of me. I moved in a hip thrusting motion so my breasts and clit could brush against him. The combination of being touched in so many places was becoming too much. I could feel my climax coming once more, and I welcomed it.
Months of teasing and foreplay with no release had wound me so tight I had feared I'd never get some relief. Now that I knew my blood could make them whole, I planned on using it to take my fill of them.
Slutty? Maybe. But who was going to judge me? God? The guys had been more than happy to share my attention, I couldn't imagine it would be any different now.
I cried out as Michael took over our movements. He thrust into me so powerfully that all I could do was hold on for dear life. One more strong thrust and I was gone. My head reeled, my legs and arms tightened around him, trapping him against me. Michael didn't let up though, even while I was careening over the edge. It only made him move faster. His breathing came in rampant spurts, and sweat covered both our bodies, making us slip and slide against each other. By the time Michael grunted out his release, I'd already come down from my high and hit it again. Talk about stamina!
Collapsing on the bed, our breathing was the only sound in the room. Eyes closed, I reveled in the after-sex euphoria. My body felt light, almost like I could float up to the ceiling at any moment. I'd forgotten what it felt like to feel so loose and relaxed. I guess all I needed was a good poke to solve my problems.
"Is it always like this?" Michael asked after a moment, turning beside me.
I peeked open my eyes to look at him, my lids still too heavy to function fully. "Like what?"
"An uncontrollable release of hormones." Michael's brow furrowed, and his lips thinned from pressing them together too tightly.
I stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out what he was asking. Then a horrible idea came to my mind. A horrible, hilarious thought that couldn't possibly be true.
Shooti
ng up in bed, I turned to face him a wicked grin on my lips. "Michael, were you a virgin?"
Michael's brow rose. "Of course not. I've had sexual contact with several female angels, some of which were at the same time."
I held my hand up, suddenly not so giddy to tease him. "I get it. Angel orgies. But weren't those times the same as this?" I gestured around us.
"No," Michael answered, shaking his head, his sweat-coated hair clinging to his face. "For one, angels do not secrete bodily fluids." He ran his hand down the side of my body, the sweat that had cooled there warming at his touch. "And the females are not so vocal or enthusiastic."
I blushed. "Well, to be fair, I'm not usually so vocal either. I've always been a screamer, but that was excessive even for me." I cocked my head to the side. "What do you mean, not as enthusiastic? Don't they like sex?"
"Sure, they do." Michael mused. "But they pretty much just lay there, while you were taking control of the act." His fingers moved down my side and to my hip, curving over it. "Taking as much as giving."
His words caused hot desire to rush through me once more, and I could think of nothing more than climbing on top of him and showing him how much I enjoyed our workout. With a coy grin, I put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a push. I towered over him, pressing my slick heat along his growing cock.
Rocking against him, I said, "That wasn't taking. I can show you taking. I'll make you scream my name, begging me to let you cum. I like sex, Michael. The only reason I've gone so long without it is because of you and the others, but now that touching you is an option? I plan to make up for all the orgasms you have denied me." I reached between us, lifting my hips to position myself over him. As I sank down on his already thickened cock, I groaned out, "Starting right now."
Michael didn't stop me from riding him. In fact, he only grasped my hips with the barest of touches. But he watched. Oh, did he watch. His eyes moved between my face, my breasts, and where we connected. I didn't know why that made it even hotter, but it did. I pushed against his abs as I rode him, glancing down to watch him move in and out of me every once in a while. The sight was truly erotic.
Just as I was about to reach my peak once more, Michael flipped us over. He slipped out of me just long enough for him to turn me on to my stomach. His arm wrapped around my stomach and lifted my backside and then he pushed inside of me once more. At a teeth-clenching pace, he thrust into me. The angle we were at had him hitting a spot inside of me that was so intense I could hardly breathe, let alone scream.
When I hit my climax this time, I didn't expect it. It hit me so fast and hard that my knees buckled and only Michael's arm kept me upright while he finished with a rumble that vibrated through my spine.
Michael released me, letting me sink into the bed. A boneless feeling overwhelmed me, a stupid grin on my face as Michael leaned down and whispered, "I believe I will be doing the taking from now on."
I waved a lazy hand at him. "You do that."
My eyes started to close when a pounding on my door woke me slightly. I didn't have a chance to answer or even get up before Mandy came bursting in. Wearing jeans, and a blazer over a t-shirt, she stomped into my apartment like she owned the place.
"What the hell, you can't answer your phone?" she yelled, staring down at her own. Without looking up, she turned toward the kitchen area. Searching the counter, she snatched something up in her hand. “Ah hah! I knew your phone wasn’t lost and it’s even on, so then why aren’t you answering —”
Mandy spun around, her words catching in her throat as her eyes found Michael still leaning over me completely naked.
I laughed at the dumbfounded look on her face, causing her to turn her gaze on me. Shifting on the bed, I smiled. "Hey, Mandy. Meet Michael. You know, the archangel."
14
The way Mandy stared at Michael would have been hilarious had he not been as butt naked. I got the drool factor, I really did, but a part of me wanted to lash at her with my blunt nails.
Man, I needed a manicure.
“Mandy,” I called her name, grabbing the sheet of my bed and covering myself. “You can stop staring at him now.”
My best friend blinked and slowly her gaze moved from Michael to land on me. Her mouth opened and closed, her finger pointing at him. “That’s Michael.”
“Yes,” I told her and then looked at Michael. “We should get dressed. Mandy’s brain is turning to mush the longer your porn star body is visible.”
Michael quirked a brow at me and then offered me a hand. I reached up and clasped it. Just as Michael began to pull me up, he disappeared. Or rather he was still there, but my hand went through him causing me to fall back on the bed.
I bounced slightly and scowl. “Of course, it would wear off now.”
“It would seem that way,” Michael agreed, turning his hands over as he looked them over. He didn’t seem at all bothered by his nudity.
“Hey, where’d he go?” Mandy asked, her head swiveling this way and that as she searched for him.
I waved her off and sighed. “Don’t bother, he’s incorporeal again. Just my luck.” I slipped off the bed, ending up right in the middle of Michael, who hadn’t backed off. My body buzzed with energy, and I quickly stepped out of him.
Grabbing my shirt off the ground, I dragged it over my head. I started to tug on my discarded underwear when the reminder of what Michael and I had been doing started to slip down my leg.
I started toward the bathroom, bypassing Mandy who still was looking for Michael. Using a washcloth to clean off, I yelled out the door, “You might as well stop looking. You’re not going to find him.”
“What do you mean?” Mandy hurried toward the bathroom. “He was just here. He couldn’t have disappeared into thin air.”
I snorted. “Yeah, actually he can and often does.” I stepped out of the bathroom and pulled some new underpants on. Grabbing my pants from the floor, I slipped them on and buttoned them.
“That’s got to be annoying.” Mandy frowned. “How do you keep track of him?”
“He’s still over there actually,” I nodded over at him, my eyes sliding over his delectably nude form. “And still naked.”
Michael glanced down at himself and then tried to pick up his clothing. His brow furrowed as his hand kept going through them. Stalking across the room, I picked up his shirt and handed it to him, but when I tried to let go, it simply fell to the floor.
“Well, that’s interesting.” I cocked my head to the side and stared down at the shirt, crumpled on the ground.
“What is it?” Mandy asked, coming up beside me, only inches away from Michael’s bare ass. Even though she didn’t have a clue, it still made the she-beast in me roar.
“Michael can’t put his clothes on. It seems that while he turned back all ghostly, his clothes didn’t.” I gestured up and down his nude body, which caused him to get hard. “Really?” I raised a brow. “You’re turned on now?”
Michael smiled slightly. “You seem to have that effect on me.” He looked down at his clothes and frowned. “This is an unexpected after-effect.”
I furrowed my brow and scratched my head. “Can’t you just you know, materialize new clothes or something?” Before the words even finished coming out of my mouth, Michael crossed his muscular arms over his chest and clothing appeared. A gray V-neck sweater and tight jeans that hugged his ass like they were made for him. Which they had been.
“Is this better?” Michael asked in a condescending tone.
Pursing my lips, I grunted. “No, not really.” Michael’s smug grin gave me an idea. “Oh, if you can make new clothes, can you —”
“Jane,” Mandy interrupted me. “Can you not talk to him like I’m not in the room?”
My grin fell, and I turned back to my best friend. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel left out. You can relay anything you want to say to Michael through me. I mean, if you have questions or whatever.” I smiled brightly.
Mandy shook her head,
rubbing a hand on her temple. “No, no. Not that this isn’t all fascinating - I’m still not sure that it’s not some hallucination - we have other things to worry about.”
I clucked my tongue. “Well, if you’re hallucinating then I am too.”
“That isn’t comforting,” Mandy said sarcastically. She shifted, putting her hands on her hips, exposing her gun and badge clipped to her hip.
“You’re still on duty?” I glanced down at her weaponry. “Don’t you ever take a break? It’s the weekend.”
Mandy rolled her eyes. “Did you forget we are still looking for a missing girl? Which by the way, is the reason I came by.” Mandy paused, and I waited for her to explain herself. “We found Jack. Or at least, an address to check out. I was trying to get a hold of you, so you could come along and do your, you know, psychic thing.” She wiggled her fingers in the air.
“Oh, okay.” I shifted and turned to Michael. “Do you want to come?”
Michael shook his head. “No, I need to check into all this.”
“This?” I squinted at him.
Taking a step toward me, Michael reached out and brushed his fingers along the side of my face. I leaned into the tingling wishing his hand was solid once more. When he dropped his hand, I sighed.
“I must find out more about this blood exchange. What does it mean? Can it be done again?” Michael explained. “I will send Gabriel to help you.”
I shrugged. “Fine, but don’t tell them about us until you find something out. Angels haunting me is already a pain enough, I don’t need them waiting around for me to get hurt so they can drink my blood.”
“That’s how it happened?” Mandy asked, a disgusted look on her face. “He drank your blood? Gross.”
I cocked a brow at her and then ignored her completely. “Just don’t send Lucifer. You know he’ll figure it out right away, and that’s all I need.”