Angel looked me in the eyes. Even in the low light, I couldn’t tell what was going through her head in the slightest. After a moment that felt like a fucking eternity, she nodded.
“Okay.”
I reached down and fondly planted my lips against hers, giving her a deep, loving kiss. I didn’t even have to pretend – it was so easy to bend for her, to hold back from the hunger of my usual passion.
Carefully, delicately, I guided her out of the rest of her clothes. Soon, she was stripped bare beneath me, her body opened up for the taking.
Her tits looked fantastic.
Her shaved little pussy was glistening.
Her skin was ready for my pleasure.
But…
But.
I couldn’t believe it. I had never, ever hesitated before taking a partner before. After scores of groupies and doing as I pleased with their bodies…it was alien to me to actually care about any of them for longer than the moment.
“Is…is something wrong?” She asked timidly.
“No,” I answered immediately, guiding her attention away from any perceived, misplaced dissatisfaction she might have feared from me. “No, everything’s fine.”
“You’re…not doing anything,” she observed quietly. She must have become self-conscious; her thighs rubbed together lightly, toes curling, and she was subtly shrinking into herself.
“I’m just savoring the moment,” I told her, although I wasn’t fooling anybody.
I sat down beside her on the bed, furious with myself, bitterly arguing with my sudden bout of stupid, idiotic hesitance.
My conquest was here.
She was ripe, and ready for the plucking. Not only that, but every furious ounce of gritty, hungry lust within me screamed: you’re going to be FIRST.
“This doesn’t feel right,” I felt my lips speak, hearing my own words definitively betray me.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
Angel was sitting up now, hiding her exposed body behind part of the comforter. She was clutching it against her breasts, her legs wrapped together beneath her.
“I…”
I didn’t have words.
But she was concerned now.
Scared.
I needed to have the right words.
“I don’t think I can do this to you,” I heard myself whisper as I turned away. “As much as I want to fuck you like an animal and just let you fall to the wayside… I don’t think I can do that to you.”
It was like an out-of-body experience. Wherever this sudden anxiety, this conscience had come from, it was forcing my body to react on its own. Something deep down inside me held me back. It refused, revolted, rebelled against absolutely defiling her.
I knew that’s exactly what would happen otherwise.
Without any hesitation, I could rock her world. I would bring her to fresh levels of bliss that she could barely fathom, let alone crave.
She was virginal.
She had no idea what I could do to her.
But I did.
And not even just physically.
I could seriously fuck this girl up.
And I couldn’t.
“But I want it, I do,” she whispered.
“You think you do,” I answered. “You know that you’ll enjoy yourself with me, but you know that I’m leaving town soon. We’ll probably never see each other again. What then? How will you handle that?”
Angel was caught off-guard.
“I’ll manage,” she finally told me.
“You’re trembling.”
My hand slid across her thigh.
She was shaking in the semi-darkness.
“I…I’m sorry,” she whispered sadly.
“No. Don’t be sorry.”
She looked me in the eyes.
It seemed like she was shaking a lot less.
“Do it, Trent,” she whispered.
“I can’t make you another footnote…”
“No, you’re not listening to me,” she insisted, her hand sliding along my own thigh and grabbing at my cock through the denim.
I caught her gaze, bearing witness to ferocity behind those pretty eyes.
Angel didn’t look afraid now.
She looked…different.
“Shut up and fuck me, Trent.”
Where the fuck is this coming from?
But I could see it. This wasn’t a little scared teenager who was trying to be courageous about jumping into bed with me…this was a woman whose confidence suddenly rivaled my own.
She wanted this.
She was ready for this.
My hesitation evaporated, and I drew her into a deep, long kiss, tugging her down into the covers with me…
Chapter 14
Angel
Trent pulled me down into the bed with him, and our bodies immediately intertwined. He was so handsome, with his incredible physique and the fire burning deep in his eyes.
I could feel an insatiable rush, the pressure of the urges in my brain forcing me onward, tomorrow doesn’t matter, just focus on the right now.
But, then again, I’d forgotten a lot of things.
I let him take control.
Show me, my eyes pleaded.
Help me learn.
Teach me.
And he did. God yes he did.
Trent grasped onto my wrists, holding them down on either side as he lay down upon me, but careful to not crush me. I felt his jeans brush against my skin. As my need overcame me, I was all too eager to run my fingertips down his sculpted abs.
But he wouldn’t let me.
Trent kissed me deeply, hungrily, and moved his lips down to my throat. I craned my neck, exposing the tender flesh to his hot breath and tugging teeth. He kissed, nibbled, and bit at the skin before moving downwards.
His hands still binding my wrists to the bed above my head, he worshipped my ample bosom.
With dripping lust, he took one perky nipple into his mouth. He tugged with his teeth and flicked it with his tongue, flooding my head with pleasure.
He moved to the other. He kept my wrists together with one hand while moving the other down to grasp the breast fully, his fingers digging into the supple flesh.
I could see the strong bulge in his jeans.
I wanted more.
Needed more.
Yanking my wrists free, I took him by surprise. My hands immediately flew to his jeans, my fingers nimbly unbuckling his belt and tugging down the pants.
Almost immediately, his cock sprung to life.
And it was massive.
A long, thick erection bounced in the air between us. In the soft light, I could see a glistening drop of his precum on the very tip, a precursor to his mounting need for pleasure.
But what caught my eye just as much as the generous thickness or incredible length was the collection of piercings lining its length.
“You pierced it?” I asked wondrously.
“Ribbed, for your pleasure,” he chuckled.
I was fascinated.
“Nuh-uh,” he smiled wickedly. “I’m in control. I’m in charge. And it’s my job to show you how this works, right? You just lay back until I tell you otherwise…”
I did as I was told, and Trent descended down to my abdomen, peppering a trail of kisses south – towards my thighs. He was no longer holding my wrists down, but his large, strong hands wrapped around my thighs…holding me in place.
Playfully, I tried to fight his strength, but it was to absolutely no avail.
His lips planted along my inner thighs, kissing his little trail along the supple skin. I breathed out a sigh of anticipation on my back, knowing that my steaming core was ready for whatever he had in mind…
I felt a single, slick finger slide into my wet pussy.