Annabelle's Angst: NEW ADULT CONTEMPORARY SUSPENSE ROMANCE

by Bree Branigan

  Chapter 7

  Slate’s swollen cock sprung free of his jeans as soon as the zipper cleared the last rung of teeth. Lizzy could tell instantly that this was no longer the boy she knew in high school. He was thick and long and eager for her warm touch. She ran her fingertips up the sensitive underside, eliciting a pained groan from his throat.

  “Damn,” he whispered into the cool night air.

  When the warm velvet of her tongue followed the same path, he writhed in the damp grass. She licked and teased every inch, carefully avoiding enclosing his cock in her hot mouth. Her fingertips massaged and tickled his heavy balls and soon he was digging his nails into the soft ground beneath them.

  “Fuck,” he groaned.

  When she finally slid her warm lips around the swollen head and let her tongue tickle the spot just under the opening, his hips bucked up until he was buried in her throat. She slid her mouth up and down, sucking steadily, while her hand rolled his balls firmly. She felt the first telltale throbbing of his impending orgasm, and immediately released him completely. His wet cock glistened in the moonlight as it bobbed and his head flew up off the ground.

  “What the…” he stared at her wide-eyed in frustration.

  “I thought you might have learned a little self-control in your advanced years” she taunted him as her fingertips tickled his aching shaft.

  He ran his hand through his thick shaggy hair and shook his head.

  “Finish me, you little…”

  “Oh, oh, oh, now Slate. I’m not one of your little biker bimbos, I know you better than that. Threats are no way to get what you want,” she grinned as she sat up.

  She slipped out of her shirt and her generous tits bounced free, braless and round and firm. Slate instantly sat up and cupped them roughly with his big callused hands. He bent his head and captured one tight little nipple between his teeth, letting the tip of his tongue flicker over the sensitive tip. Lizzy could not stop herself from threading her fingers through his hair and clasping his face to her flesh.

  Her other hand wandered down between their bodies and stroked his cock firmly. It quickly started to pulse against her palm, and she dove down to wrap her lips around the head. As she stroked with her hand, his hips thrust up hard and the jets of his climax filled her mouth. She sucked every drop out and down her throat. When she pulled back up, his eyes were still rolled back in his head as he slid off his high.

  As soon as he regained his awareness, he growled deep in his chest and spun her around until she was flat on her back in the grass. It was damp against her skin and tickled her lower back. She squirmed as his nails raked over her smooth tummy, and he tugged her snug jeans off her body.

  Her little lacy thong tore when he yanked it down her legs but she did not even notice. With no pretense or warning, he tossed her legs onto his shoulders and buried his face in between her thighs. After he ran his tongue through her wetness, he captured her swollen clit between his lips and flicked the tip of his tongue against the taut surface. He flicked hard, fast little circles with a practiced urgency. Lizzy screamed into the silent night and exploded against his mouth. He licked up every drop of her moisture and quickly rose between her legs.

  “Inside me,” she gasped, desperate for him to fill her.

  He thrust his swollen cock inside her, filling her pussy and stretching her with his thickness.

  “Oh God,” she moaned as she locked her ankles behind his ass.

  With his first one out of the way, he had regained a small amount of his self-control, but her tight hot pussy was threatening to rip it away from him again. She rose and fell with his of his thrusts and their bodies slapped together urgently.

  “Harder, Slate, harder,” she pleaded with him.

  He obliged her by slamming his body against hers with each thrust, pulling her hips down against him each time. When his eyes drifted up to her bouncing tits, he groaned at the sight. She dragged her fingernails down his back, leaving red trails of her passion. His fingers dug into her hips with each thrust. Lizzy felt her body start to quiver and she looked up at his strong face and into his deep dark eyes.

  “Do it, cum for me,” he whispered intensely, driving his cock into her body.

  And she did. She exploded on his cock, each thrust sending ripples of pleasure through her entire body until her gripping muscles squeezed his second orgasm out of him.

  “Oh God Lizzy,” Slate grunted as he held himself inside for the final spurt.

  He collapsed on top of her, and she entwined his body with her arms and legs as they panted in the night air.

  Slate finally rolled his muscular frame to the side and curled his arm around her shoulders. Lizzy laid her cheek against his warm chest and listened to his heartbeat. It was as familiar to her as her own, and she sighed into the sensation, letting his body shelter her against the cold and against the feelings that threatened to overwhelm her.

  Chapter 8

  She must have dozed off because suddenly Lizzy awoke with a start and had to chuckle when she heard Slate lightly snoring. It took her back to those afternoons in high school, when they had fooled around and then fallen asleep on his couch. When she started stirring to stretch her neck, he woke up as well. His rugged face wore a self-satisfied smirk when he looked down and saw her naked form curled up into him.

  “Slate, I…”

  He cut her off with a wag of his head and helped her sit up. She scrambled for her clothing and tugged them on without looking at him.

  “Lizzy, before you say anything. I know this isn’t us starting back up, and I know that this isn’t the life you want. But I think I deserve a little explanation for everything.”

  “You deserve?” she squawked, “What on earth do you think you deserve? You abandoned me on the night of my senior prom. I was left standing at the damn front door waiting. I finally called Mandy and she said I could go with her and Rocky.”

  “Is that the night…” his voice trailed off as he tried to push aside thoughts of the three of them.

  “Actually, yes, that was the first night. We all got rip-roaring drunk in the parking lot, got kicked out of the prom, and crashed at a hotel outside of town.”

  “Fuck. And you were…”

  “Yes, I was already pregnant. I planned to tell you that night but you never showed.”

  Slate ran his rough hand through his tangled hair and sighed heavily.

  “I never knew,” he mumbled.

  “How could you? I never saw you again.”

  “And whose fault was that?” he bit back bitterly.

  Lizzy tossed her head, sending her curtain of long blonde hair ruffling in the cool night air.

  “Both of ours, I suppose. When you didn’t show, I figured I was on my own, so I took care of things.”

  “Took care of it?”

  “Yeah, Mandy and Rocky took me into the city to have it taken care of.”

  Slate’s head fell forward to his bent knees. “Dammit.”

  “And I took it as a sign that my life was meant for different things. I mean, if you had known, you would have made me stick around, and I would have been stuck here in this no-nothing blip on the map.”

  “Yeah, probably,” he admitted quietly.

  Lizzy dropped to her knees next to where Slate sat in the grass.

  “Slate…” her voice was quiet and hesitant.

  “Yeah?” he refused to look at her.

  “It’s for the best, and you know it. But once I had done that, I just couldn’t stay around here and risk running into you. Eventually you would have found out what happened, and I couldn’t stand that. It was easier to keep the secrets with me gone.”

  “Rocky and Mandy both know?”

  “Yeah, they were my angels.” She sighed wistfully.

  His strong arms spun her around and yanked her tank top up to reveal the smooth skin of her back.

  “That why you have these?”

  He traced a fingertip over the enormous angel wings that cove
red her shoulder blades. Lizzy shivered at the tickling touch.

  “Yeah, for all three of mine.”

  He finished tracing the outline with the tip of his tongue, and she gasped softly as her nipples tightened.

  “Lizzy?” he whispered in her ear.

  “Yeah?” her body started to awaken under his touch again.

  “I want to be an angel too.” His voice sounded small and sad, like a little boy.

  “Why did you run off that night? And you never came back to town until I was long gone.”

  He wrapped an arm around the front of her and for the first time, she noticed the wide flat scar that ran the length of his forearm.

  “What’s this?” she asked, tickling over it with her fingertips.

  “That’s my souvenir. You see, I had to leave that night. My dad had an accident and I had to go pick him up. I called your house and told one of your brothers. Maybe you didn’t get the message?”

  “You did? No one told me. I stood there all dressed up waiting for you!” Elizabeth watched his face racked with pain. Her heart ached for him, suddenly

  “My dad and his friend were okay, but the truck they were in was totaled. After I picked them up I drove his friend back to the motel. I saw Rocky’s dad’s car in front of the next room, looked in the window and there I saw you and Rocky and Mandy.” He looked down, and mumbled the next words. “You were in bed together. I blazed out of there before I did something stupid. Unfortunately, I was too late to not be stupid and I crashed my bike that night. I spent months in the hospital before I even regained consciousness. By that time, you were long gone. And Rocky and Mandy never said anything.”

  Lizzy turned to face him, and he pulled her onto his lap. Her head still fit perfectly into the crook of his neck and she breathed in the scent of him.

  “Do you hate me?” Slate’s voice was raspy with emotion.

  “That was never the problem, Slate. I never hated you. I could never stop loving you. And it hurt me every day.”

  He entwined his fingers into her long hair and cradled her head against his chest.

  “So are you still mine?” There was almost a demand in his tone.

  “I think we can work something out,” Elizabeth murmured, picturing him in her New York apartment. Maybe, just maybe, she could share her living space again . . .

  THE END

  Feeling Dirty

  Chapter 1

  The sound of organ music filled Antigua’s St. John’s Cathedral, and all the excited members in attendance turned their necks to view the bride as she made her entrance. She looked magnificent as she took her first step toward her betrothed. Even under the flounces on her flamboyant white wedding dress, Angela's figure captivated the room. Her chocolate-colored skin shone in beautiful contrast, causing her-soon-to-be husband to swallow in response to his eagerness.

  Now at age twenty-nine, Angela felt positively overjoyed. Her day had come. She glanced at her father, who’s arm she held. He beamed with pride. Angela looked toward the front of the church at the man she was about to marry, the man she had grown to love. It was hard to believe that four-and-a-half years ago they’d been total strangers. Now they were to be man and wife. The celestial music playing in the background almost moved Angela to tears. Still, she pressed forward happily until she was face to face with Andrew, her sweetheart.

  The priest cleared his throat, “Dear friends and family, we are gathered here today to witness and commemorate the union of Andrew and Angela in holy matrimony. They have spent time in each other's company, cherishing each other's existence, and solidifying their love for each other. It was this journey of love and discovery that has led them to the decision to affirm themselves and become man and wife.”

  As the priest continued speaking, Andrew and Angela stared into each other's eyes. They felt victorious. Everyone had come here to acknowledge this new chapter in their lives.

  Andrew began repeating his wedding vows. Angela listened to his sincere and eloquent speech. Each word filled her with emotion, making her anxious for the night to begin. His voice was so sexy! She listened to his promises; to the words “loyalty” and “always” and “satisfy”. When Andrew finished speaking, there was not a single person in attendance who doubted his commitment to her. After all, Andrew was a devout Christian. He took principles of integrity to heart.

  After Andrew, Angela read her vows, occasionally glancing up at him. He was smiling like a man who had just secured the most precious treasure in all the world. This made Angela happy. She glanced at the zipper on his pants; the suspense killing her. It occurred to her to read faster, and she almost giggled. But she passed on the idea, realizing that she had only one chance at perfecting the wedding, and an uncountable number of chances to explore her desires once she was married.

  The moment everyone was waiting for finally arrived. The priest turned the couple to face each other and adopted the most jovial of smiles:

  “You may now kiss the bride.”

  They wasted no time. As their lips met, the cathedral erupted with applause. The two were now Mr. and Mrs. McClain. As they made their way down the aisle, the guests showered them with flower petals. The Cathedral doors burst open, and the couple went out into the light, where a car was waiting for them. The guests followed them out of the cathedral. It was a glorious day of love and celebration.

  As they boarded their vehicle. Angela looked at Andrew who was staring at her lovingly.

  “We did it,” he said. “We're finally married. You're officially my wife. I want to hear you say it.”

  Angela blushed, “I-I'm your wife. Oh God, why am I so nervous now?”

  Andrew chuckled, “You're not nervous. You're excited, and so am I.” He kissed her lips and then her forehead, and signaled the driver to take off.

  And so, the car began driving away, with a lively group waving at them as they went, the “just married” sign proudly displayed in the car’s rear window.

  *

  They arrived at their destination in no time at all. Having lived there most of their lives, they knew Antigua was small and beautiful. They had chosen to forgo traveling abroad for their honeymoon. Instead, they made reservations at the St. James Club Resort, a place Angela admitted she had always wanted to go to. Andrew had no objection. He only wished to see his new wife happy.

  Later, after a reception with their nearest and dearest; a time of love and well-wishing, they hastily made their way to their room. Holding hands, they felt like naughty children sneaking away. Andrew lifted Angela into his arms and carried her through the doorway of their suite. Rushing inside, he quickly bolted the door.

  “Well,” Angela sighed, “You have me all to yourself. I wonder what you're going to do with me.” She smiled mischievously.

  “Oh you are in for a treat.”

  Andrew picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, laying her on the bed. They stared lovingly into each other's eyes, until they could wait no longer. Taking her face in his hands, Andrew softly kissed her face, her neck, her lips, slowly circling his tongue around hers. Her response was fiery. Their tongues danced together raucously. She unbuttoned his shirt, gripping his black skin with her fingers. He sure-handedly undid the tiny clasps on her dress, freeing her large, round breasts. They kissed slowly and languidly, loving the feel of each other’s hot skin pressed together. Then, quickly they shed the rest of their fancy clothes, throwing them into a pile on the floor. In no time at all, they were naked. Staring at Andrew's large dark colored manhood made Angela wet her lips; swallowing hard. She began stroking his penis as he sucked on her nipple. Hands and lips began to feverishly caress and prod as they explored each other’s bodies.

  “My god, you’re soft,” Andrew murmured, stroking and sucking her nipples. He could feel her hands trying to encompass his erection. She ran her long fingers up and down his shaft, and he grew even larger. He began kissing her as he slid his fingers into her. Her breathing broke; he worked his fingers deep inside her
. He watched her body writhe in arousal, making him smile. Then he lowered himself to nestle his head in the coarse black hair of her pussy. His tongue lightly licked her soft petals, sending jolts throughout her body. Slowly he licked up and down her slit, slurping slightly as she became more and more wet. His tongue began to make concentric circles around her clit, causing her to tremble in ecstasy. When he was sure that she was moist and ready for him...

  “Now,” he said. Her eyes flashed with relief.

  He slowly rested his lengthy shaft in her slit. She raised her hips to meet him, begging him to enter her. She pulled his hips toward her and he thrust himself inside until as much of him was inside her as could be. She gasped. His thickness was driving her wild. The friction created a wave of pleasure that traversed her pussy, down through her spine, and she arched her back, moaning. Andrew penetrated deep. He loved the hold her vagina had on him. He loved how she was getting wetter by the minute. He loved how her voice rose when he hit her womb. She was all his. That beautiful dark skin... those two bountiful bouncing breasts... this tightness... All of it was his. He felt like the luckiest man alive.