She placed a hand on his thigh to test his reaction. He didn’t flinch, but he wasn’t exactly offering himself to her. She glided her hands over the tight muscles of his legs, daring to venture into the delicate area of his inner thighs, mesmerized by the tempting feast before her. Angel didn’t protest. She lightly held him in her hand and flicked the silver ball against the soft underside of his cock.
To her surprise, he gasped and moaned.
“See?” Tommy said. “It feels good.”
Angel stared into Tommy’s eyes. They weren’t saying anything, just staring with a hint of a smile and the gaze of affection. Each traced a delicate finger over the other’s cheek. Tommy slowly leaned down and put his lips to Angel’s and rested them there. It was a closed mouth kiss, but it conveyed so much passion and tenderness that Jessi sat mesmerized, lost in the quiet moment that Tommy and Angel shared.
Tommy’s lips moved to Angel’s neck and chest, causing his cock to rise. He lifted his head from the pillow and flashed his eyes between her and Tommy. “Someone better get to work, because I’m about to burst.”
Anticipation surged through Jessi’s chest. Her fingers crawled up Angel’s legs and he opened them for her. He was already moaning as Tommy’s tongue traced circles around his nipples. She wanted to feel him in her hand and stroked him slowly. She could have stared at him forever, but she couldn’t control her desire to take advantage of the rare opportunity to please Angel. She put her lips to the head of his cock and gave it a little nip. Angel jerked and grunted, and he rewarded her with a tiny drop of nectar that she eagerly lapped up. His cock twitched back at her with approval. She teased him with the tip of her tongue and then put him inside her mouth. She let out a victorious muffled sigh. She longed for the brief and rare sexual encounters they experienced. She wanted to please Angel the same way she pleased Tommy. It took all her willpower not to straddle him and ride him until she fell breathless down to the bed, but she knew that wasn’t a possibility.
Right now, none of that mattered. He liked what she was doing to him. His body was relaxed, and he sighed. She feverishly licked and sucked him, working the metal piercing like a massage wand into the sensitive fleshy spot under the tip. It sent Angel into a frenzy. He gasped and mumbled something. Tommy was whispering into Angel’s ear. She couldn’t hear what it was over the swishing inside her mouth, but Angel was answering in grunts of, “Yes. So good.”
Tommy whispered something else. Angel answered, “I’m trying, but . . . I can’t hold out much longer.” He pulled at his lush, dark hair. “Please. Let me come.”
Was this a new game Angel and Tommy played, where Angel waited for Tommy’s permission to have an orgasm? If it was, she wanted in. She wanted control. She continued to suck Angel, utilizing her newly pierced tongue that made this moment possible. She glanced up at them again. Angel was panting heavily and their eyes were dead locked on one another. Angel leaned his head back, his eyes fluttered and his irises were lost under his lids.
Tommy touched Angel’s cheek. “Look at me.”
Angel regained focus on Tommy’s face.
“That’s a good boy. Stay with me, A. You’re almost there.”
Angel let out a pitiful groan. It was unlike him to withhold an orgasm. He was always the first to find release. He had no willpower in the bedroom. Tommy was making him beg.
“Take turns, my prince, I want your mouth on me.”
Tommy licked his way down Angel’s torso and his tongue met Jessi’s at the base of Angel’s cock. They smiled at each other, players in a new and exciting game.
Tommy bore down on Angel and sucked him, then it was Jessi’s turn. Angel had his arms stretched out to the sides. He clutched the sheets in his fists and jutted his chin to the ceiling as they alternated gobbling down his cock.
Jessi concentrated on bringing Angel over the edge. She wanted his orgasm. It was a naughty twist on the usual game she played with Angel, competing for Tommy’s attention. Now she was competing with Tommy for Angel’s outlet. It was exhilarating!
The piercing beat into Angel’s flesh. Her tongue never moved so fast. It was Tommy’s turn, but she knew Angel was close, so she pushed his hand out of the way. The bed rippled and Angel shuddered with an intense orgasm. Hot molten liquid shot in forceful spurts into the back of Jessi’s throat. Her mouth was on fire. She couldn’t swallow fast enough, and it ejected out of the corners of her mouth. After she sucked and licked every bit of Angel’s juices, she sat back on her knees and wiped her mouth. Tommy and Angel were sharing a kiss. When their lips finally parted, Angel had the most serene look on his face.
“I love you so much, my prince. Every time we make love it’s a new adventure. You make me feel like it’s our first time all over again.” He propped himself up on his elbows to look at Jessi and gave her a crooked smile. “That was one hell of a welcome home present.”
Tommy turned and crawled up to her so close and so fast that she fell back on her elbows with surprise.
He had mischief in his eyes. “I think you need to catch up. I missed you, hon.” He forced her legs open with his knees and hovered over her. His mouth tenderly graced her lips and then went to her neck. His lips traveled to her breasts while his hands cupped their circumference. As he suckled, she ran both hands through his lustrous hair. It was glossy and thick between her fingers. She never wanted to let go of it again.
He looked up at her with a longing she never saw before. “You’re so beautiful. I missed your skin, the smell of your perfume, the color of your hair.” His lips went to her breast again, first one, then the other. He squeezed her nipple between his lips and nibbled it with soft pressure. “I missed you’re flesh. Your breasts are so beautiful. I can’t believe I went without touching or tasting your pointy pink nipples for so long.” He licked the other nipple, then pinched it between his fingers. She cried out, not from pain but from the surge of adrenaline that shot straight down between her legs. He pinched it harder and tugged on it. The sensation bolted between her thighs again and her body twitched.
Her nipple remained clamped between his fingers while his mouth went to the other breast and sucked it. He kept tugging on her nipple. It sent a continuous wave of tingling sensations down between her legs. She wrapped her legs around his back and pushed her pelvis into his lower abdomen. She was on the verge of an orgasm without his mouth or hands leaving her breasts. She leaned her head to the side and made eye contact with Angel. He was lying next to them with his head propped up on his hand, smiling with a provocative and interested glint in his eye. He put his hand to her cheek and puckered his lips into a kiss.
Another tug on her nipple and she lost sight of Angel. The only thing in her vision was white light, blinding and profuse. Her breath came in short, heavy bursts. The pressure between Tommy’s fingers hurt, but it made her wet and beg for release. He held her nipple between his thumb and forefinger and shook her breast, while his mouth sucked the life out of the other one. Her crotch was pulsating even though he still hadn’t touched it. He moved his mouth to the center of her cleavage so both nipples were pinched between his fingers. His deep breaths were almost as loud and labored as her own. She raised her hips further and pressed herself into the hard muscles in his abdomen. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and pulled on them at the same time as he rubbed his body into her crotch. Skin against skin, with only a bit of wetness that dripped from her body, her endorphins exploded and sent her into an uncontrolled orgasm. She cried out until her voice was almost gone and tears stung her eyes.
Tommy’s lips found her neck and placed a small love bite. She pressed his face into the crook of her neck and nuzzled him with her chin. She struggled to catch her breath. “I don’t know what you just did to me, but I feel like I’m on a cloud and just had the most vivid wet dream.”
He put his lips to her ear. “That was just the beginning. I’m not done with you. I’m just getting started.” His hand skimmed the edge of her waist, then traveled over her
hip. Goosebumps rose on her arms. He touched the delicate area of her inner thigh and her body weakened and went limp. His fingers swirled her flesh into a teasing whirlpool that pulsated and begged for penetration. Her shoulders lurched off the bed as he slid one finger inside. A second joined the first and filled her. She was still basking in the aftermath of her first orgasm when another overtook her. She could barely breathe or see or hear anything around her. She was lost in her own world where nothing existed except Tommy and the euphoria that he brought her.
Tommy seamlessly replaced his fingers with his cock. He was solid and massive like a baseball bat. Hard and deep, he harpooned her. The tortured weeks of celibacy were rewarded with the trophy between her legs. Tommy slammed himself into her, grunting and gasping between moans. He slowed down his momentum, but she knew he wasn’t done. She opened her eyes and focused her vision. Angel was behind Tommy, kissing his shoulder. She loved to watch them together, both hovering over her. Tommy stilled and leaned back slightly so Angel could enter him. She hung onto Tommy’s neck with both hands and hugged his hips with her knees. His silken hair cascaded over his shoulders and tickled her cheek.
She had waited weeks for them to be together again. The tortured days apart were over. They shared their bodies with one another. They were connected, as one. They were three people fused together by love.
Beyond Tommy, she watched Angel. Intense and dark, the bliss that shown in his eyes captivated her. She loved to gaze up at them, both on top of her. Angel was the driving force that propelled Tommy into her body. A few hard thrusts rejuvenated the tingling inside her. It sent her chin to the ceiling with her back arched into a semicircle. She was helpless as she surrendered to the third orgasm. Her arms fell from Tommy’s neck, her legs dropped to the bed and her body shook. Her breaths were erratic and made her dizzy. Gradually, her vision stabilized enough to focus. Tommy’s lips were parted as puffs of warm breath blew down on her, and he had a look of over-the-top pleasure in his eyes. He buried his face into the side of her neck as Angel rode him from behind. Tommy grunted and heaved a few long sighs before he collapsed on top of her. His breath was warm and labored on the side of her neck and she pulled his hair back to allow him enough air to breathe.
Angel leaned down and placed his lips on Tommy’s shoulder, then stretched enough to kiss her on the lips. He rolled off Tommy onto his side of the bed and stretched his arms out to the side with a deep sigh. Tommy was dead weight on top of her. She didn’t care that she couldn’t breathe. She would have rather died of suffocation than separate their naked bodies, but he slowly rolled onto his pillow.
Tommy pushed the messy strands of his tangled hair out of his eyes. “I need to refuel,” he stammered between breaths.
Angel threw his legs off the side of the bed and picked up his underwear. “I’ll get us some water.”
Before Angel could slip into his briefs, Tommy came to life and snatched them out of Angel’s hand. “I want you naked. I want to watch that firm ass when you walk out of the room.”
Angel laughed softly. “As you wish, my prince.”
Jessi’s eyes followed Angel as he strutted toward the door. He had a magnificent body, from the back as well as from the front. His skin was perfectly tanned and it glowed with a supple sun-kissed sheen. She turned to gaze at Tommy. With his fair complexion and golden hair, he and Angel complemented each other perfectly. Angel was her dark knight and Tommy was her blond Adonis. Her men were home, and this was exactly the reunion she envisioned.
Chapter Fourteen
The entire band came home for Jessi’s graduation ceremony. Word spread of their return to the United States and fans flocked the ceremony at Radio City Music Hall, accompanied by eager paparazzi ready to snap the first photos of Immortal Angel on American soil in weeks.
They had snuck into JFK virtually unnoticed less than 12 hours ago, but their arrival spread across the internet like a virus.
Security was tight at Radio City Music Hall and restricted Jessi’s interaction with the fans, but the celebration party at Garcia’s offered the freedom to socialize. Angel’s dad welcomed the publicity at his restaurant.
Jessi stayed out front with the band to sign autographs and take photos. Even Alyssa, who hated the intrusion of her personal space, mingled with the line of people behind the barricades. It sent the paparazzi into a frenzy as they snapped the rare sought-after photo of Alyssa and Damien together.
Several fans presented Jessi with flowers and gifts. It was an unexpected show of loyalty from a body of people who she thought were there only for Immortal Angel. Her heart was flooded with appreciation and gratitude. Today was an emotional day for her.
Jessi spotted Tommy’s dad lurking in the alcove of the restaurant. He watched Tommy greet the fans with pride radiating from his rugged face. Her father-in-law usually wore a mask of indifference. It was uncommon for him to acknowledge anything in either of his sons’ lives with more than a nod of his head or a handshake. But today, for the first time since she’d known Martin Blade, he beamed with admiration at his eldest son. It must have been the crowd of fans, accompanied by the television cameras and pop of flashbulbs that finally made him realize Tommy was famous. Martin was a rugged and tough man, but the smile emanating from his face proved that it was possible to break through his thick exterior.
Angelita, Angel’s mom, escorted Martin outside. He didn’t venture far, only a few feet from the entrance, but Angelita walked out to the middle of the barricades and spoke to the fans that gathered outside of Garcia’s.
“Thank you, but I need my family,” she told the crowd. “They will be leaving again for another few months. I have little time with my son before he goes away again.”
Angelita’s warm dark eyes found Jessi and they smiled at her. For a second she thought she was looking at Angel.
“Today we celebrate Jessica, the college graduate,” Angelita continued. “She is the next big fashion designer. You will see her magnificent clothing in the stores on Fifth Avenue and on the runway. You will witness the grand opening of her new store tomorrow. She will have much success.”
The fans cheered and applauded. Tommy and Angel came to her side and both kissed her on either cheek. Her smile was so wide they kissed the corners of her lips. Tommy’s dad, the man with a heart of stone, gave her a hug. He put his arm around Tommy’s shoulder and then he did something that she never thought she’d see. Martin Blade shook Angel’s hand.
They all retreated to one of the private rooms in the back of the Garcia’s, past the murmur of whispers from some of the patrons dining in the restaurant. Jessi was surrounded by the people she loved most in the world. Tommy and Angel, her sisters Ella and Maggie, Alyssa and Damien. Ricardo and Angelita Garcia, Martin and Barbara Blade, and of course, Jimmy.
Conspicuous by their absence were Jessi’s parents. She tried to dismiss it, but without them to share this long-awaited achievement, there was an emptiness in her victory. She refused to acknowledge the crushing pain that centered in her chest. She told herself that she didn’t need their support. The only people she needed were sitting at the table with her right now.
Jessi had only spoken to her mother once since the horrific phone call that took place at the rest stop in Ohio when the band was on tour. Her father had never even bothered to get on the line to speak to her this time. They still weren’t willing to accept the inclusion of Angel in her marriage, and they wanted her to leave Tommy. It was the ultimate rejection. They had refused to apologize for the names and insults they hurled at Tommy and Angel, and Jessi refused to speak to either one of them until they did.
She took a deep breath and straightened her shoulders. She wasn’t going to be sucked into the negative drama of her parent’s betrayal. She was moving forward with her life.
From the outside, the appearance of Jessi’s store was deceiving. It probably looked exactly like what Tommy and Angel were expecting – a quaint shop, featuring a modest amount of her designs. They had
no idea that she opened a top-notch retail store. They would be the first ones to see it before the grand opening in the morning.
They paused on the sidewalk to admire the window display. Jessi never tired of seeing her name in hot pink neon lights. Her heart fluttered when she turned the key in the door and they stepped inside.
Tommy scanned every inch of the new store with one sweep of his eyes. “I don’t know what to say. This place is amazing! How the hell did you pull this off?”
Her chest swelled with pride. “I had help. A lot of help. And I had an interior designer.”
Angel slowly walked through the shop. He was quiet, speechless, as he stopped to touch everything that his eyes fell upon. He fingered the metal studs on a mini skirt and took the hanger off the rack. He peeked at the hem and gasped at the lining. “This is gorgeous!”
She knew his penchant for animal prints and that’s where she drew her inspiration. All Jessi Blade garments were lined in a silk, pink leopard fabric.
Angel continued inspecting the store’s contents. He sat on the chaise lounge, also covered in her signature silk, pink leopard print. He played with the trim of a black fringed lamp and clicked it on, then off. He turned to her with an opened mouthed smile. “This is absolutely gorgeous, sweetheart. I’m in love with the décor.”
Tommy was still flabbergasted at the reveal. His eyes covered everything from the floor to the ceiling. He stopped at the wall that housed the Immortal Angel merchandise and called Angel over.
“Why am I not surprised she has our merchandise here?” Angel laughed. “Still promoting the band every chance she gets. That’s our wifey.”
The Immortal Angel designs that she created for Falcon Records were her first designs to be sold commercially. The label on the back of the band’s merchandise now read Jessi Blade for Immortal Angel Apparel. It was another tidbit of wisdom that Angel’s dad insisted upon. Instead of selling her designs to Falcon Records, she received royalties. Not only did the label bear her name, now she received a kick-back on the profits.
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