by Liz Gavin
She didn’t choose Bobby because he’s a big movie star. I’m not even sure she knew who he was when they started flirting. Later, when he introduced himself, she remembered what she had heard about him and his reputation as a ladies’ man. However, that was irrelevant to Angela. He could have been a Nobody and it would have made no difference to her. When she wants to fuck somebody, she just does it. She did exactly that last night. She liked what she saw and went for it.
Angela was completely hammered when he first approached her. That was understandable, though. She is quite intimidating. Her out-of-this-world beauty, her self-confidence and her magnetic presence keep most men away. Bobby knew who she was. He had seen her gorgeous smile on many celebrity magazine covers. Despite his notoriety as the king of all Bad Boys, the guy talked to her only when she was as high as a kite. He didn’t seem very audacious to me. Sometimes, Angie’s choices in men infuriate me. She has a knack for finding the biggest wimps, weaklings that she devours over breakfast. Granted, this Bobby character is not a complete loser, but I have many doubts about him. I’m all for Angie having fun and as much sex as she can but she should raise her standards.
I look out of the windows again. It is still dark outside. The February sun will take another hour or so to come up. I doubt it will be able to fight its way through the ominous winter clouds hanging on the horizon. That is perfect. I’ll have a little extra time.
Turning from the large windows, I cross the living room to gain access to the master bedroom. I stand a few feet away from the king-size bed and watch her sleeping. I bet she won’t remember much about last night once she wakes up.
I feel the familiar pull beckoning me to get close to her. When I stop beside the bed, Angela gets agitated, as she always does while she’s unconscious and I am around her. I also get aroused, which is my unfailing reaction to her proximity. I don’t have enough time to act on that. She is waking up. That will teach me not to drool over Angie instead of doing something about my urges and her desires when I have a chance. Now, it is too late.
Angela languidly stretches her naked body under the silk sheets. Her alabaster skin is softer than the fabric, the sheet slides down, slowly revealing her. Little by little, inch by inch of her glorious self. I know her body so well but I never get tired of looking at her. I’m hypnotized as my eyes follow the path revealed by the receding golden sheet. I can’t help myself so I stoop down and let my invisible fingers touch her warm skin. They follow each curve, each indentation, each hidden nook of her toned, perfect body as the sheet travels down. From her head to her toes.
I know I should leave these thoughts to another day. After the alarming news I received from Kesabel, I should be focusing on more pressing issues. Like my survival. And hers. But I can’t concentrate on anything other than my body’s reactions as my hands move along her skin. One day she will get me in serious trouble for not being able to perform my duties, when I’m around her. Not right now, though. So, I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations.
I frown when I notice she is awake. I shouldn’t be feeling the warmth of her skin under my finger tips any longer. She shivers and looks around the room, slowly taking it all in. I withdraw my hands and observe her reactions. She doesn’t recognize anything. She doesn’t know where she is. The suite is luxuriously appointed but she’s used to luxuries. There’s nothing new or surprising in that.
She looks at Bobby beside her and a deep wrinkle creases her eyebrows, Who the hell is he?
Flashes of the previous night pop up in her head and she remembers meeting the gorgeous movie star. He was dancing near her and her friends. She remembers flirting with him. After that, everything is just a blur. Her eyes are unfocused as she tries her damnedest to remember what happened last night.
I watch Angie move her hand across the mattress until she reaches Bobby’s thigh. It seems she has decided to make the best of the situation regardless of the fact she has no clue as to what they did last night. It doesn’t matter to Angela. That’s my girl! She is always willing to have fun. No worries about consequences. Some people say she’s got a death wish. What do they know?
She can’t see his face hidden under his arm. His snoring is very loud so it’s safe to say he is sound asleep. I lean against the wall to better watch the show. I wish I could do more than that, but Bobby would have to be an empath for me to take part in it. Angela skims her hand over his thigh. He takes a deep breath, rolls to his side and captures her hand placing it on his growing shaft.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” he greets her.
“Good morning, baby,” Angela replies in her husky whisper as she locks her eyes in his green gaze while rubbing her soft but strong hand along his member.
The friction makes him harder and I can feel his lust in my own body. That is great. Bobby is an empathy. I can draw on his abilities to feel exactly what he’s experiencing. It seems I’ll be able to have some fun, after all. They won’t see me, hear me or feel me. They won’t know I’m there. However, the closer I get to them, the more excited Angela becomes, as a response to our bond. It’s a win-win-win situation.
I watch Angela splaying her long fingers across his chest dragging her carefully manicured blood-red nails up his body while holding his engorged member with her other hand. His breathing becomes erratic and Bobby moves slightly in bed, finding her full lower lip and pulling it into his own mouth.
Through his touch, I feel the softness of her lips. I focus on much Angela loves it when a man plays with her mouth and Bobby picks my idea up and does exactly that. She sighs and my dick reacts to that sound. It gets harder. I can’t resist any longer and lay on the huge bed beside them. All of a sudden, the air is charged with a different kind of energy. Their bodies grow restless as if sensing a foreign source of power that their minds are otherwise too busy to register.
“I don’t know about you, sweetie, but I love a morning ride,”’ Angie says.
She kneels on the bed and swings a long leg over his midriff to straddle him.
“Ride away, love!”, he eagerly agrees, in his unmistakable British accent.
I kneel beside her and run my hand down her spine, she shivers as she leans down and swirls her tongue over Bobby’s nipples. I can feel the moisture and the warmth of her mouth on my own nipples and they turn into hard nubs. I reach down between their bodies and press my palm on her entrance. She moans but I guess it’s because Bobby is caressing her smooth back, his hands move up and down, scratching her lightly. Her body reacts to his teasing as goosebumps form over her skin. I keep fingering her and she bites his nipples hard.
“I don’t know how you’re doing this,” she smiles up at him, licking his abused little nub. “But keep doing it.”
Instead of replying, he grabs her head and pulls her down for a long, sensuous kiss. I get lost in their heat as her tongue slides against his and they fight for control. She is a demanding lover and Bobby is not backing down. I insert a third invisible finger inside her and kiss her nape. She gasps and breaks free from his kiss.
“God, that’s wicked,” she looks down at his hands. They are resting on her hips. “How can I feel you inside me if your hands aren’t there?”
“Wishful thinking,” he dismisses her offhandedly and goes on to trace her upper lip with the tip of his tongue, very slowly and deliberately, teasing her, while she bites down his lip and their blood pressure rise.
I get sidetracked by her comments, though. She wasn’t supposed to feel me. What is going on here? At last, my lust gets the best of me and I don’t want to understand any of this. I want to have fun with them. I go back to their show. It is so hot and intense I start to worry I might climax before them. So I close my eyes and try to cool down but it’s so damn hard to think straight. Or think at all.
When I open my eyes again and focus back on Angela and Bobby, I find out they’ve changed positions. He has pinned her down on the bed and is straddling her. He cups her full breasts with both his hands. They fit perfectly in m
y hands but Bobby’s hands are slightly smaller than mine. He squeezes them and Angela moans softly.
“You like that, don’t you?” he smiles and bends down to kiss her.
“You have no idea,” she whispers inside his mouth.
As they devour each other in yet another sizzling kiss, I grab Bobby’s shaft and pump him. My other hand finds Angie’s scorching folds to tease her. I bend down to add my tongue to her sweet torture.
“Bobby, you are driving me crazy. I don’t know how much more I can take,” she struggles to say the words. Her voice sounds even throatier them usual.
Bobby grabs her ankles and holds them over his shoulders. As he positions himself at her entrance and leans down to take kiss Angela, a piercing noise disturbs the morning quiet and all hell breaks loose. It’s the fire alarm bursting loudly.
For a few seconds nobody moves. They’re too shocked to register what’s happening until I shove Angela out of bed. She actually falls off of it taking Bobby with her. I got stunned. It’s the first time I can physically move her while she’s awake but there’s no time to think about it now.
They grab the first piece of clothing they can find and run out of the room. She ends up wearing his shirt. Bobby hops down the corridor as he puts on his jeans. They keep running down the stairs until they get to the street. They both stand on the other side, opposite the hotel, watching its top floor burn a bright red against the grey morning sky.
Because of all the adrenaline coursing through their veins they can’t feel the icy air around them. Because of the thick smoke that’s rapidly shrouding Royal Street in darkness, nobody notices a figure clad in black stealthily sneaking out of the hotel through a back door. Nobody but me, that is.
I know that bastard all too well. I also know why he’s here. I would gladly wring his neck out of sheer frustration and hate, sending his black soul straight to hell because he’s one of the reasons I’m running out of time. Apparently, it’s happening faster than I had imagined.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
When Liz Gavin was in Second Grade - just a couple of years ago, really - her teacher told her mother the little girl should start a diary because she needed an outlet for her active and vivid imagination. She was a talkative child who would disrupt the class by engaging her colleagues in endless conversations. She loved telling them the stories her grandfather used to tell her.
Apparently, the teacher wasn’t a big fan of those stories, and Liz’s mother bought her a diary. She happily wrote on it for a couple of months. Unable to see the appeal of writing for her own enjoyment only, she gave up on it. She missed the audience her friends provided her in class. She went back to disturbing her dear teacher’s class.
Since then, she has become a hungry reader. She will read anything and everything she can get her hands on - from the classics to erotica. That’s how she has become a writer of erotica and romance, as well.
As a young adult, she participated in a student exchange program and lived in New Orleans for six months. She fell in love with the city and its wonderful inhabitants. NOLA will always hold a special spot in Liz Gavin’s heart. Nowadays, living in Brazil, Liz’s creativity has improved many times because it’s such a vibrant, gorgeous and sexy country.
Welcome to her world of hot Alpha males and naughty, independent women. Add a touch of the paranormal in the presence of some wicked souls and you get the picture.
Other books by Liz Gavin
Sexy novels
Steamy short stories & Collections
If you want to contact me, please, write an email to [email protected]
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