Indulgence

by Liz Crowe

  “Jesus, Angel. Your perfect little body makes me fall apart!” Hank whispered in my ear then bit down on the sensitive flesh just behind it. He lifted his knees and pressed my chest back, changing the angle. I braced myself on his muscular thighs, arching toward him teasingly. His hands tweaked and rolled my nipples into hard nubs. He used the new angle to his advantage, bringing his weaker hand down to my aching clit to rub it in juicy little circles.

  I couldn’t speak, only feel the way he played my body like a well-tuned instrument. He overpowered my senses, controlled my body, and made me forget that anything else existed. Everything I had yielded to him, spinning willingly into his vortex of pleasure.

  “Give it to me, Angel,” he gritted through his teeth. I caught his gaze. Hank’s eyes were intensely focused. His jaw was held tight, teeth clenched, sweat dusted his forehead and hairline as he hammered into me.

  I tilted my hips back just as he took his thumb and forefinger and pinched my clit, pleasure and pain collided, and then he thrust his hefty cock into me. I saw stars, my orgasm shooting through every pore, overtaking me, escaping in a guttural cry. His mouth swallowed my scream as he pumped into me, roaring wildly, finding his own release. Deep flutters of warm liquid filled my womb, heating my lower half from the inside out.

  “Angel,” he breathed into my mouth while the last of his essence spilled into me.

  He rolled his hips salaciously, prolonging our pleasure to the last possible second. I was completely boneless, my body draped over his like a ragdoll, utterly spent and sated. His cock, once thick and rigid, had softened, throbbing and nestled safely within me.

  “Hank, that was … ” I couldn’t find the words, instead nuzzling into the crook of his neck on his good side.

  “Everything. That was everything,” he whispered against my neck, kissing and nibbling the skin there. His hands caressed up and down my back in a soothing calming rhythm.

  We spent long minutes that way, clutching one another while coming down from our combined highs. I was as certain as the sun would rise tomorrow that the man had ruined me for other men. That was possibly the best sexual experience I’d ever had in my life and he wasn’t even completely up to par, being hindered by his shoulder. I could only imagine what he’d be like with both arms in good working order. I could already picture being under him, his huge body surrounding me completely. Flutters of desire started to stir within my belly.

  “Angel, I can feel your wheels spinning. What are you thinking about?” he asked, yearning evident in his voice.

  “You. About how incredible this was. How I can’t wait to experience you when you’re healed,” I grinned and bit my lip.

  “Oh, Darlin’, you have no idea the ways I’m going to take you,” he said before he kissed me, his soft lips and tongue overwhelming me. Deep affection was building between us so quickly it was hard to mask the rising feelings.

  His tongue searched and played within mine in a saucy little dance. I moaned deeply, from the furthest recesses of my soul. I could feel him getting hard within me once more.

  “Ride me, Angel. Nice and slow this time.” Hank was bossy in bed but I found that I rather enjoyed it. His dominant nature, the sheer size of him in all ways, made me giddy with the need to have him and relinquish control.

  Together we found a slow, sensual rhythm. I could tell his shoulder was hurting him because a grimace overtook his lovely face now and then. Sliding up and down I put everything I had into making unhurried quiet love to him. With my body I showed him how much I desired him. With punch-drunk kisses I proved I wanted him and only him. Up and down, flesh to flesh, we melded our bodies and minds. Before long we were both withering and crying out in combined release. I’d never come with a man at the same time. With Hank, I had twice. Being with him sexually was magical, unlike any connection I’d ever known. The thought excited and frightened me in equal measure.

  Without trying, I was becoming attached. Physically and mentally Hank had wiggled his way into my body and mind. At this very moment in time, it felt right.

  It’s official. The woman was a goddess. Sex in my book was always good, sometimes great, but never like this. Ab-so-fucking-lutely mind blowing. Her body drove me wild. She was damn near perfect and I told her as much. The legs were finely sculpted and went on for days. Her lengthy, slim body fit mine like no other. Her breasts were mouthwateringly tasty, and her ass—Jesus Christ, her ass made me weak. It was an ass you bowed down and worshiped and I planned to … often.

  I almost blew my load when she turned around in those sexy little panties. Honestly, I had planned on waiting to take her to bed. Wanted to heal up a bit, play with her a little, and build up the anticipation between us. That all ended the moment her dress hit the floor. My Angel had a body that screamed take me! So I did. I’m not sorry, either.

  Being with Aspen filled me with light. Made me whole. Finally, after weeks in this godforsaken city, I had something to hold onto. That something was several inches over five feet and had me wrapped around her delicate little baby finger.

  After tonight, making love to her, there was nothin’ that was going to keep me from being near her. It wasn’t just the physical, either, though she damn near killed me with her knockout shape. I knew when I saw her weeks ago that she had a beautiful body, but seeing her bare, riding my cock … holy hell. I’d have to keep her close. There was no way in hell any man was ever going to look at my perfect Angel ever again. She was mine. In time, I’d make her so, body, heart, and soul.

  Finally our breathing calmed to a normal rate. She lay naked, draped over my chest. Right where I needed her. She pulled her body back and my dick slipped out of her, both of us moaning in unison.

  “I need to clean up,” she said shyly, her hair falling over her face like a golden fan.

  “I rather like you dirty.” I couldn’t keep the grit out of my voice. She shot me a knowing smile as she sauntered into the restroom, a little extra sway to those sexy hips.

  Good Lord, the woman made me crazy. She did things to me. Feelings I hadn’t felt in years were cropping up and demanding they be let out. Instead of dealing with them, my resident caveman came to the forefront making me want to knock her over the head, drag her to my bed, and never let anyone have her. Wanted to keep her for my very own.

  She returned in a dark purple satin nightgown, sans the stockings. My dick started to stir and I mentally tried to think of my mom and dad, my brother’s two monsters, anything that would prevent me from the urge to take her again.

  We both needed rest and I needed a pain pill. I got out of bed, went to my room, and took my pain remedy. Though a couple more rounds with my Angel and I wouldn’t give a shit how much the shoulder hurt. The sweet bliss I felt inside her was intoxicating and all encompassing. I’d suffer through the pain willingly for another taste of her honey.

  After cleaning up in the bathroom I went back into her room. She had turned on the TV and was coyly looking away every time I tried to catch her blue-gray eyes.

  “Um, I thought we could watch a movie now.” She twisted her fingers together and gripped the comforter to her chest tightly.

  “Sounds good, Darlin‘.” Shyness was new and lovely on her. Unexpected after three orgasms, but cute nonetheless.

  She watched me walk naked across the room.

  “See something you like?” I asked her, standing unmoving at the side of the bed. Her eyes scoured my form greedily.

  “You are a work of art, Hank,” slipped past her pretty lips. I boldly stroked my dick for her pleasure more than mine. “Oh, God,” she mewled as my cock grew to full mast.

  Before I could say anything she had scurried along the bed and my cock was down her throat. “Fuck, Angel! Warn a man next time!” Her hands palmed my ass as she sucked and swirled her pink little tongue around and around the fat head.

  I watched her with adoration. She was a beautiful sight, bobbing up and down over my cock.

  That tongue of hers lapped at the f
luid leaking from the tip and I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. My vision blurred and I had to reach out and hold onto the bedpost to keep from passing out. Seeing her small hand encase my length, her haunting eyes stared at mine as if she was reaching through to my soul.

  The sight almost undid me. Almost.

  Still, I couldn’t look away. Didn’t want to. She put such effort into pleasing me I damn near fell to my knees to beg for mercy. It was impossible that a woman so perfect, so ungodly beautiful, existed and wanted me. Big ol’ Hank from Texas, playing building blocks in the big city.

  She took me deep and hummed around my hard flesh. “God, fuck!” If I didn’t take control of this I was going to lavish her with words she wasn’t ready to hear. Words that were meant for long-term lovers who were devoted to one another. I wanted to be devoted to her. Hell, I already was, even if she didn’t want me for the long run. Somehow, I’d find a way to make her mine for good.

  As she sucked me into oblivion, I gripped the sides of her head, fingers tunneling into her silky hair. “Let me,” I gestured, thrusting my dick. Her eyes turned big and rolled back, closing of their own volition. She breathed deeply through her nose as I slid my cock down her throat, fucking her the way I wanted to from the moment I saw her in front of the building weeks ago. I twisted her long hair in my good hand, roughly tipped her head back, perfecting the angle as I plowed into her eager mouth.

  One of her hands held her balance, the other came up to her creamy white breast where she cupped and pinched the nipple much harder than I would have. She moaned and I watched astonished as she hungrily took my length down her throat over and over.

  “Touch yourself … C-come with me, Angel,” I urged.

  She slid her right hand down her gorgeous body, lifted her purple gown up to give me a nice view of her bare ass. She held herself up on her knees, one hand keeping balance on the bed. She leaned her weight onto her balancing arm and slid her other hand down to delve into her heat. I had the perfect position to see her fingers twirl around her clit.

  The sight ripped through my body, sending jolts of pleasure where her pretty cheeks hollowed out around my cock. She moved faster and faster, following the pattern of my thrusts. I had been on the edge of coming since the second her lips touched me, but this, this was unbelievable. I was about to blow. Her fingers between her legs were a blur of activity; her ass tipped up and arched while she moaned, a shot of electricity sizzled through me. She removed her hand from her wet heat and brought it up to pinch and elongate her right nipple. With nimble fingers she squeezed and yanked on it until it was the color of a ripe raspberry. I knew it tasted just as good.

  Watching her stroke herself and take my cock down her throat at the same time did me in.

  She jerked in orgasm the same time I pumped into her mouth, howling as the pleasure became too much. My seed jetted down her throat, a little dribbled out the side of her mouth. I took my thumb and brushed it off, wanting her skin unmarked. She swallowed my essence then gripped my hand and licked off the remnants, like a cat sipping its milk from a bowl. Aspen was by far the sexiest woman I’d ever been with. Everything about her tore at my heart and ripped it open wide for her to steal.

  She lapped at my softening dick, licking me clean. I cupped her face, fingertips lightly flowing along the ridges and planes. So many emotions were openly visible as her gaze held mine. The way she nuzzled against my shaft as if she was worshiping me stole my breath. My angel was too good to be true. None of the women I’d ever been with made me feel as if they owned me, but this one did. A small blink of her perfect lashes and I was done. A lift of her swollen lips and I was a goner. She straight owned me. It was more than the sex. It was the way she looked at me. As if she saw … me. Not just a hunk of meat or a body to fuck.

  Her hands slid up and down my thighs and heavy bursts of air left me. She came up on her knees and held me. A hug. Something so simple held so much meaning. This wasn’t just a roll in the hay. It was more. She knew it and I knew it. Now I just had to make sure she didn’t try to escape it.

  Leaning down, I kissed her deeply, wanting her to know how much this night had meant to me. I could taste myself in her kiss, and it was one of the most exotic things I’d ever experienced. I devoured her mouth and lips until we were both out of breath.

  She removed her nighty, pulled back the covers and slid under, leaving the space next to her open in invitation. I tilted on my good side and pulled her against me, her ass nestled against my groin. I lobbed the bum arm over her waist. “Is this okay?” I asked a little uncertain.

  “More than, okay. I’m tired Hank. Go to sleep.”

  I fell asleep dreaming of all the wicked things I was going to do to my angel the very next chance I got.

  Turned out, we went at it like rabbits again first thing in the morning. She was riding my cock like a champion thoroughbred when her bedroom door flew open.

  Her head tilted back and she came with a loud scream. The sound was louder than usual and I realized after spurting hotly into her pussy that it wasn’t just her screaming.

  Standing with his hand still on the door was a stunned Oliver. Mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. His eyes were wide and the size of dinner plates.

  I covered Aspen’s breasts protectively; they were the perfect size and filled my palms nicely, but I didn’t want his eyes on em’.

  “Get on outta here, boy!” I yelled in anger at her friend.

  His mouth hung open, catching flies. Then he abruptly turned on his heel and scampered away.

  “Fuck! Why the hell does he come into your private chambers unannounced? How the hell did he get into the house?” A thousand questions formed but I could only spurt out a couple of them. “Are you okay?” was my last question when I realized that she wasn’t answering. I cooled my jets and smiled. Teasingly I asked, “Angel, did I fuck you dumb?”

  She nodded against my neck smiling wide and I rubbed her back, then palmed her ass. Her knees were gripping my hips domineeringly, and if she didn’t get up I was going to take her again. All of a sudden her shoulders started to shake and I worried that she was crying. Bone-breaking fear took over—I had screwed up something again.

  A howling laughter barreled out of her as she slid off me and to her side clutching her middle. Thank God it wasn’t me messin’ something up!

  “I think you shocked the hell out of Ollie! Did you see his face? Oh Hank, that was fucking perfect.”

  She was confusing the hell out of me but I went with it. “Well yeah, I thought the fucking was perfect, too.” I grinned and she just laughed harder.

  She smacked my chest playfully and tried to calm her laughter. It was no use. She’d looked at me and started the whole bout over again. I let her finish her hysterics, enjoying the sight of her so carefree. Once done, her lips locked on mine in a long, sweet kiss.

  “Thank you.”

  “I’d never been thanked for sex before, but you’re welcome. Anytime.”

  “No Hank, thank you for freaking out Ollie. That was the perfect payback for a couple of his transgressions. He’ll be mortified for a week … hell, maybe even a month!” Her smile was bright and lit up the room. It seemed it was easy to please my angel.

  “Glad to be of service. Anytime you want to fuck me to freak out your little friend, I’m your guy,” I assured her, hugging her sexy body tightly.

  After a few moments she leaned up. “Don’t call him little. It’s derogatory and it will hurt his feelings. I want payback, but I don’t want you offending him. Okay?” I was reminded that regardless of our mating it didn’t change the fact that Oliver had top billing. I needed a new plan to ensure I got top status.

  “Got it, Darlin’. Note to self. Do not piss off your assistant.”

  “He’s not just my assistant. He’s my best friend and only I get to piss him off. Got it?” She poked at my chest to make her point.

  I nodded, still annoyed that he came and went as he pleased. Then my w
hole world went bright with her next comment.

  “I have the entire day free.”

  “Really?” I tried not to sound too hopeful. “Whatever shall we do?” I used my most eloquent accent and thrust my hips.

  She hit my chest again and got out of bed swaying her delectable ass in the process. “I was thinking we start with a bath. You game, Stud?”

  “A bath?” I crinkled my nose. ”What about your friend?”

  “You can’t get your bandage wet, so a shower’s out.” My angel thought of everything. “And Ollie can wait, the little punk.”

  “Oh, so you can call him little, but I can’t?”

  “Exactly!” she smiled. I didn’t think I’d ever understand her relationship with that man. Boy. Man-boy. Whatever.

  A brisk knock came at the door. She moved to open it completely naked. “Don’t you dare flaunt that body in front of him.”

  She looked at me in confusion and then just shrugged her shoulders. I walked over to the door and opened it bare-ass naked instead.

  Oliver’s eyes traced my body from top to bottom. His mouth hung open again. “What is it?” I asked. He continued to stare.

  Behind me, Aspen wedged her way around with that sexy purple nightgown back on. She stepped in front of me to hide my manhood. I put my arm around her shoulders and cupped her satin-clad breast, then kissed her neck. She leaned it to the side, giving me better access. She wanted to make her friend uncomfortable? I was her guy. If I got to touch her in the process, that was just fine with me.

  “Oliver, when Hank’s here, he’d prefer you knock.”

  “So it starts already?” The man’s eyes narrowed into slits; his lips held a hard line. She shrugged and he continued. “The nurse is here and I’ve cancelled your afternoon appointments so that you could have the day as you requested. Is that going to be all, Ms. Reynolds?”

  Heated looks were exchanged between the two and then a smile crept across Aspen’s face. “Gotcha! Payback’s a bitch!” she screamed with laughter. “I can’t believe the look on your face, Ollie. You looked like you had wet your pants!”