“Take your time. Model for me.” I grinned and picked up a few things for some of the kids.
“What are you getting?” She furrowed her brow as she looked at the smaller clothes in my hands.
“A few things I still need for the party.” I nudged her toward the dressing rooms. “Go try things on.”
She pursed her lips at me for a moment, but she didn’t say anything else as she turned on her heel and headed into the dressing rooms.
While she changed, I picked up a few more things, piling them in my arms. The kids would look great, especially once I got their makeup done.
I couldn’t wait to see Angela’s face when she saw what we had planned for the party.
“Colton? Can you come help?” Her voice called through the dressing room door.
I piled everything onto the chair outside the dressing room, and tapped lightly on the door, waiting for her to open it.
Angela took my breath away.
Even without the corset laced up, I could tell she would look incredible. The rich burgundy color made her look like a wealthy Victorian era woman, but the low cut of the top and the way the corset would pull everything in to accentuate her curves made it look anything but Victorian proper.
“Wow.”
She spun around, holding the corset up in place, and then looked back over her shoulder at me. “Yeah? I know it’s not exactly historically accurate, but then neither were zombies, right?”
I took my time lacing her into the garment, and then rested my hands on her cinched waist as I stood behind her, looking over her shoulder into the mirror.
“You look incredible.”
Angela leaned back against me, and I couldn’t help but think we looked good together. She was just a few inches shorter than me, and she fit perfectly in my arms.
“What are you wearing?”
“You’re just going to have to wait and see. I’ve been working on it for a while.” I winked at her in the mirror. “You have to get this one. I won’t let you wear anything else.”
“Has anyone ever told you, you have control issues?” She smirked at me as she turned in my arms, looking up into my eyes.
“Only when I’m around you.” I didn’t know what it was about Angela Bartell. It wasn’t even about control, really. It was more about wanting the best for her, about wanting what would make her happy, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it to herself.
I skimmed my fingers down her sides, over her hips, tempted to push her against the dressing room wall and find out what she had on underneath the dress.
Instead, I kissed along her jaw as I murmured, “Go to dinner with me.”
“Again?”
“Are you going to deny me?” I tugged at the lacings on her corset lightly, just enough to make her gasp in my arms.
“We’re basically done with planning. Are you sure?”
Shaking my head, I pressed her back against the dressing room mirror, holding her there with most of my body pressed against hers. “What’s it going to take to get you to realize I’m not just hanging out with you because you need help planning a party? When are you going to realize I want to be here, that I enjoy spending time with you?”
She traced her fingers up and down my arms, her tongue darting out to moisten her lips, all but torturing me with her molded against me. “Okay. But we drop the pretenses then. If we’re going to go to dinner, and you’re going to order for me, and you’re going to pay for everything, then you need to ask me out properly. Not under the pretense of a work dinner.”
“A proper date.” I kissed her once, fleetingly, before I took a step back. I needed the space between us, or I’d do something I doubted she was ready for. No matter how much just the idea of it had blood rushing to my cock. “Angela, will you go out with me tonight?”
She pursed her lips as if she was going to deny me, but just for a second. Then she nodded quickly and grinned. “Yes, Colton.”
I pulled her into my arms, holding her against me as I kissed her again. “Then get changed. I know the perfect place, but we’re going to have to drive for a while to get there.”
Stepping back, but not out of the dressing room, I gestured at her clothing neatly folded on the chair.
She shook her head and chuckled. “Unlace me, and then get out. We haven’t even been on a proper date. You don’t get to see me naked yet.”
I clung to that one word as I unlaced her and went out to ring up all my purchases.
Yet.
It was still early, and the steakhouse was nearly empty when we pulled up, but I still demanded a quiet booth away from anyone else. I didn’t want to share Angela. Not even long enough to order food.
I smirked when she didn’t even pick up her menu, didn’t bother to look at it at all. I was more than happy to order for her.
“So, Colton… I’m not real sure what we should talk about. I mean, you know my childhood trauma, and we’re barely starting our first official date.” She licked her lips, and I couldn’t help but want to kiss her again.
Over and over again. All night long.
“We can talk about anything. Everything. What have you always wanted to know about me?”
“The obsession with horror movies. What’s that about?”
I laughed. “It’s not really that different from loving Halloween.” I leaned in close. “Have you really never watched any of them? Not Halloween, or Friday the 13th? Nightmare on Elm Street?”
“They’re not really my genre.”
“What is?”
She smirked. “I guess I’d have to say superhero movies. The hero always wins.”
We talked about movies, what she liked about her favorites, which ones she insisted I had to see.
I would’ve watched any of them, as long as it was with her.
Conversation shifted from one topic to another, never with much of a lull between.
Angela hardly touched the wine I’d ordered, and for a moment I thought I’d crossed a line, or maybe misinterpreted what she’d want with dinner.
But as her hand slid up my arm, her eyes heavy with lust, I realized exactly what was happening—she wasn’t drinking. She wanted to take things further tonight, and she wanted to make it clear there would be no way to blame the alcohol. Or at least that was my interpretation.
That realization made my cock hard in my jeans, straining against the zipper. I’d thought about getting naked with her numerous times; my body had reverted to being a teenager in the process. I’d never walked around with an erection on an almost daily basis since I was fourteen.
“Should I order dessert?” I traced my thumb over her lower lip, smiling softly as her tongue darted out and licked the tip.
Angela shook her head. “I think you should take me home, Colton.” She leaned closer, pressing her lips to mine in a light, teasing kiss.
I couldn’t help but deepen it. I tangled my fingers in her hair as I slicked my tongue over her lower lip, demanding access to her mouth, to tease and tempt her tongue with every flick.
Angela moaned, pressing closer as her hand discreetly slid over the front of my jeans, cupping my cock in her palm.
If I hadn’t already been rock-hard, her bold move would’ve made me erect in about half a second.
I dropped a couple hundred-dollar bills on the table, more than enough to cover the check and a tip, and I pulled her out of the booth, wrapping an arm low around her waist as we walked.
Just as we passed the host stand and got close to the exit, I leaned in and whispered, “How wet are you right now, Angela?”
She looked up at me, a coy smirk on her face. “You’re just going to have to find out.”
I was tempted to find somewhere dark to park, to take her in the backseat of my car, just to have her.
But she was worth more than just a quick fuck in the backseat. I needed all night with her. And then some.
Instead, I pressed her against the side of the Escalade, grinding against her as I kissed her aga
in. If she’d had any doubt about how hard I was, there was no way she could’ve missed the steel rod in my jeans as my tongue thrust in and out of her mouth, fucking her mouth the way I wanted to be inside her.
Angela took my hand and slid it between us, carefully guiding me into her tight slacks, until I could just feel the damp heat of her pussy. Her pants were too fitted to really get her off, but damn, I wanted to.
“Take me home, Colton.” Her voice was demanding.
But I would be the one in control when I got her naked.
9
Angela
The drive back to Jubilee Falls was almost too much to take.
Colton Black was just a foot or two away, all his sexy, hard body right there, but still too far for what I wanted.
I didn’t want anything between us. Not space. Not clothes. Nothing.
Reaching over, I teased the waistband of his jeans, keeping a careful eye on him, in case my boldness was too much for what he wanted.
But with the way his eyes clouded with icy blue desire, and the soft groan that escaped his lips as I slid the leather of his belt out of the buckle, I had no doubt he was just as excited for this to happen as I was.
It only took a moment or two to unbutton and unzip his pants.
I slid my palm over his length, cupping him through dark blue boxer briefs. It had been obvious he was big when he ground against me but having him in my hand took away any possible doubt.
He was long, thick, and hard as steel.
“Angela…” His tone was deeper, darker, and made me want nothing more than to make him come undone.
I glanced out of the windshield, trying to figure out where exactly we were.
We still had ten miles.
“Don’t crash.” I unhooked my seatbelt and shifted in my seat, still stroking him as I bent over the console and pulled him from his boxers.
“Don’t start something you’re not going to finish.” His right hand tangled in my hair, angling me up to meet his gaze for a moment. “I’m clean. You don’t have to worry.”
I licked my lips eagerly. I hadn’t even considered any sort of risk of disease; I just wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to make him come.
Lowering over him, I flicked my tongue over his head for the first time, letting the salty pre-come linger on my tongue before I took his tip into my mouth.
Colton groaned and his grip on my hair tightened as I sucked my way down his length, hollowing out my cheeks to take in as much of him as I could.
But as his tip hit the back of my throat, I realized he was too long for me to take all of him. And damn, the idea made me soak my panties.
I wrapped my hand around his base, stroking him even as I sucked everything I could, tracing my tongue up and down his length, tasting every inch of him.
Colton’s hips bucked up slightly as he moaned out my name.
I pulled off, still stroking him, and angled to look up at him again. “Doing okay?”
“Fuck, Angela. You’re going to make me come in that hot little mouth of yours. And you’re going to drink every last drop.”
I’d already planned on swallowing. But somehow his demand I do so made it monumentally dirtier and provocatively hotter. “Then give it to me.” I stroked him harder as I lowered back down, licking up and down his shaft a couple times before I sealed my lips around his tip again.
Colton’s fingers tugged my hair again as I sucked harder and faster, urging him to his climax.
I was a woman possessed, like my sole purpose was to get this sexy man off with my mouth, and I wasn’t going to stop until he came. And came hard.
His shaft swelled in my mouth and I sucked harder, knowing he was close.
A moment later, Colton groaned, gripping my hair tight as he held me down over his cock, and he came. Spurt after spurt I swallowed him down, drinking in his climax, wringing out every drop I could.
I kept my hand around his base, stroking him as I slowly pulled off, swirling my tongue around the tip once more before I sat up and slipped my seatbelt back on. Licking my lips, I looked over at him and grinned.
“Jesus, Angela.”
I bit my lip as I gave his still hard cock a squeeze. “I couldn’t wait for home.”
He groaned and leaned over, unhooking my slacks with nimble fingers before his hand worked its way into the front of my panties.
I slid forward on my seat and spread my legs, giving him better access to my core.
As his fingers slipped against my wet heat, I let out a moan and arched into his hand.
“You’re dripping.” He pulled his hand away, making me groan in protest.
But watching him slip those wet, glistening fingers into his mouth, I swallowed hard around the desire building up and up inside of me while I was about to overflow like an unwatched boiling pot. My pussy clenched, aching to be filled, aching to be touched, aching for more.
He grinned as he took the Jubilee Falls exit.
Without a word, he headed for Willow Road, for my little cottage.
I re-secured my pants, and carefully worked his shaft back into his jeans. It didn’t feel like he’d lost any of his erection, even though he’d come.
“Come inside.”
Colton smirked at me as he leaned over and captured my lips. “Oh, I plan to. Several times.”
My heart was racing as we headed for my front door.
When he pressed up against me from behind, his hard cock firmly against my ass, and his hand slid around to cup my pussy through my slacks, I pressed my palms against the wood surface and arched back into him.
I was half-sure I would’ve let him fuck me right there, outside my front door, if he’d demanded it of me.
Instead, he growled, “Unlock the door, Angela.”
I did as he commanded, and as soon as we were inside and the door was locked behind us again, he pressed me up against the flat wooden surface and kissed me like there was no tomorrow.
His hands gripped my ass and lifted.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, trusting him to support me as his rock-hard cock ground into my aching core.
“I want you. Now. Like this.” He growled against my lips and rotated his hips, making whimpering moans escape my throat in sounds I’d never made before.
“Take me, Colton. I’m clean too. And on birth control.” Not that I really cared. In that moment, I would’ve let him fuck me six ways from Sunday, and not worried about any of the consequences. Somehow, the idea of his come taking root and knocking me up made it all that much hotter.
He groaned, and in a flurry, he tugged my sweater off over my head. He made quick work of my bra too, and his mouth sealed around a tight, aching nipple as he set me on my feet so he could get my pants off.
As he shoved them down off my hips, I reached for his belt again, needing that cock in my hand again. Needing that hard, thick shaft buried deep inside me.
He pulled my leg back up high on his hip, lined up, and drove deep in one thick, hard stroke.
I cried out, pressing my fingernails into his shoulders as he filled me completely. I arched into him, rocking my hips in a hard, fast rhythm, matching his needy pace.
Every thrust hit all the most sensitive spots deep inside me, and as he drove every inch of his shaft into me, he ground his pelvis against my clit, adding pressure, driving me toward a climax like a rocket about to take off and leave me shattered among the stars.
“God, Angela, you’re so tight. So wet.”
I dug my heel into his thigh, rocking hard. “You’re so fucking big.”
Colton captured my lips, filling my mouth with hungry thrusts of his tongue, claiming every inch of me as we rocked together, shaking the door in its frame from the intensity of his thrusts.
“I’m gonna…” I arched against him, pressing against him as much as I could as my pussy clamped down on his cock and I shattered.
Every bit of me was rocked by the rough climax.
But Colton didn’t stop his thr
usts. Didn’t ease off, and before I’d even finished my first, he was pushing me toward a second.
He pulled from me, making me groan as his cock slipped out of my wet heat and left me feeling empty and achy with need. “I need you on your back. Now.”
“The couch is closest.” Okay, really, the floor was, and I had no doubt he would’ve taken me there, but with the intensity of his thrusts standing up, I could only imagine how much rougher he would be on the floor.
He carried me across the living room and laid me down, covering my body quickly with his own as his mouth claimed mine, his hard cock pressed against my core again, but not where I needed him. Not deep inside.
I reached between us, intent on getting him there, but he grabbed my hands and pinned them over my head on the arm of the couch.
“Not yet. I need to make you come on my tongue.” The demand, the need in his voice made my thighs quiver and my pussy clench in excitement.
He squeezed my wrists, and kissed down my neck as he growled, “Keep these up here.”
I gripped the arm of the couch as he kissed down my body, tasting and sucking, biting a couple times, setting my skin on fire with want.
By the time he got to my pussy, I was dripping all over my thighs, all over the couch. I watched as he lifted one thigh over his shoulder, then the other, until I was spread wide under his face.
Colton licked his lips and bent down. But he didn’t go for my wet core. He didn’t tease my clit or slide his tongue through my folds.
Instead, he bit the inside of my thigh. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to make me yelp and arch up off the couch. It was almost too much, almost too intense, as he sucked the spot he’d just bitten, no doubt leaving a hickey just shy of my pussy.
By the time he thrust his tongue into me, I was writhing with need, squeezing his cheeks with my thighs, anything I could do to get him where I needed him.
God, oral had never been like this with anyone else. Colton knew exactly what I needed, exactly what my body craved, as he worked my body up toward climax again quickly. Just when it started to get to be too much, too intense, just to the edge of pain, he’d back off again, working my body like he was the only one who knew how to make me come.
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