Angel: Rochon Bears (6 page)

T
he day dragged
at a rate that should have been studied by the scientific community. After the sugar and caffeine had worn off, Becca couldn’t keep her mind off of Angel Rochon. That was partly due to the fact that just sitting made anything that resided between her legs pulsate. She was tender in an
oh so delicious way
, and it only made her brain skate back to the previous evening.

She felt like every time a naughty tidbit of the previous night slipped into her mind, everyone in the office could see it. Granted, her blush hadn’t faded all day, and she was absolutely refusing to make any kind of eye contact with her coworkers aside from Alicia.

Becca kept her head down and eyes focused on her work. Or at least, that’s what it would look like to anyone walking by her desk. A very dedicated worker trying her best not to recall how much she liked it when Angel slid his finger into her ass.

Her mind sensed a presence at her desk and she jerked upright to see Sybil eyeing her up and down.

“Rough night? You know at your age you really should take it a little slower.”

Becca didn’t miss the way Sybil made sure to flick her hand her way and so that her ring would catch the light.

“I did go out last night and had a great time, thank you for asking.” Becca wasn’t going to dignify her snide remark so she played the adult.

“Well, good to know there is still a reason to keep those scarves my grandmother always sends me. I had no idea they were coming back in style.”

Becca glared at her before saying, “Don’t you have somewhere to be?”

Giggling, Sybil said, “Yes, I do. My fiancé is coming to pick me up for lunch. I should probably freshen up for him.”

“You do that,” Becca murmured, turning her eyes back to her monitor. She heard a snort and waited for Sybil to leave. When she did, she covered her face with her hands and gave a pitiful whimper.

She momentarily let her head fall to her desk again. She’d let a man she had just met stick his finger in her butt…and she’d liked it. Scratch that, she loved it and begged him to do it again. Regardless of everything else she had done the previous night, that one act was enough to have her scurrying off like a little mouse this morning.

* * *

R
oom
10

T
he bite
on her neck had started like a nip. Angel had turned her so fast after her orgasm that she didn’t have time to process how he had moved her again so effortlessly. Her brain immediately went to the fact that she felt a hot hard cock resting against her butt cheek while strong hands gripped her hips and pulled her close to his own.

She couldn’t believe she’d be ready for any more after that orgasm that left her virtually wrecked. Becca wasn’t even sure she had full control over her limbs at this point.

Expecting to feel the end of his cock at her pussy, she was surprised to feel him pull away from her and hands cup over her ass. Those hands pulled her cheeks apart.

“What the hell?” Becca’s head flipped around to stare in shock at Angel.

“You’re in this bed with me. I get to see all of you. Even this perfect little pink asshole. Don’t worry. I’m not going to fuck you in the ass. That is not something you offer up on a first encounter. At least, I wouldn’t. I’m just going to make you feel good. Do you trust me?”

Becca held back the snort that wanted to escape. Trust him? She barely knew him. Clearly, that wasn’t a valid excuse because she was naked in bed with him, and she’d just had the most phenomenal orgasm of her life.

Trust was a complicated concept. Trust that he would make her feel good? He’d already proven that. The man was a freaking genius in that regard. Trust that he wouldn’t try to fuck her in the ass? That was not to certain considering her instincts were to protect the out hole at all costs. Tequila made the decision a little easier for her again.

“Okay, but seriously, I’ve never done anything back there, so don’t think it’s a free for all.”

Angel gave a laugh and said, “Got it.”

Becca tried to relax her body from the tension that had shot through it at first. Pushing her mind back into the foggy remains of her orgasm, she took in the feeling of him massaging her cheeks. Every tug outward pulled at the sensitive skin around her pussy. It felt really good. Just when she was starting to enjoy the ass massage, she felt a hand leave her cheek, and she looked back to see Angel licking his thumb, his eyes still pointing down at something she wasn’t sure she had ever seen herself.

Then there was a wet pressure against the tight bud of her ass. She clenched, but the pressure didn’t fade. His thumb circled over the opening, just rimming and tickling. The shock of it was replaced with a feeling deep inside that was dark and tempting. Her hips started moving on their own, matching the circles he was making. The teasing pressure was good; it felt different and delicious. Her brain told her there had to be more, and she agreed, pushing her hips back at him in a silent request for more.

His thumb slid just inside that puckered ring, and she gasped then moaned.

She got more.

* * *

“
S
top it
! Stop thinking of him, damn it,” she whispered to herself. The urge to hit the ladies room and try to make herself come in the quietest way possible was overwhelming. What the hell was wrong with her? One night and she’d become a nymphomaniac.
She
wasn’t twenty-one. She should be able to control her damn hormones.

Grabbing her purse out of her desk drawer, she stood and made a beeline three desks down to Alicia. “I’m going out for some air. Cover for me will you?”

“Ahh, going for a nooner?” Alicia teased.

“Dude, no! I need some clear fresh air to get my mind off things that I shouldn’t be rehashing. Maybe I’ll go get a tattoo; a little pain and blood will focus my attention elsewhere,” she hissed.

“I’d advise against that. Some regrets end up permanent. Know what I mean?”

Yes, she totally understood that. Becca gave her a nod and a little wave before heading to the exit in the back of the office. The chance she might get stopped on the way out was too high if she went through the front doors.

Hitting the still slightly damp air outside felt like a bucket of cold water in her face. She closed her eyes and took a number of deep breaths. This was ridiculous, being so done in over a simple one-nighter was not acceptable in her book. She was an adult; she’d made a choice. So why the hell was she so tied up about it?

Walking towards her car, Becca knew the answer to that question. She just didn’t want to admit it.

Unlocking her car and getting in, she let her head fall back against the headrest and stared at the gray ceiling of her car.

She liked Angel Rochon.

Although like was a term that didn’t begin to convey the emotions she was feeling. Even through the alcohol, there was something about him. She liked him not just because she was a sucker for handsome men with a five o’clock shadow and an air of badassery. He made her feel good. Physically clearly, but he’d said things to her last night that no man had ever said to her. Sure, they could have been a series of long practiced lines he’d use on unwitting women.

But it didn’t feel like that. He talked about her body like he was examining a painting in a museum. He talked about her lines, her curves, the colors, and textures of her skin. Told her about how it felt to him when he touched her. How she tasted on his tongue and how that made him feel.

He talked. Never had she been with a man that talked as much as Angel did. His words were as much a part of his lovemaking as his touch.

And that was the biggest kicker. It didn’t feel like fucking.

There was some definite hard pounding sex once he’d made her come again by fingering her virgin asshole and pinching her clit. There was no soft romantic prose during that, but after—after was different.

* * *

R
oom
10

“
F
ucking hell
, baby, you come so pretty. You respond to me like we’ve been doing this for years. Your tight little ass clutching my thumb. I could feel the orgasm in your pussy. You would do amazing with a plug. I bet you’d scream the walls down if I fucked you with a plug in.”

Becca wasn’t so sure what all of that meant, but it sounded fantastic.

The orgasm was so hard and mixed with just a tinge of pain that she wasn’t surprised he could feel her pussy contracting. It hurt now, the walls inside her were quivering and unfulfilled by the quickness with which she came. She hadn’t even felt it build; it was unlike any orgasm she’d ever manufactured herself. It came out of nowhere and had her bucking on the bed like she was trying to shake him off.

Angel was strong. He wrapped his arm tighter around her as he held onto her clit and made her take every second of that climax. It was mean and beautiful at the same time.

“I’ve never—” she tried to speak.

“I know, Becks. You did so good. Now I need a little something to tide me over.”

That’s when she felt Angel slide his thumb out of the now very tight ring of muscles, and she only squeaked when she wanted to yell “ouch!”

But before that could happen, she heard the rip of foil, and there he was, right at her still quivering opening.

“Thank you,” he said, not moving forward.

Huh?

“Thank you for what?”

“For letting me inside you. Thank you for trusting me with this. It’s important, even if we are strangers.”

Becca had no idea how to respond to that. Luckily, she didn’t have to.

The head of Angel’s cock breached her pussy, and he pushed straight in, past the swollen flesh and sunk himself deep then stopped.

“Fuck me,” he moaned, his voice low and rumbling.

That sound made Becca flex her pussy around his shaft.

“Shit, baby, that’s good.” Angel started to move. He controlled his stroke, the depth, and the pace like he was in total control and in no hurry.

Then for lack of a better word, Angel Rochon made love to her.