Angelique (17 page)

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Marcel held a new white undershirt in his hand and a pair of boxer shorts. As he walked down the hallway, he saw his brothers by the stairs.

“I don’t like that she’s hurting. She’s a little thing and we’re all real big compared. Should have been easy on her until she was used to us,” Eloi stated with his hands in his jean pockets.

“She’s going to be just fine. We just wore her out. She said she hadn’t had sex in over a year, and then we four make love to her a few times each. You’d be sore, too,” Remy stated.

“I don’t like thinking that we were too rough. You heard her story. She’s real afraid of trusting a man. She’s been in a bad relationship and an abusive one. She’s taking a big chance with us,” Armand added.

“But she’s here with us now. We take it easy for the rest of the night,” Marcel said then headed toward the bathroom with the clothes in hand.

The others headed downstairs.

Marcel walked into the bathroom and found Angelique leaning back with her eyes closed and a small smile on her lips. She heard him come in and smiled but kept her eyes closed.

“I thought you forgot about me,” she said.

“Oh, no way in hell I forget about you, woman. You’re a special one to me and my brothers,” he stated then sat down on the ledge next to the tub.

“I think I should get out, the water’s getting cold and the smell of food is making me hungry,” she said as she opened her eyes. She stood up, and Marcel waited for some sign that she was in pain, but she didn’t even flinch.

“You feel a bit better?” he asked cautiously as he grabbed the big, fluffy towel.

“I do, I think it helped a lot”’ she said, and he smiled. He realized just how much he cared for Angelique already, and just like his brothers, he didn’t want to lose her.

* * * *

Angelique definitely was feeling better. She was still a little achy, but that was to be expected. She didn’t want to seem like such a weakling around the four men. They were all very large. Remy, being the shortest, was six feet tall. This wasn’t exactly like some fantasy novel where a woman’s pussy seemed to be able to tolerate so much in four hours. This was reality. If she was in a relationship with four men, then sex like this would be on a daily basis.
Oh god!

She covered her belly as she attempted to pull on the boxers Marcel gave her. It was no use. The damn things were just way too big.

Marcel’s chuckle surprised her, and as she looked up, she saw him leaning against the door with his arms crossed in front of his chest and smiling.

“They’re not going to work,” she told him then tossed them onto the bed.

“Damn, woman, you sure can wear men’s clothing like no man can.” He unfolded his arms as she tried to pull the shirt down past her knees. He was standing in front of her a moment later and pulled her into his arms. Instinctively she laid her cheek against his belly and ribs, inhaling his scent, his cologne, and natural male smell. Her heart pounded in her chest. When his hands clasped behind her, against her lower back and rear, she smiled and her entire body warmed.

“You feel so good and so right in my arms,
chère
,” he whispered then kissed the top of her head. He released his hold and picked her up, carrying her out of the bedroom.

“Marcel, what are you doing?” she demanded to know as she held onto him.

“I’m carrying my woman to supper.”

“I can walk though, you know,” she stated.

“I know, Angel, I know.”

* * * *

They ate outside on a large wooden table that sat atop of a gorgeous patio, built by the Lafont men. They shared their stories about finding this location, about owning land, and about building the house itself. She complimented them on their work and Armand on his cooking. He sure did make a mean jambalaya. They offered her some wine, and she only had one glass because she knew she had to leave soon. The thought of leaving them made her heart ache. She had to be cautious. Despite their reassuring words and kindness, she still resisted. Well, just a little, because every chance the Lafont men had to touch her, embrace her, kiss her, or compliment her, they did and with charm and finesse. Her body hummed with need again, and thoughts of soreness were long gone. Could she handle more? Just as quickly as the question hit her brain, so did the response. Hell yeah!

“So the community center was a combined idea?” she asked.

“Yes. We all felt compelled to do it. The kids, they need a place that’s safe to learn and to be cared for when their mamas or papas are working,” Marcel told her.

“I like the idea about the handicapped facility for children with disabilities. Lots a times those kids are forgotten about,” she added, and they agreed.

The men made her sit and relax as they cleaned up from dinner. Eloi started a small fire in the fire pit, and they sat around it in large cushioned chairs talking about the facility and the work that lay ahead of them.

“I’m still concerned about the little accidents that keep happening around the construction site. It’s just not right,” Eloi stated as he caressed Angelique’s hand. He gave it a squeeze, and she knew he was recalling her near fall. The guys added their comments about the other incidents, and the need to not take it so lightly was discussed. Angelique was getting tired. It had been a long day, and she still needed to head back to Orchidea. She didn’t want to go, but she didn’t want to overstay her welcome. The men seemed a bit on edge. Maybe they were waiting for her to leave? Maybe they had second thoughts and didn’t want to risk hurting her. But she wasn’t hurt, and she wasn’t some kind of sex machine either. She stood up, and all four men looked at her.

“I really need to get going. I had a great time and the food was wonderful.” She looked toward Armand and smiled. “Thanks for everything,” she said then began to walk away. Eloi grabbed her hand to stop her, and her heart pounded inside of her chest. She didn’t want to leave them and hoped that they didn’t want her to leave, but this was all happening rather quickly. She should go.

“Stay,” Eloi whispered as he pulled her back over toward him and between his legs. He ran the palms of his hands up her legs and over her thighs until he reached her bare ass. Now Armand, Remy, and Marcel could see her naked ass, too. Her pussy clenched, and she grabbed his hands.

“I should go. I have a long drive back to—”

Eloi raised his eyebrows at her, and she turned away.

“I should go,” she whispered.

“No,” he stated, gripping her hips tighter before lifting her so she could straddle his hips on his lap.

“We want you to stay,” he told her as he held her gaze.

“Yes, Angel. Don’t leave us,” Remy added, and then Marcel and Armand added similar requests for her to stay.

Eloi pulled her closer to his chest so she was forced to lay her face on his shoulder while he caressed her skin, lifting her shirt in the process. There was a sharp contrast between the cool night air and his very warm hand. She adjusted her legs, and he opened his legs, causing her rear to spread a little wider, giving his brothers a hell of a view of her pussy. The cool air increased her sexual desire as moisture leaked from her pussy.

“I want to feel you in my arms all night long, Angel,” Eloi whispered as he continued to caress her ass and then the crevice before dipping a finger into her cunt.

“Oh,” she moaned against his shoulder. She nibbled with her teeth against his skin then moved to his neck. She raised her hips and pushed down on his digit, the need to feel relief feeding her body’s desires.

“You wet for us, baby?” he teased then thrust his finger in and out.

“Mmhmm,” she whispered then lifted up so she could look him in the eyes. His dark, almost black eyes held hers as he pulled his finger from her pussy and lifted her shirt off of her. He tossed it before he leaned forward to take a nipple between his teeth. Angelique stood on her knees, the cushioning supporting her as she let Eloi have his way with her breasts. She wanted to please him just as much as he had pleased her. She began to undo his pants when he pulled his mouth away.

“You still sore,
chère
. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“It’s fine, Eloi. I want to do this,” she told him then slowly crawled down his body, taking his pants along with her. The sight of his long, thick cock moving against his muscular belly made her juices flow and her hunger heighten. She licked her lips, and he held her gaze. His eyes sparkled with desire. Angelique bunched up his jeans to use under her knees so she wouldn’t get hurt on the wooden planks, and then she ran her fingers along his inner thighs.

“Oh fuck,
chèr
e, you got me there already,” he whispered as he held his hands on his thighs and let her lead the way.

Her fingers smoothed through the dusting of dark hair until she reached his balls. The man was big all over. She cupped them softly then leaned down and licked each one.

“Oh, Angel,” he said as he reached for her hair and softly took a handful. She moved onto his cock, licking from balls to tip back and forth and twirling her tongue before taking him inside her mouth. She relaxed her body and her throat as she took him in deeper. There was no way in hell that she could fit all of him inside, but she would be sure to give it a shot. Her hunger for him grew stronger as his cologne and his scent filled her nostrils and made her pussy drip. Up and down, she sucked him, increasing her speed until he was holding her head and thrusting along with her. She knew that she was waving her ass and pussy in the air behind her and that his brothers watched. It turned her on and added fire to the already combusting inferno that surrounded them.

She felt her own body tighten the moment she sensed someone move behind her and spread her legs. She moaned against Eloi’s cock as a tongue hit her pussy. Two hands grabbed her ass, and she knew that someone was lying down underneath her pussy, feasting away on her. She was so sexually aroused she pressed her pussy harder against the mouth and now fingers that explored her while she took Eloi in and out of her throat. She tried to figure out who would be so daring and so creative as to maneuver themselves into such a position, but then she didn’t care. It felt so fantastic, and it was so sexy she lost control. She slid her tongue back and forth and up and down the long, thick cock mimicking the tongue that ate away at her below. She could feel Eloi grow harder and thicker, knowing that he was about to combust and she along with him.

Eloi grabbed her hair hard and thrust into her mouth, exploding inside of her. Her hips thrust up and down, riding the fingers that finger-fucked her pussy good as she moaned while she swallowed all of Eloi’s essence.

The fingers moved from her cunt and were replaced by a tongue and suddenly teeth. “Oh!” she screamed as she fell forward, her face hitting Eloi’s inner thigh as her orgasm rocked her body. Eloi caressed her head and cheek while the sex god underneath her caressed her ass cheeks and sucked her clean.

“Oh, oh,” she panted until he finally released her lips.

“Fucking delicious,” Remy stated, and Angelique gasped. She was shocked. Her sweet Remy had a very wicked side to him.

He sat up, reached for her, and pulled her into his arms.

“You’re the tastiest fucking dessert I ever had and ever will have, and I want more.” He kissed her hard on the lips as he carried her inside of the house.

* * * *

Eloi sat there with his cock throbbing as he tried to control his breathing.

“That good, huh?” Armand teased, and Marcel shook his head, smiling. They were both heading into the house.

“How the fuck he come up with doing something like that?” Marcel asked.

“I don’t fucking know, but holy shit, was our Angel on fire. She sucked my cock so hard and so good I lost control, and I think I blacked out or something,” Eloi said as he slowly began to get up.

They chuckled as they headed inside.

“Are you coming?” Marcel asked.

“Yeah, I just need a minute,” Eloi stated as they left the porch.

Eloi grabbed his jeans up off the ground. His Angel’s smell was all over them and him. He loved it. He loved her, and there was no way he was going to be able to comply with this whole privacy and secret life she had. He knew that had a lot to do with his personality. When he wanted something he went after it and got it. This was completely different. As much as he wanted to fall in love and maybe start a family along with his brothers, he also was afraid. He worried about feeling weak and vulnerable. He never fell in love before, and he never said those three words to a woman before. With Angelique he wanted to know everything, and he wanted her living here in their house where one of them could always be watching her. Thoughts of some other guy or guys trying to take her from him made him crazy inside. Between those dirt bags in town and those business meetings with Mike and Tye he was a jealous fool. He didn’t know why he was thinking such crazy thoughts, but damn it, he had never been in love before. He had never been in lust before either, but it seemed with Angel he was in both.