Dark Admirer (19 page)

“Only you can hear me. Only you know what I’m doing to you.”

She heard the angel laugh low in her ear, felt him kiss her skin and heard him whisper,
“He wants your breasts out of your dress, and his cock buried between them. And so do I,
” he murmured, nuzzling her throat.
”I want to fuck you that way and pour myself between them. I’d want the others to watch, too.”

“What others?”
she mentally asked as she pressed her palm to the side of her neck. She felt the wet heat his mouth had left.

“The others who are watching you, wishing they could take you into the bathroom and do you up against the stall. The others who want to slip their fingers into your cunt. A cunt that I have dripping wet and aching for a cock.”

A hard breath left her lungs and Eve reached for her drink with a trembling hand, watching Anael from the short distance, as he watched her. She had to cross her legs to ease the ache between her thighs as she sipped on the straw.

“I want to see that pretty mouth suck my cock like that. You haven’t done that, yet, have you?”
Warmth settled along her thigh as she felt him continue to nuzzle her throat.
“Maybe tonight, hmmm? Maybe tonight you’ll suck me off.”

Eve sucked harder on her drink. His dirty talk was certainly having the desired effect. Her pussy was clamping down hard, eager to be filled.

She felt the hem of her dress shift, then move up. Gasping she looked down into her lap, fearing she would find her dress hiked up and her pussy exposed. But curiously she found herself in an impeccable state of dress. There was not a wrinkle or a wiggle of linen to give any indication that she was being ravished while sitting in the booth, opposite her date.

“Only you know what I am doing,”
he murmured, drawing her back to what he was doing with his hands. “
It should make you feel wicked and wanton, Eve, knowing you are being pleasured so secretly. It should burn you up, knowing you cannot move, nor make a sound of pleasure. You will have to be so quiet, so still. You will have to allow me to explore you and you cannot protest, cannot move away to prevent me from taking what I want. Because then he’ll know. Then he might discover that I’ve been fingering you, getting you off while you’re supposed to be here with him. While you’re supposed to be wanting him. But instead, you’re wanting me.”

Her lips parted on a silent rush of breath and her lashes closed as she felt the angel’s hand snake beneath the hem of her dress only to climb up the length of her thigh. Long fingers pressed between her clenched thighs, and she stole a look at Richard and saw, with great relief, that he had turned his gaze once more to the dance floor. A grinding bass was playing and the bodies were writhing, simulating sex on the dance floor. Richard was riveted.

“Spread your pretty thighs for me.”

Trying to rein in her breathing, Eve inched her knees apart. Immediately his hand sunk between her flesh, his palm cupping her.

“Already wet. How wicked of you to be yearning for this, me fingering you while he sits across from you, completely ignorant of what is happening.”

Parting her, Anael caressed her softly and with aching slowness, building her, until she had to move, had to squirm against the velvet squabs of the bench. Stealing another look at her date, and seeing he was lost in his thoughts, Eve flexed her hips, forcing her angel to touch her with a firmer, less teasing stroke.

“Tell me you want me. Tell me you want this, what I am doing to you. That you want this right now.”

“I want it,”
she answered
. “I want so much to feel you inside me.”

He sunk his finger deep inside and Eve had to cover her mouth with her hand to stifle the moan that threatened to escape her. Slowly, he filled her with two fingers, plunging and retreating until she was nearly gasping.

“You want to beg for it, don’t you? You want to cry out loud for me to finish you.”

“Please,”
she begged, her fingers gripping the soft nap of the velvet upholstered bench.
“Please.”

“Your scent perfumes the air, did you know that? He can smell it, your arousal, and the way it clings to the air. Look at him, Eve, watching you. Wishing he could get between your thighs.”

Her head snapped to the right and Eve saw that he was indeed staring, his gaze sliding over her body a liberality he had never dared before.

“It is a pity that you undo that one little button holding your bodice together. I’d like to see his face as you tempt him with a display of your luscious tits. And I, Eve, would love to see you bare breasted as I have my hand between your thighs. I’d like to watch you cupping your big breasts in your hands, bringing them together, offering them up to my mouth.”

Her lashes fluttered, threatening to close all together as she struggled to act as though nothing untoward was happening. Swallowing hard, Eve fought the image of her hands parting her bodice and freeing her breasts, which were now so swollen and aching.

“He’s wishing his hand was where mine is now, Eve. He’s wondering what this pink silk would feel like against his fingers. He’s wondering how you’d taste against his probing tongue. I want to tell him how fucking sweet you taste, and how wet you get. I want him to know how it coats my face
when I go down on you and how you scream my name and pull my hair when you come. I want him to know that licking your cunt is like a taste of Heaven.”

She choked a little then and stiffened. Richard’s eyes darkened, his gaze lowered to her lap where she smoothed her hand along her lap.
“Stop
,” she pleaded, reaching for the angel’s hand which she could feel but could not see.
“Stop, he knows.”

But Anael pushed her on, driving her to the brink with his fingers inside her and his thumb circling the bud beneath her hood. She was nearly there.

The release was upon her. Blood rushed to her cheeks. Her gaze locked with Richard’s as she felt Anael stroke her to completion. How wicked to know she was being touched in such a way while another sat inches away.

Like a hussy, she relished in the pleasure, and saw, in her mind, the image of Anael, with his head between her spread thighs, his tongue doing to her what his fingers were doing.

“You’re coming. I can feel it. You look stunning, Eve with your flushed cheeks. He cannot take his eyes from you. Look at him, Eve, and feel me pleasuring you.”

She did, and found herself smiling wickedly. What sort of angel was this, provoking her to sin?

Eve reach for the button of her bodice and pulled it from its closure. It was dark at the back of the club and no one could see her—them. She felt the shaky, indrawn breath in her ear as she watched Richard’s eyes grow round.

“Show him, Eve. Show him how damn gorgeous they are.”

With a smile of confidence she released the button and allowed her the tops of her breasts to spill out of her bodice. Richard then leaned over the table and touched her, skimming his fingers along the tops and pulling her bodice aside until the pink crescent of her aerole could be seen. She looked over his shoulder and saw Anael still sitting at his table. Only this time, she saw his hand sink beneath the table and rest on the fly of his pants.

“I want you so bad, Eve,”
Anael said against her throat.
“So bad that I’m willing to pleasure myself here.”
She watched the zipper of his jeans lower, then saw the flash of white as he freed his cock from his jeans.
“I want you so bad that I’m willing to share you with him, if that’s what you want.”

Her gaze flickered to Richard’s. Without a word he slipped his hand in her bodice and cupped her breasts, squeezing. Anael growled low in his throat.

“I can’t stand the sight of his hands on you, Eve. God above, but I want to kill him. I can’t stand to hear his thoughts.”

“What are your thoughts, Anael? What do you want.”

“To make him watch me fucking you. I want him to know that you’re mine. That you’ll never accept another into your body.”

Eve stood up and, ignoring Richard’s shocked expression sauntered to where Anael was sitting. He looked up at her and extended his hand to her. She took it and allowed him to pull her down, onto his lap.

Sinking further into the silk cushions, Eve spread her legs, trying to cradle Anael’s hard thighs between hers as he slowly raised the hem of her dress, just enough so that Eve was fully aware that glimpses of her naked bottom were visible to whoever was interested in watching them in the back corner booth.

“He’s watching, Eve. But he won’t come near us. He knows better.”

She was so aroused by Anael’s possessiveness, by the way he commanded her sexuality to brave this public place. She’d never done anything like this before, and knew that her orgasm, when she had it would be explosive.

She didn’t care if people were watching her—them. It was only her and Anael now. Just the two of them sharing their bodies in the back of a dark club.

Justin Timberlake and 50Cent’s Ayo Technology blared over the speakers, and she moved to the music, swaying her hips to the seductive rhythm. Justin’s voice sang to her across the dance floor and her body responded, the lyrics from the song so in tune to what she was doing.

Why don’t you sit down on top of me. I need you right in front of me…she wants it…

“Yeah, you do want this, don’t you?”
Anael drawled as he slid his warm palm up her thigh to her ass which he had exposed and was lovingly, seductively rubbing.

She squirmed when he sunk his hand between her thighs. She waited to feel his fingers inside, but he did not indulge her. Instead he cupped her, waiting for her to look into his eyes. She twisted beneath him, but he stilled her with his heavy thigh.
“You want to feel me inside you, don’t you, Eve? You
need
to feel me inside.”

She glanced around the club, saw some curious gazes directed their way, saw that Richard’s attention was riveted on them.
“Shh, don’t think of them. Focus only on me—on us. You want this, don’t you, Eve?”
With a gentle nudge of his fingers on her chin, he made her look at him.
“You want me, don’t you, Eve?”