Heavenly Angel (20 page)

He pulled her to him firmly as though she were weightless. His lips descended on hers roughly, and her body felt swamped with desire, ready for him and whatever he wanted to do. His hands roamed up and down her back and over her buttocks while his lips nuzzled her throat and the tops of her breasts over her shirt.

After a few breathless minutes, he grasped her hips and shifted her directly on top of him. In this position, his thick erection was noticeable. She rubbed against his cock, making him growl. He drew her lips back to his and kissed her lightly to make up for his earlier forceful treatment, licking at them with his tongue. She sat up, straddling his hips, her pussy directly over his cock, and wiggled a bit. His eyes roved over her, and his sensual mouth spread in a sexy smile.

She grew bold and asked him, “Did Angel tell you about our time together this morning?”

Teresa heard another low growl in his chest as Joaquin replied.

“Yes, he did. He said it was incredible being with you. I was hoping I might merit some of your loving attention this afternoon.”

“‘Merit’ my attention, huh?” she whispered as she unbuttoned his plaid shirt. “Yes, Joaquin. You do.” Shifting her ass slightly over his groin, she enjoyed at all the hardness she felt there and the corresponding pulse in her clit. She tugged the shirt from his jeans and greedily slid her hands over his bare, muscular chest, enjoying every dip and bulge as she stroked him.

Sliding his hands over her hips, Joaquin palmed her ass, groaning as he rubbed his cock against her. He gathered the hem of her top and slid it over her ribs, lifting it higher when she bent to kiss him and drew it over her head. He smiled admiringly at her breasts, his thumbs tracing over the nipples that peeked out through the lace of her bra, drawing a happy sigh from her.

She scooted back over his thighs, rubbing every inch of his length playfully as she moved over it, so she could unfasten his silver belt buckle and unzip his fly. His hand came over hers as she grinned up at him.

“What are you up to, sugar?” he drawled as her fingers drew the tab of the zipper down a little at a time.

I’m seizing the day, baby!

“Why, giving you my attention, Joaquin. Do you mind if I play?” she asked in a mischievous tone.

“Far be it from me to not give a lady what she wants,” he drawled, watching her with glittering green eyes, “especially when she asks so sweetly.”

Assuming Angel had given him details about what they had done together, she believed he was hoping for the same attention, at most. But Teresa had talked with Grace that afternoon. She eagerly anticipated trying out her newfound knowledge. He lifted his hips and helped her slide his blue jeans down a bit. She paused for a moment and sat up. She didn’t want to do this in half measures.

“Sugar, if you tell me what you want, I’ll help,” he offered, not teasing her at all.

“I changed my mind. I want it all off. Everything. I don’t want anything covered up.”

“Okay,” he complied quickly while wearing a lopsided grin. “You gonna reciprocate, sugar?”

“Would you like that, Joaquin?” she asked, climbing off the loveseat and unbuttoning her jeans slowly.

“Yeah, then I can touch you, too.” His eyes smoldered with longing as she undressed and returned to him naked, straddling his thighs again. He looked down and groaned, and she knew he saw that this position parted her pussy lips so he could see the damp pink flesh within. Cupping his balls, Teresa stroked delicately. He flexed his hips and pressed into her hand with a low growl.

A contented smile crossed Joaquin’s face as he tilted his head back and his eyelids slid closed, a deep breath escaping from him at her touch. His cock was lying stiff against his abdomen, as long and thick as his brother’s. She felt no fear being alone and naked with him like this. In fact, the thought of being at his mercy made her pussy clench and swell a little for him. Her lips felt hot and grew even damper with her increased arousal.

“Sugar, that feels good.” He groaned as she caressed his sack again, drawing closer to him. With his eyes closed, he was completely unprepared for what she did next. She began licking one testicle then the other. She grinned to herself at the low-pitched, startled cry that erupted from him as he bucked toward her mouth.

“Fuck! Where did you…! How—” She lightly suckled one testicle and his back bowed off the recliner. “Oh fuck, baby!”

Gazing up at Joaquin, she released one testicle and then laved and suckled the other one between her lips, her nose tickled by his short, crisp curls. She watched the ecstasy that played across his features and continued while her hand slid up to his cock. He cried out again when she wrapped her fingers around his girth and began stroking up and down on his length. His fingers slide into her hair at the nape of her neck.

Finally she released his other testicle and moved a little higher, watching his face as she stroked him. His eyes smoldered as he waited to see what she would do next. He allowed his head to fall back to the recliner and begged her to do whatever she wanted to him. He closed his eyes again, an enraptured groan leaving his lips when she lifted his cock from his nest of black curls.

He shivered with anticipation as she held his substantial shaft up with one hand and continued to caress his balls with the other. Licking her lips, she pressed them to the head of his cock. He cried out at the first touch of her mouth, and she smiled with satisfaction at the sound as she licked the drop of pre-cum from the tip in a soft, broad stroke and swirled her tongue around the blunt head.

“Sugar! Oh fuck!”

Responding to his taste, her mouth watered for him. She licked her lips again and allowed his cock to slide between them, and she stroked him with her tongue as she slid his cock in and out. Her wet lips gradually descended farther over him, taking more until his head touched the back of her throat. Grasping his cock at the base, she suckled on his cock. He was enormous, and she hoped that he would be satisfied with her novice effort.

Joaquin whimpered and moaned when she allowed the head to slide from her lips with a slight popping sound every so often, so she knew this was something he liked. She slid him to the back of her throat and took him as deeply as she was comfortable several times, sucking as she drew up on him, teasing him with her tongue on the underside, especially at the sensitive head.

“Sugar, your mouth is so sweet and hot,” he murmured, his hips grinding with her movements. “How did you learn to do this? Fuck, I don’t care, just don’t stop! Yes, suck me, sugar.” Taking her time, Teresa loved the way he felt and tasted, the way he sounded so enthralled in what she was doing, and enjoyed the moment and the way her body responded.

She received pleasure from this, too. Realizing her hips were rocking, she understood what Grace meant. Giving Joaquin pleasure didn’t mean she had to disconnect from what she was feeling in order to give her all to him. It all rolled into a satisfying feeling of connectedness with him. She knew this when she dipped down and her extremely wet pussy rubbed against his lower thigh. He acknowledged her presence there and lifted his knee slightly for her to increase the contact between his thigh and her pussy if she wished. She understood now.

Joaquin was building quickly to his release. She kept the rhythm the same for him until he was groaning and almost incoherent. “Sugar, you do that so well. I’m going to come soon!” His voice, while enraptured, also took on a note of concern. She knew the moment had arrived.

“Baby, if you don’t want me to come in your mouth, you’d better
let go
!”

Sliding her free hand under his thigh, she held him to her. She increased the suction slightly and listened to him as he was consumed by the pleasure she gave him.

She could hear the conflict of emotions in his voice. “Baby? I mean it, let go, you
don’t
—oh sugar!
What are you doing!
I’m going—I’m coming!
Oh fuck!
” He roared rapturously as she continued sucking. His body tensed suddenly, and his cum jetted from his cock into her throat.

At the first sensation of warmth, she swallowed and was dimly aware of the pulsing that grew until it ignited between her legs where she rubbed against him. She swallowed every drop as his cum spurted from him in long, hot streams while her body rode her own orgasmic wave. Rubbing her clit against his thigh hard, she rode each pulse.

Finally releasing him after licking him clean, Teresa felt a slight buzz like she’d had a couple of glasses of wine, and her pussy felt hot and wet because she’d been rubbing against him the whole time. Her clit throbbed insistently, wanting to be pushed over into another orgasm.

Teresa smiled when she heard him release a trembling sigh. His fingers were still in her hair, and the other hand cupped her cheek. She crawled into his arms as he drew her to him and tucked her to his side. She’d pleased him very much if she was going by his expression and how tightly he held her now.

“Sugar, where did you learn to do that?” He sounded astonished as he stroked her cheek.

“When I talked to Grace this afternoon, she told me how to do it.”

“Told you? That was the first blow job you’ve ever given?” he asked incredulously.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“I can’t believe it. You sucked my cock like you had experience,
swallowed
my cum…like you
enjoyed
it,” he said in an awed-sounding whisper.

“I
did
enjoy it. Very much as a matter of fact.”

“You sure did, sugar. You are a sweet, hot thing, Teresa. That took me completely by surprise. Angel said he showed you how to stroke him.”

She nodded happily. “Oh yes, he did. That was fun, too.”

“So he doesn’t
know
about your talented little mouth yet?”

“Nope, but I’m sure you’ll tell him all about it, won’t you?” she asked cheekily.

“Damn straight. That news is too good not to share.”

She mewed when he tweaked her nipple before sliding in a leisurely path down her abdomen. “You were rubbing your delicate little pussy pretty hard against my rough old leg.” His fingers stroked lightly over her heated flesh. “I’d better check and make sure you didn’t rub too hard.” He sounded very concerned about the state of her pussy.

“Oh? And what if I rubbed my pussy too hard on you?” She giggled as he turned her onto her back and loomed over her, looking
hungry
.

“Why, I’ll have to kiss it and make it feel better,” he replied eagerly. A low growl rumbled in his chest, and he latched onto her erect nipple. Joaquin was excellent at playing doctor.

Chapter Seventeen

Teresa adjusted the ankle straps on the dressy sandals she wore as they pulled into The Dancing Pony’s parking lot. On Friday nights the place was packed, and tonight was no exception. Angel cut the ignition on the pickup and smiled at her appreciatively. She could recall a time when that same look would have sent her skittering into her frightened little shell.

“You look gorgeous. Loving the two of us must agree with you because you’re glowing tonight.” Angel’s eyes roamed over her body, and she felt incredibly sexy. She wore the slinky, body-hugging top he’d given her for Christmas, which showed her cleavage to maximum advantage, topped off with the glittering black onyx jewelry. She’d paired the top with the long, straight, snug-fitting denim skirt and a pair of wickedly high black snakeskin heels. Her hair was pulled up in a black clip, leaving some curling tendrils around her face.

Joaquin climbed out and lifted her from the seat. Setting her down, he took full advantage of the contact as he nuzzled her throat. “I won’t be able to keep my hands to myself tonight. Your ass in that skirt—
Mmmm
!” His hands strayed to her derriere and squeezed before releasing her. His playful demeanor was contagious, and her heart felt incredibly light and happy as he lifted her chin and kissed her soundly. His eyes glowed with mischief. “I’ll be thinking about how you were earlier, lovely and naked in my arms, all evening long. Angel’s right. You’re radiant tonight.”

“You make all the difference, Joaquin. Thank you.” Teresa did feel different. She felt free,
really
free. She’d been reserved for so long, and it felt wonderful to release herself from that self-protection. To give her trust to Angel and Joaquin was liberating. What anybody in the club thought of her didn’t mean a thing because she knew where she stood with the men who loved her.

Angel came around the truck and slid his fingers into hers, asking, “Are you ready, sweetheart?”

She slipped her forearms through both of theirs and nodded. “Yes, I’m ready.”

Angel had talked with them in the truck on the way over. They hadn’t been sure how she wanted to be perceived in the club. Arriving with Angel, as his fiancée, with Joaquin tagging along, would have been the best option as far as public opinion was concerned. Of course that option had a huge drawback. Other women. Feeling a little territorial, Teresa had told them she had no problem entering the club as a threesome. She was not about to watch women approach her man all night, thinking he was single and available.

Angel had questioned her, but she had defended her choice, and he’d acknowledged that she had a good point about the other women. Joaquin had seemed to enjoy the glimpse of her territoriality, judging by the mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

Joaquin pulled open the door for them, and they escorted Teresa into The Dancing Pony. Mike and Rogelio greeted them, and Angel introduced Joaquin to two of the club’s three bouncers. The third, most recent addition to club security, Eli Wolf, was still on his honeymoon with Rachel.