Stronghold (Stronghold 1) (47 page)

Then Angel bent over the desk,
resting her arms on its surface and exposing every inch of her gorgeous pussy.
 
The
heels she was wearing put her ass at the perfect height for him. Between
the mounds of her ass cheeks, that tight, dusky little hole winked at him and
Adam could feel his blood surging down to his cock.   It was amazing he
had enough running through the rest of him to keep his body moving.  

Walking over to the desk, he
opened the top drawer where he knew the lube was kept.  Angel's head was
turned slightly, watching his every move.  He winked at her and moved back
around so that he was directly behind her.  

Crouching down, he kissed the
inside of her thigh, smiling a bit at her gasp of surprise.  Working his
way up her inner thighs, he eventually reached the wet heaven of her pussy.
 She was moving her hips up and down slightly, her legs spread just far
enough that he had easy access to the dusky pink inner lips.  Her little
clit was poking out of its hood, swollen and eager.  Adam flicked his
tongue over it and enjoyed the way she moaned in response.

Lubing up his fingers, he
continued to lick and suck on her pussy lips, getting her even more aroused.
 When he pressed one wet fingertip to the entrance of her asshole,
circling it a little bit to tease the nerves, Angel groaned and pushed back
against him.  Damn that was hot.  She obviously was more than ready
to have something inside of her ass. 

Obliging her, he sank his finger
deep into her without any further ado.  The tight ring of muscle at her
entrance clenched down around him as he teased her clit with his tongue.
 Angel moaned, moving her hips with his finger as he began to slide it
back and forth in that tight hole, loosening her up a little bit.  When he
added a second finger she gasped and shuddered a little bit.  He could
feel the strain in her body as she adjusted, and he realized that she probably
hadn't had anal sex in very long time.

Which only made his cock ache
even more than it already was.

He sucked her clit into his mouth
and felt the tremor shake her entire body.  Fuck.  Releasing her from
his lips, he ignored her mewl of disappointment as he stood.

"Uh uh, sweetheart, you're
not going to cum until I'm deep in that hot ass."

She whimpered again as her ass
clenched around his fingers.  Yeah, she liked that idea.  Watching
his finger slickly gliding in and out of her ass, the tiny hole shiny with
lube, he used his other hand to undo the front of his pants.  There was
just something incredibly hot to him about taking Angel's ass for the first
time while she was completely naked but for her fire engine heels and he was
basically completely clothed.  

That tight little hole gaped
slightly when he pulled his fingers out, giving him just enough time to spread
some lube over the length of his cock, line it up to that tight entrance and
begin to press in.  

Fuck.

Both of them gasped at the same
time as the head of his cock was sucked into her, her body spasming around the
intrusion.  Adam rubbed her lower back soothingly, stopping his
progression and giving her time to adjust to the fact that his cock was a hell
of a lot thicker than his fingers.  She had let her upper body slump onto
the desk, her head turned to the side and her cheek pressed against the wood;
he could see the fluttering of her lashes and her parted lips as she panted
through the discomfort.  

Watching her endure that
discomfort, the slight flashes of pain, all for him was both humbling and wildly
arousing.  It was one of the biggest reasons anal sex was such a turn on
for him.  He loved watching the struggle, knowing that she was doing so to
please him, and that it was going to eventually bring both of them incredible
pleasure.

******

The stretch burned... fuck... she
hadn't considered that Adam's cock was a good bit thicker than anyone she’d
ever had anal sex with.  But it felt so good too.  Toys just didn't
do the same thing; they were hard, more unyielding and they didn't pulse and
throb inside of her the way she could feel him doing.  Angel moaned as he
receded a bit and pushed in a little deeper.

Fuck yes... the burn expanded,
making her insides clench and spasm as she whimpered.  Feeling him sliding
in was both uncomfortable and hot, it was the pull out that had her gasping and
shuddering as nerve endings flared to life.  The desk was cool beneath her
cheek and breasts, her body pressing down onto it for support as he began to
slowly rock back and forth, sliding a little deeper with every stroke.

Angel couldn't stop the moaning
whimpers as the slow invasion continued.  Her eyelids fluttered, but her
eyes couldn't focus on anything.  

"What's your color,
Angel?... Angel?"

"Green," she whispered
throatily, her fingers curled as his hips surged and she cried out with the
pain and pleasure of it.  

The heat of his groin pressed
against her buttocks and she realized that he was all the way in.  Her
muscles rippled around him, adjusting, accommodating.  That very
involuntary act just added to how passive and submissive she felt.  It was
wonderfully freeing.  Anal had always turned her on, but this was more
intense, more exciting than anything she'd ever experienced before. 

"Good girl."
 Hands caressed her hips and then gripped and he began to fuck her ass,
gently but firmly with long sure strokes that had her twisting as her insides
writhed with the new sensations.  She could feel the breath being sucked
out of her as he pulled out, her cries muffled by lack of air when he shoved
back in.

It was dizzying, wonderful
pleasure, mixing with the sharp stinging bursts of discomfort that heated her
lower body.  Every thrust had his cock pushing against some spot deep
inside her, as if there was a g-spot in there or something.  She was
moaning and shuddering and unable to stop even if she wanted to; the sensations
running riot through her were wildly out of control.

The ecstasy rolled through her,
unlike any orgasm she'd ever experienced before.  Her pussy to spasmed
emptily even as the fullness of her ass had her writhing as the starbursts of
sensation sparked and ignited inside of her.  The rolling sensation of
pleasure seemed to travel from her trembling legs all the way through to her
fingertips, which were now wrapped around the edges of the desk.  

"Oh fuck... Angel..."
 

The sensation of Adam expanding
and then throbbing inside of her only made Angel wail harder as the storm of
sensation became almost painful in its intensity.  Her ass felt like it
was on fire, in the most incredibly erotic way possible.  She tightened
around him, despite the fact that it made her burn even hotter, wanting to
increase Adam's pleasure.  

Suddenly his large frame was
covering hers completely, practically crushing her between him and the desk.
 Heat surrounded her and she cried out as she felt him pulse inside of
her, filling her bowels with hot cum.  

She didn't know how long she lay
underneath him, shuddering and completely content, before he pulled away from
her.  The plug that slid into her bottom, keeping his cum inside of her,
was just big enough that she wouldn't have to work to keep it in without
hurting as it was lodged inside of her.  

When he helped her stand,
wrapping a blanket around her, she put up her arms and wound them around her
neck, helping him as he carried her out of the room and to the aftercare
corner.  The plug was jostled a little bit, making her wince and shiver as
little spasms of pleasure rippled through her; the aftermath of her intense
orgasm.  

"Mmmm, that was nice,"
she said, feeling all fuzzy and warm as she rubbed her face into his shoulder.

His chuckle seemed to vibrate
through her.  "That's an understatement sweetheart."

Shifting nervously by the door to
Adam's house, Angel tapped her foot impatiently.  Not that they were late
yet, but she was just feeling the build-up of nerves that she always did before
introducing her parents to a guy.  Both of them were going to be at the
studio today; a fact that she'd warned Adam about over breakfast this morning.

Her cheeks warmed with pleasure
when she thought about that breakfast.  Eaten naked.  Definitely not
something she'd done before.  Last night he'd ended up getting her bag out
of her car so that he could give her a ride from Stronghold to his house.
 She really had meant to take her own car, but after the intense scene
she'd been all too happy to let him talk her into coming in his instead.
 They were going back to Stronghold tonight, after all, and she could take
it over to his place from there.  

After they'd gotten back to
Adam's place last night, he'd gotten her into the shower where he'd been
extremely gentle about removing the plug he'd put in her ass and then cleaning
off her entire body.   With his hands and some soap, rather than using any
of the cloths that he had hanging in there.  And then she'd returned the
favor.  Which had led to the first shower sex she'd ever enjoyed. 

Adam had a really nice shower
stall, with a ledge, non-skid tiling, and for the first time she hadn't felt
like she was about to fall down and possibly break her leg in the middle of sex
in the shower.  

Waking up this morning, with her
ass snuggled up to a pretty prominent erection, had been rather nice too.
 Although, to her surprise he hadn't done anything with it before getting
out of bed and cooking her breakfast.  She'd put on one of his t-shirts,
which hung down just far enough to cover her butt, and a pair of panties from
her overnight bag and watched him cook for her.  Which had also been
really nice.

French toast and scrambled eggs
with diced fruit on the side.  Yum.  She wasn't normally a breakfast
person really, but after last night she had been
starving.

After a nice, leisurely breakfast
she'd glanced at the clock and realized that she needed to get ready to go to
the dance studio.  Which was when the nerves had set in again.  If
they left now they'd be there twenty minutes earlier than she needed to be,
which she didn't really want, but she just wanted to get there and get this
over with.  Similar to how she felt on opening nights, actually.  Little
bit of stage fright over her parents meeting Adam maybe?  

Yeah.  Just a little.
 She had to admit to herself that he wasn't the kind of guy that she
normally dated; he was bigger, badder, more in control and a lot more focused
than any of her past boyfriends.  Trying to figure out how her carefree
and eccentric parents and he would react to each other was nerve-wracking to
say the least.  

When her phone buzzed, she went
for it right away.  Definitely better than heckling Adam to hurry up when he didn’t
actually need to in order for them to be on time.

Hey honey!  What are you up to
tonight?

Angel grimaced.  She hadn’t
gotten to hang out with Leigh all week and she missed her friend, but she knew
that Adam really wanted to see his friends tonight too.  And, honestly, now
that Leigh was back together with Michael, Angel would rather spend time
getting to know Adam’s friends than having to play nice with Michael.

Going to Stronghold; we’re
meeting Adam’s friends there and hanging out.  What’s up?

Aw, I was hoping we could maybe
do a double date.

She made a face.  Somehow she
couldn’t see Adam and Michael getting along very well, but maybe that’s just
because she was biased.

Can’t tonight… maybe next
weekend?

We’re gonna be at Michael’s
parents next weekend.  We’ll figure out a time.

Ok.  Miss you!

Miss you too!

“Hey, ready?”  Adam came striding down
the hall towards the front door; Angel looked up and smiled.

“Oh my, getting fancy are we?”

“What are you talking about?”  He looked
down at the blue button-down shirt and jeans he was wearing.

“I didn’t know you had shirts in any colors,”
she teased.

Adam made an exasperated sound, catching her
waist with one arm and pulling her in for a kiss.  She pressed herself
against him, kissing him back with all the nerves and excited energy that was
bundled up in her chest.

“Now I know why Michael calls you ‘pest,’” he
said wryly as he pushed her out the front door.

******

About five minutes into the
class, Angel realized she’d been had.  Any beginners’ class tended to be
easy to step into and many people were familiar with waltz, but they didn’t
move with the smooth assurance that Adam did.  He hadn’t mentioned that
he’d taken dance before but there was no other explanation.

“Okay, very good everyone! 
Ladies move to the next gentleman.”

Her eyes narrowed as Leslie, one
of the older women in the class, stepped up to dance with Adam.  Leslie
was sweet, but she was also terrible at following any kind of lead, except when
she was dancing with the instructors.  And yet, as the older woman
chattered up at Adam, Angel could tell that she was actually following his
lead.  Which meant that it was particularly strong.

Like most ballroom dance classes
there were more women than men enrolled, so Angel was dancing the men’s part,
which meant that she didn’t get to dance with Adam and she couldn’t watch him
the entire time, but from what she could see, this was not his first
class.  She didn't know whether to be impressed that he knew how to dance
or annoyed that he hadn't told her.  Show-off.  

But that didn't stop the little
smile from flickering every time she looked at him.  It made her want to
test his knowledge. 

Out of the corner of her eye, she
saw her parents come in and check out the class.  She'd given them the
heads up that she was bringing her boyfriend by.  Although calling Adam
her boyfriend made him sound so much more innocuous than he was.  The man
didn't look like a "boyfriend."  

Since they were familiar with
everyone in the class she knew that they picked him out immediately.  Her
dad sat down at one of the benches along the room to watch her teach while her
mom started chatting with a couple that had just finished a private class with
Meredith, one of the instructors.  Even though it didn't look like her mom
was paying attention, Angel knew that nothing escaped that woman's notice.
 Her dad didn't bother pretending he was doing anything other than
watching the class. 

******

By the time the class finished,
Adam's neck felt almost itchy from all the prickling.  He'd seen Angel's
parents come into the room - at least he assumed they were her parents because
she faintly resembled both of them - and ever since then he had that
creepy-crawly feeling of being watched.  Her father was a lot more obvious
about it than her mother was, but he could feel it coming from both directions.
 It was a little bit distracting, although overall he was pleased about
how he'd acquitted himself. 

Years ago he'd taken some classes
in waltz with Brooke.  They hadn't gotten very far but he'd used it on
other occasions as well and he'd always focused on making what he did know look
good rather than trying to stomp his way through a bunch of fancy steps.
 He'd rather know less steps but look fantastic doing them. 

"You should come to class
more often," the woman he'd been dancing with last said.  She patted
him on the arm.  "You're a good boy."

Adam managed to stifle his laugh.
 "Thank you, I might."  

His gaze flicked over to Angel,
who was showing one of the men part of the little sequence she'd taught during
the class, and the woman's smile broadened.  Giving his arm a final pat,
she walked over to the closet where everyone's coats were hanging, sitting down
on one of the available benches to change her shoes. 

"You've danced before?"
 The question had him turning to face the older man who had appeared
beside him.  It took all of Adam's self-control not to jump; he hadn't
heard any movement next to him.  

Bright hazel eyes studied him
alertly, flecked with brighter speckles of gold that harkened to the unusual
shade of Angel's irises.  "Mr. Jones, I presume?  I'm Adam
Rawn."

He held out his hand, which got a
very brief shake as the shorter man peered up at him.  The very briefness
of the handshake didn't give him much of an impression; if he'd met Mr. Jones
in the business world he would have assumed that the other man wasn't
interested in what Adam had to say, but that completely contradicted the way
the man was looking at him. 

"She must like you, if she
brought you here," Mr. Jones said.  He slid his hands into his
pocket, seemingly waiting on a response from Adam.

"Ah... I certainly hope she
does."

"So you've danced
before?"

Adam was starting to understand
where Angel got her occasionally abrupt turns of conversation from, although
with her father it was obviously habitual rather than occasional. 

"A little bit."

"You're very smooth.
 Do you foxtrot?"

"No, just waltz and a little
bit of swing."  Despite the haphazardness of the questions, Mr.
Jones' eyes were very sharp as he studied Adam, not at all put off by the fact
that Adam fairly towered over him.  When Angel's hand suddenly slid into
his, Adam gave it a quick squeeze, feeling faintly relieved, despite the fact
that he'd never been all that nervous about meeting parents.  Mr. Jones'
conversational style was a bit rattling. 

"Hi Daddy, did you like the
class?"

"It was very good.  Mr.
Rawn has danced before."  It was said almost accusingly.  Adam
saw Angel's lips twitch.

"Yes, I noticed that as
well," she said, turning her head to look up at him.  "He didn't
mention it before we came here."

"I wasn't sure how much I
remembered," he said.  "It's been years."

"Dancing is all muscle
memory," Mr. Jones said sternly.  "Do you like camping?"

"Uh, yes."

"Good."  The older
man started to turn and then stopped, eyeing Adam again.  "It was
nice to meet you.  Have a good afternoon, Angel."

"You too, Sir."  

"Bye Daddy."

Mr. Jones strode over to his
wife, whispering something in her ear before heading out the door.  

Angel squeezed Adam's hand,
grinning up at him.  "I think he liked you.  Normally he doesn't
make that much effort to talk to someone new."

"That was talking?"
 

"For him, for a first time
introduction, yes.  Don't worry, once he's more comfortable around you
he'll talk a lot more.  He's not like Leigh's Dad; her dad
never
 talks."

"Ah.  Okay.
 Good."

While they waited for Angel's
mother to finish her conversation with her students, Angel pestered him with
questions about his previous dance experience.  That led to her actually
dancing with him, wanting to find out what he knew out to do - which took less
than three minutes to show her since all he could remember was the sequence
they'd just learned in class and a silly little move that he remembered as
being called "patty-cakes," following an underarm turn.  

By the time they were done with
that, Angel's mother was standing on the sidelines and she gave them a little
smattering of applause.  Unlike Mr. Jones, Mrs. Jones was like
effervescent bubbles of personality, although her conversational style was also
a little scattered.  She approached every single sentence with the kind of
enthusiasm most people reserved for their favorite topics.  

Comparing her to Angel was rather
entertaining; Angel was so obviously a mix between her high-speed and verbose mother
and her more laid back father.  Mrs. Jones didn't physically bounce as she
chattered, but she gave the impression that she was a high-energy, bouncy
person.  Her hands fluttered in front of her as she spoke, emphasizing
every sentence.  

He also learned that Angel could
talk at extremely high speeds when she was conversing with her mother. 

Somehow, Mrs. Jones managed to
learn, and comment upon, everything about Adam that he usually imparted to a
new acquaintance over a full dinner in less than fifteen minutes.  The
rundown of his parents, job, schooling, friends and as much as he could tell
her about the beginning of his relationship with Angel had never been recounted
so quickly.

They weren't able to tear
themselves free until some of Mrs. Jones' students arrived for a private
lesson.  And he'd thought his mother was a talker.  Good thing she
lived in England; he had a feeling that when the two mothers met, he would want
to find a place to hide.  Mr. Jones would probably join him.

Then he realized, with a bit of a
jerk, that he'd thought
when
 the two mothers met, not
if.
 
Grinning, he took Angel's hand in his as they headed back out to his car.