Trust Me (21 page)

    
“Excuse me? I believe I requested Angel’s
company for this evening and was assured there was no one else competing for
her.”

    
Desoto’s comment made her sound slutty
which only added to the blush of humiliation that rose up her neck and covered
her face. She refused to turn around and see the disappointment on Will’s face
when he saw her for the first time, refused to look at the man who had been the
model for every fantasy, desire and wish she had had since she heard his voice
a year ago, refused to see the disgust in his eyes as he listened to Desoto’s
insinuation.

    
“Angel is not a bone to be fought over,”
Will snapped as he rested his hands on Angel’s bare shoulders to keep her from
bolting. Her body was tense and her refusal to face him significant of her
embarrassment and uncertainty. Due to a delay in his flight, he was an hour
late and after entering the private party, spotting Angel immediately from
across the room and seeing the way she was trying to diplomatically dissuade
the little pissant next to her, he was in no mood to play nice. “She is a good
friend of mine who I haven’t seen in a long time. Isn’t that right, sweetie?”

    
“Y…yes, it is. I…I’m sorry, Mr. D…Desoto.
I tried t...telling you I was only interested in socializing w…with you at this
p...party.” Will’s hands felt warm, both hard and soothing on her shoulders and
as he coaxed her back against him, the feel of his even harder body bracing her
gave her the courage she needed to turn around.

    
Turning, she steeled herself to see
disappointment, but instead, Will’s beautiful green eyes looked over her face
with a tenderness that had her eyes tearing and a lust that had her body
responding by leaning closer. Even in three inch heels, he was much taller than
her, and much bigger. Drawing her closer, the abundant softness of her body was
emphasized as she came into full contact with his harder frame. His sun
streaked light hair curled around the collar of his brown and bright green
flowered shirt, making her itch to run her fingers through it.

    
“H…hello, Will,” she said tremulously,
smiling up at him.

    
“It’s good to see you…Angel,” Will
replied, deliberately omitting the again that Desoto was probably expecting.
“You look stunning.” She was just as attractive as he had imagined her to be,
her hair a bright, vibrant red that cascaded down her back, her catlike eyes a
pretty blend of green and brown and lit with an appealing combination of
uncertainty and pleasure that was also reflected in her stammering voice, and a
round, temptingly fuckable body that had his cock demanding action.

    
“Now, look here,” Desoto sputtered as Will
slowly lowered his head.

    
Without taking his eyes from Angel’s, Will
said simply, “Shut up, Desoto,” before taking advantage of the small gasp that
had parted her lips.

 
   
Angie’s arms automatically went up and
around his shoulders as she accepted his tongue into her mouth, returned his
exploring strokes and marveled over how familiar he seemed. The feel of his
lips and body were foreign to her, but the man was well known. She knew he was
forty-one years old, had three younger sisters and several nieces and nephews
that he doted on, friends he was loyal to and was co-owner of an island he had
worked hard at making a home. She knew his friends and family ribbed him constantly
over never wearing anything but Hawaiian shirts, he loved eating anything that
came from the ocean but hated catching it, enjoyed having a beer while watching
a sunset, cooking and accounting. She knew he was very fond of his best
friend’s wife and was into alternative sex which had included a bi lifestyle
until their first phone call.

    
She knew he still suffered misplaced guilt
over the death of a woman he had married in a heroic but vain attempt at
helping her escape a father and a culture that viewed her as property to be
bartered and sold. She knew upon discovering she had been pregnant, he had let
his rage over the injustice of their deaths at the hand of his wife’s father
get the better of him and had meted out justice of his own. She knew that in
eighteen years, she was the only one he had confided that to and she knew, as
she felt his hard hands clasping her buttocks, bringing her forward until she
felt his hard cock prodding her stomach that she was going to give in to her
body’s demands and indulge herself tonight. The only thing she wanted more than
a child at that moment was a chance to experience firsthand the kind of sex
Will had been teaching her about for the past year.

    
“Excuse me. Do we have a problem here,
Angel?”

    
Her boss’s cold voice was as effective as
a douse of ice water and Angie pulled away from Will with a gasp. Before she
could move away, however, his arm came around her waist and kept her plastered
next to his side.
 
Instead of struggling
to put some distance between them, she leaned into him, hoping he had a way to
appease Karen.

    
Will had been so engrossed in the feel of
Angel against him, her lips soft and responsive beneath his, that neither of
them had realized Desoto had left to complain to Angel’s boss.

  
  
“Ms.
Westland, I apologize, but when I spotted Angel I simply couldn’t bring myself
to put out the effort to get to know any of these other young ladies. As you
know,” he emphasized, “Angel and I have been….communicating via your business
for almost a year.” He didn’t let on that Angel had given him her personal
phone number since he knew it was against the company’s rules. Even though Will
had been calling her on her home phone, he had continued with their weekly
talks through Midnight Fantasies to keep her from having to communicate so much
with unwanted callers. “I’m afraid, after seeing her in person, I have realized
I have no interest in spending time with anyone but her.”

    
“But…”

    
“Mr. Desoto, would you excuse us a minute
and I’ll get this resolved.” After Desoto headed towards the bar, Karen
continued, “Angie, this is highly improper. If you want to get paid for tonight
and keep your job, you and Mr. Osborne will have to wait until this social ends
at eleven.”

    
“Mr. Desoto expects me to accompany him to
his room here at the hotel, which I will not do, as you know.” Angie didn’t
want to lose this big bonus and another few weeks of pay, but she’d rather be
behind on her goal of getting out of debt than suffer another minute of
 
that repugnant man’s company, especially now
that Will’s surprise visit had her leaning towards another way to spend the
rest of this evening.

    
“That is your option, but your time here
was paid for by him, therefore you have no choice…”

    
“Excuse us a minute, Angel,” Will
interrupted. “Ms. Westland, could I have a private word with you?”

    
Angie watched them walk far enough away
that she couldn’t hear what was being said, but by the angry way Will was
speaking and the way Karen’s face reddened before she nodded her head in
acceptance, she could only surmise Will had gotten her to reluctantly agree to
let her go.
 

    
“Do I still have a job?” she asked when he
strode purposely back over to her and took her hand.

    
“Yes, but with what I persuaded her to pay
you for tonight, you may not need it anymore.” A threat to have certain close
contacts of his look into her business practices had Ms. Westland agreeing to
not only pay Angel for tonight, but to give her two month’s severance pay in
the guise of a bonus. As much as he wanted her to quit her job at Midnight
Fantasies, Will didn’t want to start their relationship by running roughshod
over Angel’s personal business, but he wasn’t above using certain powers of
persuasion to help her out.

    
Pulling her against him with a fist in her
thick hair and an arm around her waist, he kissed her before she could question
him further. As she melted against him, all those soft curves cushioning his
hard frame, her soft sigh of surrender filling his mouth, he knew she wanted him
as much as he wanted her. Releasing those soft, damp lips, he whispered just
above them, “We’ve waited a year, little one, don’t you think that’s long
enough? Come with me to my room.”

    
The plea didn’t get to her but the demand
that followed it did. She had heard and obeyed that hard voice for almost
twelve months, doing things she had never done before as well as fantasizing
about althea things he could do to and with her that she had never done before.
Meeting him in person had the instant results she had been shying away from.
Tonight, she wanted to do more than fantasize, tonight she wanted to experience
everything he had tantalized her with, feel
 
everything she had never felt before, setting aside the past and the
future and simply bask in the now.

    
“Yes.”

    
Will took her hand, holding it tightly in
case she tried to change her mind, and pulled her with him out to the lobby
where he impatiently punched the elevator button.
 
They didn’t speak as they rode it to the
twentieth floor or as he swiped his key card and ushered her into his suite.
They had spent the past year talking, tonight was for feeling.

    
He didn’t give her time to admire the
suite he had reserved with their night together in mind as he pressed her
against the wall and kissed her hard before instructing, “Pull up your dress,”
as he went to his knees. He knew better than to give his Angel time to think.

    
There was no shyness as Angel grabbed the
folds of her pleated skirt and raised it to her waist, only excitement and a sense
of expectation she had never felt with her husband. When Will slowly lowered
her panties and slipped them off, she closed her eyes, not wanting to see if he
was disappointed in the shape of her thighs. Like the rest of her, they were
soft and round, then she forgot about the shape of her legs as he used his
hands to urge her to spread them and then used his thumbs to spread the folds
of her pussy, exposing her completely in the dim light of the room.

    
“You’re as beautiful here, Angel, as you
are everywhere,” Will told her. Her pink flesh was surrounded by bright red
curls, a red that matched that of her swollen clit. “Your descriptions of
yourself didn’t do you justice. I just might have to add to your first spanking
for holding back on me.” When her pussy creamed even further, he grinned up at
her as he sank one finger deep inside her. “Like that idea, do you?”

    
She saw no point in denying what was so
obvious, so she simply nodded her head, anxious for him to continue. When he
slowly withdrew his finger, her hips followed him, urging his return. “Will,
please,” she whispered, on the verge of begging for the first time in her life.
She didn’t realize how a year of foreplay had left her so desperate until faced
with that that she had denied herself all that time.

    
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” Will
kept her lips spread as he leaned in and ran his tongue up her slit, slowly
laving her protruding clit over and over. When he had tormented that small
piece of flesh until she was on the brink of orgasm, he moved his hands to her
ass, cupping those soft globes as he held her against his mouth.

    
Angie cried out as she clutched his hair
and tried to jerk her hips in sync with his invading tongue, but his tight hold
of her buttocks kept her still and all she could do was stand there and let him
feast. Her inability to move her hips seemed to heighten her pleasure and when
he took her clit between his lips and sucked hard, she had no choice but to
come in a never ending wave of ecstasy, pleasure so intense that when he
breached her back hole with a finger, she had no desire to balk, question or
resist. The long talks about anal play, the teasing over her innocence in that
area and the promises to someday be the one to show her the pleasures to be had
from that orifice when she refused to self-stimulate that area hadn’t come near
to preparing her for the truth. The shallow thrusts of his finger in her anus
accompanied by the titillating caresses of previously untouched nerve endings
ignited another climax before the first one had abated, and Angie could do
nothing but ride out the ever increasing maelstrom until there was nothing left
but a feeling of sated completeness.

    
Will loosened his slacks as he arose to
his feet, his cock a hard rod of aching need. The taste of Angel’s come filling
his mouth had been an aphrodisiac he didn’t need but a pleasure he relished.
Looking down into her glazed, stunned eyes, he couldn’t help but chuckle and
kiss her again, let her taste herself on his tongue. Reaching behind her, he
untied her halter top, released her mouth and stood back as her breasts tumbled
out.

    
Angie had always found her breasts to be
more of an embarrassment than a sexy enticement, but the way Will looked at
them, the way he reached out to palm each mound and started to knead the pliant
flesh, made her proud of her larger size for the first time since puberty. As
he moved to her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, she reached down to
release his cock into her hands, glad he had already loosened his pants around
the hard, straining flesh.