Page 8 of His Angel

I nod.

Odd, but I guess you’re never going to say that in error. Nobody ever screamed ‘oh, watermelon’in ecstasy.

“Your brother is being a selfish prick.”

Unfastening my top button draws his attention exactly where I want it, and when my jeans land on the floor, my hard cock jutting out, his eyebrow raises as if to say,That’s what you want to talk about right now?

“Get’s you hard though, doesn’t it?” he asks with a quirk of an eyebrow.

Squeezing around the base and pulling my way to the tip doesn’t ease any of the pent-up energy I’m currently holding back. Weeks, months, I’ve been waiting for a way to get my hands on him, longing glances and secret touches aside. This game we’ve been playing has been a tease of epic proportions, but he’s here and offering an apology, one I’m more than happy to take.

“Absolutely not. But you do.”

They might be identical twins, but there’s nothing the same about them, aside from the looks, and whilst that look is hot as sin, one I’d kill and one I’d fuck.

“Shuffle down and open your mouth.”

I was more than happy to get to my knees for him, to apologise for attempting to protect him when it wasn’t needed. I know he’s more than capable of doing that, and he made it oh-so very clear after the fact, but now, I get to enjoy him instead.

He awkwardly shuffles down the bed, the leather pulling tight around his wrists as I climb over him, swiping a lazy tongue over his nipple before straddling his chest and resting my dick against his tongue. He laps and lathes, his hot mouth wrapping around my length as he sucks me deep before pulling back and repeating the maddening motion.

He could pop the belt off its hook if he wanted to, untwist his hands and be free in nothing more than a matter of seconds, but he doesn’t. He relinquishes control over to me so beautifully that I can’t help the praise that falls from me.

My fingers slide through the length of his hair, holding him in place while I pump my hips, his watery hazel eyes looking up at me through thick dark lashes. It takes me back to the very first time I saw him, the same pleading look he gave me at the fight, and this is what I’d wanted then, what I’m finally getting now.

This tangled tease we’ve been playing for months is coming to an end, we’re both getting what we couldn’t admit to each other we wanted, and it feels good, so fucking good. My spine tingles, my balls drawing up, as I come hard down his throat.

“I should leave you like that,” I say with panted breaths as I collapse back onto his thighs, his cock rigid behind the strained material of his underwear. “That would teach you a lesson about doing this shit without me.”

His chest bounds almost as rapidly as mine does as he waits to see where I’ll go next and if I’ll really leave him this turned on with no satisfaction.

“I could have left you too,” he comments quietly. “When you pushed me aside like a defenceless child.”

“I apologised for that.”

“And I apologised for this.”

He’s right, and holding onto this would be unfair.

Sliding back off his chest, I settle between his thighs, running the tips of my fingers down his chest and grazing my nails over his nipples. His hissed intake of breath proves just how sensitive they are right now, and I can’t help the smile that tugs at the corner of my mouth.

His cock springs free as I slide his underwear down, opening his thighs to sink my teeth into the firm skin on the inside as he groans, the sound tingling deep in my belly. He tenses and relaxes, a groan slipping free as I wrap my hand around his length and pump him hard before slipping him into the heat of my mouth.

Being tied up and tangled in my ministrations has him wound up and well on the way to satisfaction, and as I pull back, rolling his balls in my other hand as I jerk him harder and faster, he stutters and bucks, spilling over us both.

Licking the tip, I clamber off the bed, grabbing a towel from the bathroom before wiping my hands and bringing one for him, expecting to find him sated and comfortable on the bed, only to find him busy unfastening the belt with a smug smile.

“Have you calmed down now?” he asks, accepting the towel as I gather up his clothes for him, sliding my jeans back on.

I could lay down with him, slide our sweat-slicked skin together as the two of us cuddle up, but that’s only going to end up with us going further and I’m not sure he’s ready for that, not yet.

I watch him put one item of clothing on after another, the tattoos disappearing one by one as he waits for an answer.

I ponder my words carefully.

I’m here to win this, there’s no other choice. And Jacob would arguably be a much better partner for me than Ivy, on a personal level. There’s understanding there that she’ll never completely get, as well as the fact that he’s hot as fuck. But she was right last night, there’s something between us too.

Is there a way I can have them both?