Page 21 of Angel Condemned

Jody

There was a thump-thump sound against my ear. I cringed, not wanting to wake up. The rhythm wasn’t unpleasant, but something in the back of my mind tickled like I should know what was making the noise.

Then everything came rushing back. The Roulex and my deal with them. The prison. The alien.

I opened my eyes with a gasp.

Dilbert, my alien cellmate, was holding me against his chest, his massive wings cocooning over us. I lifted my head to see him better. His eyes were closed and his breathing even. I tried shifting to dislodge myself from him, except my thigh brushed across his groin and heat flooded my face.

He inhaled sharply and his hands wrapped around my arms, holding me in place. A buzz of anticipation swirled through my belly.

How did I get here? He must have scooped me up while I was sleeping. The thought that I hadn’t woken up at all until now made me embarrassed. I mean, yeah, I know I was here to make him have sex with me, but we were still getting to know each other. Which sounded weird in my head as this was only a contract on my end.

“I-I should get up.” My voice came out a hoarse whisper, but I made no move to free myself. The memory of our kiss seared through me and lust spiked hot in my chest. Looking at his sensual mouth, the heat intensified.

His golden eyes captivated me, but he didn’t let go or push me away.

I tried to hold back a jitteriness swarming through me like I was fourteen again and fixing to kiss a boy for the first time. My mind was only on tasting his lips and how he’d made me forget everything except his mouth on mine, his body pressing against me. How good he tasted.

“Don’t.” His voice was thick and sent shivers racing through me.

I moved slightly and his fingers dug into my upper arms, like he strained not to ravish me. That thought had desire spiking through my entire body.

“Don’t what? This?” I traced my tongue along his lower lip, and he growled.

He moved his hands from my arms to my face, cupping my cheeks and bringing his mouth down on mine. His erection pressed against my inner thigh and a spike of fear paralyzed me for a moment listing all the reasons I shouldn’t do this. That I haven’t been honest with him. That I’m only using him to get what I want.

But his tongue swept inside my mouth and my worries fled. I’m slick and lustful.

He tasted like an addiction and I can’t get enough. Part of me wondered if his kind is a natural aphrodisiac to humans.

His hands moved to my hips, guiding me along his thick, long cock and I lost focus. Everywhere our bodies touch seared my skin like he's branding me and I want him to kiss, lick, and touch me everywhere. And I want to do the same for him. Taste him everywhere and feel him buried deep inside me.

I grind myself against him in desperation for more. Our clothes were too confining and too hot along with the edge of his wings around us. I felt like my body molded to his as though we were perfectly made for each other despite our different species. His hands and mouth were as starved for me as I was of him. Sparks of pleasure jolted straight through my clit and deep inside me.

He pulled away and his breath fanned across my neck. “W-we can’t do this.” Even as he said the words, his fingers clutched my ass, pressing me down even harder on his cock.

“Why not?” I lifted up, panting. I wanted this more than anything I’d ever known before and I knew he felt the same. Faint tremors skittered over my skin from where he touched me. My pussy ached for release and I wanted to scream…wanted him…wanted both of us to experience pleasure.

He moved his wings back like he was going to bolt across the cell and away from me. No, no, no. He had to have sex with me. I couldn’t let that happen. Not just because of my deal with the Roulex. My body hummed for his.

Swiftly, I took off my prison shirt, exposing my breasts and looked over my shoulder at him.

“This is what they want.” His hands dropped from my ass and clenched with a scowl that marred his features.

A wall roared between us. If I didn’t play this right, he’d become mistrustful of me. I could see it in the pinching at the corner of his eyes.

“We don’t have to do anything except give each other pleasure.” I grasped both of his hands in mine, placing his palms to my aching breasts.

For a moment, I thought he’d shove me away.

He let out a rumble and lifted his head to my breast and his breath skimmed over my nipple making it instantly hardened. His hot mouth fastened on my nipple, coaxing out moans as my climax soared higher and higher. I grasped his horns to help hold myself in place and slid back and forth over his sex as he moved to the other breast. My nipple hardened under his hot mouth, but then he leaned back, and cold air washed between us. Panic swelled in my throat. I encircled his neck, desperate to hold on, fraught for more, and pulled him back to me. His golden eyes burned like smoldering liquid embers and his mouth hovered over mine, waiting.

The memory of his kiss had currents of desire zinging through me. I traced his gorgeous lips with my tongue. He tasted of sweet toffee and heady, rich coffee. I ran my hands through his thick, dark hair and back to his spiraled horns. He pressed his body over mine and forced his tongue inside my mouth filling me with more of his sweet, savory flavor. His hands stroked my sides before moving to my breasts. My pulse throbbed in my veins and I writhed underneath him, wanting more. Our tongues stroking and sucking on each other like we couldn’t get enough of each other. Like we’re dying and only breathing each other in could save us.

“Here.” He tucked my prison shirt underneath me to cushion me some from the cold, stone floor. His mouth moved from my breast to trail hungry kisses down my stomach and lower still while his warm hands parted my legs. He paused and looked up at me with such hunger in his eyes that it stole my breath.

“Wait,” I panted out not sure I could actually speak in full sentences because my sex was throbbing for him. “I-I want to bring you pleasure too.”

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