Page 53 of Last One Standing
Now I did push him to the mattress with no resistance. He lifted up toward the headboard and I followed, hungry to touch and be touched. When he stopped, I straddled his lap. We connected like magnets—lips, tongues, and hands. He was being careful, and I hated it. I wanted him to tear my clothes off and make me scream.
I pressed my chest to his too forcefully, and pain shot through me and I gasped.
“Hey.” Angel took my face in his hands. “We’re good, slow.”
I nodded, and decided to let him lead. He lifted my shirt over my head, and I removed his. Skin on skin, brown and tan, it was like being shot with adrenaline.…He brought me to life, and it wasn’t until that moment I realized how I’d been half living.
His hands gently cupped my ass, and instinctively I pressed against him. I could feel his hard cock and I moaned, unable to hold back the incredible feeling.
I hadn’t enjoyed sex in a long time…so long, I’d forgotten how I’d once loved it.
“Angel,” I whimpered.
“I know.” His voice was deep, rough, as if he were barely hanging on.
My fingers danced down his chest, across his stomach, and once I reached his waistband, I dipped inside. He didn’t stop me, and I gripped his cock. It was like steel wrapped in velvet,big, thick…there wasn’t a part of this man that didn’t make my mouth water.
“Shit,” he hissed as I started jacking him off.
“Can we get naked, please?” Yeah, I begged. I had no shame right now.
I slid off his lap, and he kicked off his pants in record time. Mine took longer but soon we were all skin, and I was all right.
I shivered when his dick glided along mine, precome making us slick. It was a seductive dance I was thrilled to be part of.
“Shit, Kona, I’m gonna come.”
I nipped his chin and took our cocks in my hand. He was so big I couldn’t grasp them both, but he covered my hand with his, and in mere seconds we were shooting off as though we’d discovered sex for the first time. I came so hard, the pulse in my ears muffled whatever sounds came out of Angel’s mouth.
I rolled onto my back, our come and sweat painting my skin, and tried to catch my breath. I felt no pain, had no fear, and when I looked over at Angel’s smiling face, I felt cherished.
CHAPTER THIRTY
ANGEL
We showered together,and Kona let me check and make sure we hadn’t caused any damage to his already tender ribs. He agreed to an X-ray later, and I was hoping to see some healing happening.
I left to race to my room for fresh clothes, and of course I bumped into one of the twins.
“A little underdressed for breakfast, brother.” Nick eyed my towel.
“Fuck off.”
“Oh no, so grumpy!”
“Who’s grumpy?” Naturally, Noel had to show up, because it was going to be one of those days. “Oh, Angel…” He peered behind me. “Are you coming from Kona’s room?” He gasped and placed a hand on his chest. “Scandalous.”
“No, no it’s fucking not. Get the hell out of my way.” I barreled past them, not caring, pushing them against the wall. Those two were thorns in my side. If I didn’t love them, I’d kill them.
Once dressed, I headed downstairs and came to a screeching halt when I heard the conversation going on in there.
“Just a towel?” JJ spoke softly, but I still heard.
“Mmhmm.” I thought that was Nick, couldn’t tell.
“And he was coming from Kona’s room?” Shep asked.
“He was.” That was Noel.
