Page 40 of Bedding Rose
"Keep the heels. I like them." He glances up at me with a naughty wink before diving forward. He mouths me through my silky red panties, tongue blading and gliding over my cleft, tracing a path over the fabric again and again until it's a wet mess that clings to me, and trembling pleasure rolls through me like thunder.
My hands twist the fabric of my dress into tight little bunches as I arch against the wall, presenting myself for him.
"Que bonita," he whispers.
I warm from just that tiny bit of praise, grinning and eager as his fingers walk up the outside of my leg and hook underneath the side of my panties.
"Fuck. Yes," I whisper. I can’t wait to feel the direct heat of his tongue. To have his mouth on me.
Angelo drags the material down slowly, planting a kiss on each inch of exposed skin, making me wild, my pulse frantic. My entire body is racing while he’s on a leisurely stroll. He ultimately leaves my panties stretched to their max, nearly at a snapping point, halfway down my spread thighs. His lips nibble and I’m surprised by how much I love it when his nose nuzzles my clit and he blows a heated breath over my smoothly shaved slit, but the feeling drives me to madness.
“Please.”
“Please what, Rose?” the bastard has the gall to ask.
“Lick me,” I whisper, my cheeks heating. “Lick my pussy.”
“Que rico. Eres cochina,” he praises me for being a dirty girl in Spanish, and hearing him talk dirty in that beautiful accent makes my cunt pulse impatiently. Was that what he was waiting for the entire time? I’m not certain but I stop wondering when he leans forward again and the flat of his tongue glides over my opening, making fire pool low in my belly. He builds up a rhythm that has my toes curling against the leather of my shoes, nails digging into them.
“Please. Please. Please,” I chant, my voice nearly hoarse from need.
“Come for me, Rosie. Show me how this pretty pussy comes,” Angelo pulls back and murmurs as he sticks two of his fingers in his mouth, wetting them. He then uses them to gently spread me open and spear me as his mouth locks back down on my clit.
A sound in the hall makes me tense and I freeze. Shit. We’re going to get caught. Reality cuts into the delicious sensations he’s creating and I decide that we need to be done. We need to get out of here before something terrible happens. I fake a whimper and tighten my thighs, pretending.
But Angelo just yanks his lips from my core and glares up at me. “Don’t you lie to me. Unlike your past boyfriends, I know what a real orgasm looks like. You might not yet. But I’m going to show you.”
His mouth and fingers both go back to work at a steady pace. At first, my worry overrides them, but he gradually speeds up, little by little, until all my anxiety is replaced by roiling, writhing lust.
My hips start moving of their own accord, my ass bumping rhythmically against the wall. Anyone walking by outside could hear us but I suddenly don’t give a damn. Angelo’s lips are sucking my clit deep inside as his fingers slam up into me, making me pant desperately.
“More. Rougher. Harder.”
“Mmmm,” he murmurs, his mouth still locked around my clit—delicious vibrations send me spinning off into the ether as I burst into a million rays of light.
My head falls back against the wall and my thighs grow limp. My eyes are closed and so while I hear him moving, feel him manhandling me, sliding my soaked panties back up my thighs and smacking my ass, I can’t do more than mutter a vague, inattentive, blissed out, “hmm.”
Angelo’s chuckle revives me and somehow lends me the strength to open my eyes. I blink up at him, surprised to find him just in front of me, staring at me with a soft look that still somehow manages to be smug.
“Well, if your mother didn’t hear you, I’ll be disappointed,” he jokes.
I punch him in the arm, though it probably hurts me far more than it does him. “Jerk. Not funny.”
“Not joking, lil reina. Just like I’m not joking about the fact that I’m going to take you home later and fuck you until you pass out.”
I inhale, my thighs quivering and my nipples, stiff and angry about the attention they haven’t yet received, all reacting to the heat of his words. “God, I wish.”
“You wish? Oh, it’s going to happen.”
I lean my head back against the wall and chuckle without humor. “Oh, you don’t know the dark side of Ms. Dalton. After this event—after every event—there’s a rage bender where she’s going to rant about every single person who attended and didn’t give her what she thinks she deserves.”
“Well, good thing I’ll get you out of it.”
I shake my head at his naïveté. “There is no getting out of it. Even Quique can’t get out of it and he’s her precious son.”
Angelo leans over me then, putting his forearm on the wall near my head, caging me in. Only, I don’t feel trapped. The fire in his eyes makes me feel the exact opposite, actually—I feel exalted.
“Well, then it sounds like you’re going to have to unlock your window for me so I can sneak in and ravage you in your bed.”
