Against All Odds - Angel's Story(7)

“Fuck I need to taste you,” he said, as he pulled out of the kiss. God no. Please tell me he wasn’t talking about tasting down there? I was certain I was going to die of embarrassment. He slid his fingers out and started kissing his way down my body. I was mortified. I didn’t want him to go down there but I wasn’t sure what I could say to stop him, without sounding lame.

“Ohhhh…” All my worries vanished as soon as his lips were on me. Holy crap. It felt like heaven. My hands moved down and threaded in his hair. “Oh god, don’t stop,” I whimpered.

He chuckled. “I have no intention of stopping.”

“Good,” I panted. “Please keep doing what you’re doing.” It was funny how a few seconds ago I was mortified that he was going to do this, and now I was begging him to keep going.

I’ve never had an orgasm before but I could feel something building. Well I thought I could. And God it felt good. If this feeling gets any more intense, I think I might actually pass out.

Then it hits. “Oh Godddd…” I moaned as I threw my head back, my hands fisting in his hair. My body trembled and I saw stars by the time it was over.

When he finished, he lifted his head up and looked at me. He smiled. Seeing his beautiful smiling face between my legs was a sight, I can tell you. A sight I’d hopefully get to see again. And again…

I smiled back. “Wow, you’re good at that.” Then I giggled and covered my face with my hands. What a stupid thing to say.

“You haven’t seen nothin’ yet, sweetheart,” he said with a sexy, confident, cocky smile. There was so much conviction behind his words it made my heart race. Surely it couldn’t get any better than what just happened?

Chase planted a tiny kiss on my mound. I felt his lips curve into a smile when he did it. “You have a magnificent pussy,” he breathed against my sensitive flesh. Jesus, he did not just say that. I felt my face flush. I wasn’t sure how to respond to that comment, so I didn’t.

He kissed his way back up my body, stopping at my boobs again. “I love your tits. They’re perfect. You’re fucking perfect,” he whispered as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. The way he said it made me believe every word. I’d never felt more beautiful as I did at that moment. Wow, he thinks I’m perfect.

He placed tiny kisses all over my chest, my neck, my jaw. Oh god, I liked his mouth on me. Very much. When he found my lips again, he settled down on top of me. I could feel his erection pushing into my thigh.

“I need to go out to my bike and get a rubber,” he said pulling out of the kiss.

“A rubber?” I asked in confusion.

“A condom.”

“Oh.” I giggled. I’d never heard them called that before. I looked to my right, out of the window of my bedroom. It was still raining. The windows in my room are floor-to-ceiling as well. I love waking up to the ocean every day. Shit, my blinds were drawn. Anyone walking down the beach could see us. Luckily, because of the rain, the beach would more than likely be deserted.

I reached for the remote on my bedside table and pushed the button to lower them. “Jesus, even your blinds are run by a remote,” Chase stated, shaking his head.

He pushed up off me. I quickly grabbed his arm. “Where are you going?”

“Out to my bike.” I was relieved. For a second I thought he was leaving.

“I have condoms.”

“You do?” He raised his eyebrows when he asked. “You have guys over a lot, do you?” He frowned as he said this.

“Oh God no. My mum bought them for me.”

“Your mum?” Shit, why did I say that? “You’re twenty-two and your mother buys you condoms? Aren’t you old enough to buy your own?” Me and my big mouth. I felt like an idiot.

“It’s not like that,” I said as I felt my face turn red. “My parents worry, that’s all. My mum just wants to make sure I don’t end up pregnant.” Geez. Like that sounded any better. I wish my mouth would just keep quiet.

My mum put me on the pill a few years back, but advised I still use condoms, for STD’s. She’s pretty open about stuff like that. Honestly though, I hate talking about sex with her. It’s just wrong. I only accepted the condoms because she said if I ended up pregnant my dad would probably have a heart attack. We both laughed, but she was probably right.



He shook his head. “At least your mum gives a shit about you, I guess.” Wow. What did he mean by that? I kind of got the impression he was having a dig at his own mother. I have no idea what his home life is like. All I know is that his family are involved in some bikie gang. “Flaming Skulls” I think they’re called. That’s what Dana told me anyway. She’s the queen of gossip.