Hearts the Last Beat (Angel Fire #6) - Ellie Masters Page 0,10
Her pelvis rocks forward, trapping my beleaguered cock between us.
I bite my lower lip and worry a metal stud with my teeth.
“So…” She leans into me, shamelessly pushing herself against my cock. “When are we gonna…”
“Gonna, what?”
“You know…” Her gaze flicks down between us. “Do the deed.”
She’s curious, but shy.
A groupie would have her hands on my dick already. Hell, I’d be banging her mouth and knocking around her tonsils by now. Angel hasn’t even tried to touch me. Not that I’ll let her make the first move.
If I’m going to put everything on the line, then I’m going to do things right. Take things slow, which is totally not my speed. I’m obsessive when it comes to sex. Full speed ahead. Leave your inhibitions at the door. I move fast.
But I sense that’s going to be too fast for Angel. More importantly, I’m not interested in a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am kind of thing with Angel. Two reasons come to mind. First, we live in the same house. A fuck-and-done scenario will crash and burn. Second, and far more importantly, we live in the same house, and someday I hope we live together.
That’s a major first for me. With Angel, I see a promise for more, the potential for a forever. If we can somehow survive the fallout, I see having what the guys have. It’s something I’ve never known. For the first time ever, I see a forever stretching out before me with Angel by my side.
The only question is whether I risk destroying the band with a relationship that, from the start, is full of dangerous pitfalls and perilous speed bumps.
In an act of supreme self-control, I dig through the potent perfume that is Angel’s signature scent. I push past the fog of male arousal clouding my judgment, and somewhere in there, I find my brain.
It’s no secret I’m a fan of women. Unlike Bash with his selective taste in redheads, I love all women. From their graceful legs to their round asses, to the swell of their tits and their luscious, pouty lips; I love skinny, curvy, short, and tall. Blondes, brunettes, and those with midnight-black hair. I love them all. The more eager and adventurous, the more I pursue. Not that I ever had to work for it.
From the moment my voice deepened, the girls couldn’t stay away. From hand jobs at thirteen, to blow jobs at fourteen. I lost my virginity at fifteen, old by my standards, and never looked back.
“If you can’t say it, we can’t do it. What is it you want?” I hold her attention with my sternest expression. Takes a goddamn force of will not to crack, but I persevere and learn something about Angel.
“I want you to kiss me.”
“Just a kiss?”
“Well, a kiss to start.” Her fingers twist together, and she nibbles on her lower lip.
As even more blood rushes to my dick, a lump forms in my gut as my brain kicks in. She’s nervous. More nervous than she should be.
“How many boys have you slept with?”
“How many girls have you slept with?”
“I’ve slept with a lot of women, not girls. Now answer my question.”
If she’s a virgin, I’m out of here. That carries a shit ton of responsibility, and it’s not for me. My body knows only one speed, and that’s not slow and gentle.
“Why?”
“It’s a simple question. How many boys have you slept with?”
“Is this the sex talk? The I’m clean. You’re clean. We’re all clean kind of thing? If you must know, I’m on the pill. And nobody called me back to tell me I had anything. How about you? Are you clean?”
“Pristine. I never go without protection, but answer my question.”
“What question?”
“How many boys have you fucked?”
“I’ve slept with three boys.” The hitch in her voice draws my attention.
“Slept with, or fucked?”
“Well, one of them couldn’t get it up. The other couldn’t keep it up.”
“You’re a virgin?” I place distance between us.
“God, no. Billy got it up and kept it up. It was just…”
“Just, what?”
She shrugs. “Underwhelming?”
Underwhelming?
“Are you telling me you’ve never had an orgasm?”
“I’ve had a…” She pulls back. “What’s with all the questions?”
“It’s what adults do when they’re going to fuck. Maybe you’re not ready?”
“Oh no, you don’t.” She reaches between us and grabs my dick. “I definitely want you to fuck me.”
So much for making the first move, and now that her hand’s on my dick, all coherent thought leaves me.