Nash had spoken up and told him to leave it alone.
Angel kept her nose out of it. Her first ever party had been a success in her mind.
“How are you doing over there, Angel?” Zero asked. He was playing cards with her man. Hardy and Rose had come back down, and Hardy was playing cards while Rose did a little light clearing up.
“I’m sober.”
“Good, because we’ll be leaving soon,” Lash said, stroking her thigh.
She moaned, opening her thighs wider for him.
“I never thought I’d see the day when Angel Marston would stand on the tables and dance like that,” Kate said, taking a seat on Nash’s lap.
Nash slapped her ass warning her to be quiet.
“What? I’m only speaking the truth. I wonder who she was dancing for,” Kate said, continuing to speak.
“I wasn’t dancing for anyone. I joined my friend up on the table and had some fun. I wasn’t doing anything wrong.” Angel rested her head against Lash’s arm. He smiled down at her as she smiled up at him.
“I think you’re a natural, honey,” Rose said, taking a seat beside Hardy. “Besides, we old ladies need to stick together. We’re the ones that are going to stick around.” Rose shot a glare at Kate.
“Put the claws away, kitten.” Hardy kissed his woman.
Angel watched the interplay. She saw the respect the guys had for Rose and the lack of it toward Kate. The other woman really was anyone’s piece of ass.
Lash slammed his cards on the table. “I’m out, f**kers. See you tomorrow.” He got up from the table, slapped the guys’ hands and together they made their way toward his bike.
“We didn’t need to go if you didn’t want to,” Angel said. She’d been enjoying the banter.
“I only stayed longer for you to sober up.” He cupped her ass, rubbing his crotch against the front of her body. “If I’d taken you home I wouldn’t have controlled myself. Your first time, you’re going to remember it.”
From all the coffee he’d given her she was as sober as they came.
“Take me home, Lash.” She snuggled close, inhaling his masculine scent. Lash handed her the jeans, which she put on.
He climbed on the bike, and she straddled the bike behind him. Lash handed her a helmet again, and she held on tighter than ever before. The drive back to his place was far more liberating than the drive to the club. She felt freer in mind and in spirit as they raced for home. She loved the feeling of the fresh air even in the darkness. Angel squealed and giggled. She felt Lash do the same.
When they pulled up into his driveway, she was turned on and ready for whatever Lash had to offer. The jeans and helmet were removed the instant she stepped off the bike.
Like all the other times before, he took control. Grabbing her hand he opened and locked his front door behind them. He didn’t wait around to turn on lights but went straight upstairs to the bedroom.
Once inside Angel gasped as Lash sank a hand into her hair and his other hand curved around her waist. He brought her close, pressing his lips to hers. Closing her eyes, she opened her lips to receive his passionate kisses. His tongue traced her lips before plunging inside. There was no stopping his touch. The hand in her hair tightened to a fist pulling on strands of her hair. She gasped from the slight pain but didn’t pull away from him.
His other hand moved from her hip to the jacket. He tore the jacket from her body and broke the kiss to finish his work. Lash pushed the hair off her face, staring into her eyes.
“So f**king beautiful,” he said, possessing her mouth once again.
She didn’t argue with him and kissed him back with the same passion he’d built up inside her. There was no mistaking the need he’d built up inside her over the past week alone. His touch set a fire, and she needed for him to finally put the fire out.
Running her hands up his thick arms, Angel moaned, loving the feel of his rippling muscles beneath her touch.
“I’m so hard for you.” He trailed kisses down her jaw ‘til he sucked in the flesh of her neck. Goose-bumps erupted all over her body from his touch. His hands held her steady while he sucked the hell out of her neck, marking her. There was no way she wouldn’t be marked from his touch.
“I need you so bad.” Lash pulled away once again. His fingers found the hem of her shirt, and he tugged it over her head. With quick movements he dispensed of her bra. His hands soon replaced her bra, cupping her in his palms. “Love your big tits. I have to taste.”
Angel couldn’t speak as Lash spoke and touched. He was the one in control, not her. His mouth was on her br**sts, kissing, sucking, and biting down on her ni**les. She watched him play with her like a musician did an instrument.
“So full and mine.” Lash stepped back and tugged his shirt off. She grabbed the laces of his leather pants and helped him get rid of them from his body. They were both chuckling and rushing in their haste to get naked.
Within minutes they crashed to the bed totally na**d and ready for each other. Lash knelt up, and Angel followed his movements, kneeling close to him. “We’re finally here,” he said, wrapping her hair around his arm.
“We are.” Her voice sounded croaky even to her.
Lash reached out with his free hand and stroked her cheek. His c**k pressed into her stomach. The thick brand of his c**k was rock hard. Only hours ago she’d felt him explode inside her mouth. Licking her lips she gazed down at the hard shaft wondering what it would feel like to have that monster penetrating her pu**y.
“I need you so bad.”
“Take me, Lash. I’m here, and I’m all yours.” She stared at his lips needing him to make the first move.
I’m going to have sex.
I’m going to have sex, and I’m terrified, excited, and I want him to take me already.
Lash leaned in and nipped at her lips, playfully. She followed his lead, smiling as he rubbed her nose with his. Angel ran her hands all over his tattooed body. His muscles were hard, tight, and totally hot. She didn’t know how she’d gotten so lucky to have such a sexy man holding her.
With his free hand he stroked a path down her body setting a fire with his touch. Down her side, across her hip and between her thighs where he cupped her with his palm.
“Baby, you’re so wet for me.” She became aware of her bare pu**y. He hadn’t even touched her properly, and he felt her wetness.
He smiled at her. “The lips of your pu**y are soaking, baby. This is why I wanted you bare. It’s easy to feel your response. I love your cream.” To prove his point he pressed his finger into his mouth, sucking her juices from the digit.