Convincing Her Page 8
Letting out a long breath, he gripped the sheets tighter, “I’m all yours. Anything you want.”
Her brows furrowed for a moment and her cheeks reddened, “I might not be any good at this.”
“I’ll show you what I like. Suck me.” He demanded as he lost the tight reign of control he’d been trying so hard to maintain. He wanted, needed, her mouth on him.
She moved, slipping between his thighs and grasping him in her hand, “Promise to tell me if I do anything wrong?”
“You won’t.” He breathed, arching into her hand. “I need it, please.”
A look of determination crossed her features and he almost laughed at the serious look of concentration on her face. As she lowered her head he tensed, all humor gone. She ran her tongue up the entire underside of his length, twirling it around the tip before licking her way back down, moistening his entire shaft before taking the swollen head into her mouth, sucking gently. The warm, wet heat made his toes curl, and he used the last bit of control he had to remain still instead of surging into her hot mouth in one long thrust.
Working him with her hand she adjusted her angle, taking him inside until her lips met her fist, her tongue flat against him as she opened wider to accommodate his size. When she finally began to move, he could no longer remain passive, lifting his hips to meet her mouth with each downward thrust. Releasing the sheets, he snaked his fingers into her hair, guiding her movements. She moaned around him and his balls tightened against his body. Fucking up into her mouth, he gripped her hair tighter, incoherent moans and curses coming from his lips.
She pumped him harder with her hand before surging down, trying to take more of him. He felt her gag and released her hair as his body stilled, waiting for her to recover. “Only take as much as you can baby. You’re making me feel so fucking good.”
Her lips wrapped around the head and she sucked hard before releasing him with a loud pop, “I like you pulling my hair.” She gasped before taking him back in her mouth, bobbing her head with renewed vigor.
“Oh yeah, that’s it Angel.” Tugging at her hair, he guided her up and down, fucking her face while still being careful not to choke her. Knowing he wouldn’t last much longer if she continued, he panted his order, “Stop before I come.”
“What if I want you to come?” She mumbled before redoubling her efforts, cupping his balls in one hand while she stroked him expertly with the other, taking him deeper than she had before.
“Need to fuck you. Want to be inside.” He ground out as he pulled her off his straining length. Flipping her onto her back, he kissed her swollen lips before leaning forward and reaching into his bedside drawer, grabbing a condom. He stilled, realizing this was always where things had gone wrong before. He couldn’t fuck up this time. “Are you ready for me?”
Slipping her hand between her legs, she gasped, “Yeah, I’d say so.”
Tugging her hand away he observed her glistening lips. She was completely drenched, her inner thighs wet with her arousal, “Fuck baby, you’re soaked.” He ached to sink inside her warmth, to feel her around him.
“That’s from me sucking you Rich, look at how turned on it made me.” Even Angie sounded surprised at the revelation.
He groaned and lowered himself onto her, “You’re made for me. You know that right?”
“Condom, now, I’ve waited long enough.” She opened her thighs wider, “Please.”
After he was ready, he rubbed his rigid length against her slit, using her wetness to lube himself up. Shifting to get the right angle, he placed himself against her entrance, “Watch me, watch us.” He motioned for her to sit up, pulling the pillow behind her as she braced herself on her elbows. Inching inside, he took his time, barely slipping in before withdrawing, going further on his next slow thrust. He couldn’t take his eyes away from their joined bodies, “Feels so good.” He slid home with no resistance this time, just slick heat. Despite his bodies urging he paused to let her body adjust to the invasion. She flexed around him, gripping him tighter and he bucked, unable to hold back.
With steady deep thrusts he took her, his fantasy coming to life, only better. Using his thumb, he rubbed slow circles on her clit in rhythm with his movements, delighted at her gasps each time he bottomed out inside her tight sheath. Her eyes began to close, her mouth parted invitingly. “Stay with me Angel, right here with me. Open your eyes.” He smiled as her lids lifted, “That’s right, keep them open. Watch me claim you.”
Increasing the intensity of his thrusts and the movement of his thumb, he slammed into her forcefully, keeping a slow pace. “I’ve dreamed of this.” He murmured, pulling all the way out before sliding balls-deep inside her. “I don’t ever want to stop.” Moving faster now, enjoying the sounds of their bodies as they met time and again, he watched her face, gauging her arousal level. When she bit her lip and began to moan he stopped, slipping almost all the way out. He could feel her inner walls grip him, trying to prevent his withdrawal.
“What the hell Rich? Don’t stop.” She let out a pained moan, her hips lifting, seeking more contact.
“It’s all right. Trust me baby. It’ll be worth the wait, I promise.” He moved again, sinking deeper inside of her, faster now. She moved with him, meeting him thrust for thrust, murmuring her pleas for more. Again, and then once more, he brought her to the brink of her climax before stilling his movements.
“I need it. I need you Rich. Please, please fuck me.” Her breathing was erratic now, a thin sheen of sweat covering her entire body. Lifting her hips she begged him, “Make me come.”
Gritting his teeth, he pummeled into her relentlessly, not letting up this time. Moving a hand to her breast, he tweaked her nipple as he applied firm pressure to her clit, “Come on my dick. Right now Angie, do it now.”
A strangled cry escaped her lips as she rocked against him, her pussy pulsing around his cock. He smothered the sound with his mouth, thrusting his tongue against hers in time with his movements. As the contractions subsided he let himself go, burying himself deep inside as he rutted against her, grunting his pleasure as he exploded, filling the condom.
It took him several minutes to catch his breath, but finally he slipped out of her and disposed of the rubber in the waste basket, pulling her close as he eased back onto the bed. “That was perfect.” He kissed her damp hair, sweaty from the exertion.
“Perfect.” She agreed, sliding her thigh over his, “Sleep now?”
He chuckled, “Yeah, sleep now Angel.”
Chapter Eight
Rich woke up with Angie still curled around him. He took his time observing every detail of her face, her hair sprawled out on the pillow, her lips parted as she inhaled and exhaled steadily. Unlike the few times he’d previously woken up panicked after crashing at a girls place, he was completely calm. He wanted her right here, right next to him always.
Her stomach growled and he shifted, smiling as he stroked the side of her face. Her eyes peeked open and for a moment she seemed disoriented, then she returned his smile and stretched, covering her mouth as she yawned, “Sorry, morning breath. Is it morning?” She asked as she placed her head on his chest.
“It’s a little after nine. I think I’ve slept more in two days than I did all semester.” Stroking the soft curve of her shoulder he let out a contented sigh, “Want to go see what we can scrounge up for breakfast?”
Running her fingers through her hair she winced as her fingers tangled in the mess, “I really need a shower.”
“If I promise to help you get clean and not dirty, can I join you?” He’d never get enough of her body, even now his cock lengthened at the thought of soaping her up, but he also knew she was probably a little sore and he wanted to make sure she knew this was about more than sex.
She considered his request for a moment before narrowing her eyes at him, “No funny business mister, I can’t come downstairs walking all funny.” She sat up, rubbing her eyes. “I need to go grab some stuff out of my room.”
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sp; He shifted off the bed and grabbed a shirt out of his bag, tossing it to her, “Okay.” He was tempted to ask her to bring her things to his room but he thought better of it.
Walking to the bathroom he gave her a pat on the ass as she hurried past him to her room. He emptied his bladder quickly before brushing his teeth then adjusted the water and stepped in. She joined him moments later and they made quick work of it, each soaping up the other before taking turns under the spray. He gave her some privacy after she ran her hands over her calves and wrinkled her nose, saying she needed to shave.
He dressed quickly in his room, checking his phone for any messages. His mom had sent him a text, asking if everything was going okay. He shot a quick reply back to her, still amazed that the woman was texting. Angie entered the room fully dressed, her hair still wet. He much preferred her naked, but she looked adorable, her skin still pink from the heat of the shower.
“So hungry, need food.” She mumbled, stepping closer to him, “I think I’m going to see if Tracy wants to work out with me today. She mentioned wanting to keep up on her routine.”
“You work out?” He wrapped his arms around her, inhaling her scent.
She pinched his back, “Of course. The way I eat? If I didn’t exercise I’d be three hundred pounds.”
He laughed at that, “I thought you were just one of those lucky girls that had a fast metabolism.”
She let out a little growl, “I hate those girls. Not fair!”
They made their way down the stairs, surprised to find everyone already in the kitchen. Pete was removing some eggs and bacon from the fridge and he gave Rich a quick smile, “Morning.”
“You’re already done? Damn, I bet ten bucks we wouldn’t see you for another few days.” Tracy let out a loud laugh, “When Pete and I first hooked up we didn’t leave my apartment for a week.”
Angie blushed but didn’t seem too bothered by the comment. “Need some help?” She squeezed his hand before releasing him to make a beeline for the coffee pot.
“I got it, thanks.” He turned to Rich, “Mom text you?”
He chuckled, “Yeah, crazy right? The woman hates technology.”
Angie took a seat next to Tracy at the small table, “Want to teach me your routine today?”
Tracy squealed, “Yes, I try to make it fun. I actually hate working out, that’s why I decided to try for the aerobics instructor position when there was an opening at the gym. I get paid to do something I’d have to do anyway. We’re going to need it from the looks of it. Pete’s trying to give us a heart attack.” She motioned to the four packages of bacon sitting on the counter.
“One package is for me, you can all fight over the rest of it. I told you Tracy, I’m taking a week off from the diet you prepared for me. I plan to stock up.” Pete rubbed his stomach as he spoke, “So it’s going to be pretty warm today, you want to try the jet skis?”
“Hell yeah,” Rich accepted the coffee Angie offered him, mouthing thank you. “Hey, since you guys helped out around here with the cleaning and the computer stuff, why don’t you take the first shot at it?” He offered to Trevor and Charlie. He’d been thinking of a way to show he appreciated what they’d done. He certainly hadn’t wanted to clean up or deal with hooking up the router.
“Sweet, I want the red one.” Charlie perked up, downing the rest of his Red Bull.
Trevor gave Rich a nod and grinned, “Sounds good to me. Thanks man.”
Pete turned out to be pretty handy at the stove, eating as he cooked and still making a plate after he’d served everyone else. As promised, he downed about fourteen slices of bacon, eyeing Tracy with every bite.
“The eggs were damn good brother, how did you make them so fluffy?” Rich mumbled around a mouthful.
“Fuck if I know, I just add a little cream and beat the hell out of them.” Downing his orange juice, he tipped his head at Tracy. “Do you want to come with us?”
“We’ll find you later.” She finished her eggs and stood, cleaning her plate at the sink, “Rich is right, those were really good.”
Pete grabbed some bacon from the pan and waved it in her face, “Are you sure you don’t want some? It’s so good. You’ll love it.”
Letting out a little yelp she backed up, laughing, “Keep that away from me. I’m getting heart disease just looking at it.”
Angie plucked the bacon from his fingers, “I’ll take it.” She shoved it in her mouth and moaned. “You’re a stronger woman than I Tracy.”
“C’mon, I’ll help you work it off.” Tracy grabbed Angie’s hand, pulling her into the front room, “Will you move the couch please?”
After helping Pete move the couch, he gave Angie a quick kiss, raising his eyebrows in question. He didn’t want her to feel like he was abandoning her, especially after last night. She gave him a quick nod, assuring him she was good. He kissed her again, “Call if you need anything.” He ran upstairs and changed into some swim trunks before heading out.
After getting the jet skis to the water Charlie and Trevor familiarized themselves a bit before speeding off, complaining that the water was still freezing. Rich flopped back in the lounge chair next to Pete. “It’s cool I let them go first right?”
He gave a nod, “Yeah that was cool of you.”
“So what have you been up to? It’s been too damn long since we actually just hung out.” Rich slipped of his shoes, getting comfortable.
Pete gave a little laugh, shrugging his shoulders, “We haven’t hung out since we were kids. I’ve just been going to school, working out like crazy. What about you?”
“Same man, I’ve been working at a machine shop. It’s pretty cool, it doesn’t pay much since I’m not an operator, but it gives me some extra cash without having to ask mom and dad.” He’d been shooting hoops at the gym with a group of guys for a few weeks when Troy asked him if he wanted a job. He hadn’t even had to fill out an application.
“That’s good, sometimes I feel bad about taking their money, but then I say fuck it. I deserve it.”
Rich raised his brows, surprised at his brother’s change in tone, “Not saying you don’t, but what do you mean?”
Pete let out an angry little huff, “They never did shit with us as kids. Even when we were here, mom would just sit around and read, and dad would putt around in the garage, acting like he was fixing up his boat. The old man was probably just jerking off.”
Rich hadn’t realized their parent’s standoffish demeanors had affected Pete so much. If he was being honest with himself, it had gotten to him too. “They’re trying now though right? Dad let you pick your major without giving you too much shit didn’t he?”
“Mom’s trying. Dad’s trying with her, I guess.” He ran a hand through his thick blond hair, “He didn’t let me doing anything. I told him what I was going to do and that if he didn’t support it I’d find my own way. I meant it to.”
Rich was silent for a while, observing Pete closely, “I’m sure you would have. It’s good you stood up for what you wanted. I’m proud of you.”
His brothers piercing blue eyes met his, “You realize that’s the first time you’ve ever said that?”
It didn’t take much consideration to know his brother was right, “I’m sorry about that.”
“Are you? Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad we’re getting this chance to hang out. But you were always a dick to me man, just because you didn’t understand me.”
Rich leaned forward, “Don’t say always. When we were kids we were close.” He clenched his fists, “You’re right though, I didn’t understand you. You were so damn quiet, and I sort of felt like you looked down on me. You’ve always been so fucking smart.”
“You really like Angie don’t you?” Pete broke their stare as he stood, picking up a rock and throwing it into the lake.
“Yeah, more than I’ve ever liked any girl before.” It was true. There was no reason to pretend otherwise.
“I can tell. You want to know how?” He didn’t wait for a
n answer, “You haven’t pulled one of your spit or swallow jokes on her, you don’t talk about what you guys were doing up in that room all day and night yesterday, and you actually blushed when you realized we knew you’d gotten freaky with her in the front room.”
Rich sighed, “Was I really that bad with the other girls?”
“Yeah, you were. It was really hard to watch. The way they just kept going after you, it made me hate women for a while.” Pete sat back down, “I get it now. I mean, if I’d had girls throwing themselves at me all through school I probably would have been a pompous ass too, but I’m just now experiencing the things you did when you were only fifteen.”
“You’re certainly handling it a lot better than I did. Don’t you think it was weird for me too? I didn’t get it then, and I don’t get it now. The fact that Angie’s even giving me the time of day is a miracle.” As he spoke the words, he knew they were true. He was the luckiest bastard on earth.
“Do you ever wonder why you went through women like I went through socks?”
Rich blanched, unsure how to answer that one.
“You were seeking female attention. Mom never hugged us, ever. Not even after I almost died right here in this lake. She tapped the top of my hand and told me to be more careful.”
Pete had obviously given this a lot of thought. “You’re really pissed at her aren’t you?”
“Sometimes, I don’t know anymore. Tracy’s helped a lot. Even that was hard. I’d only been with a couple other girls before her. I had no idea how to act around a woman. I’d never seen dad do anything special for mom. I had to read fucking relationship books for god’s sakes.” He finally laughed, standing again. “Look, I’m sorry for unloading on you like this, but we haven’t really talked in years.”
“I can’t take back anything I did, or didn’t do, but we can try to make the best of this trip. I’d like it if we hung out more. Maybe got together for holidays or something.” Rich felt like total shit, but he’d learned from this short time with Angie that if something really mattered, it was worth pursuing.