10. Carter

Chapter ten

Carter

T hroughout the day, I observed her flirting with that jerk who questioned if I was her uncle. I came to this place because of her. Seeing her was all I wanted. If I couldn't read her like a book, I might have thought she wasn't interested, but that wasn't the case. My presence makes her feel intimidated. I realised I had to be the one to make the first move, but as I approached the bar, I saw that skinny guy with her in his arms. Rage and jealousy swarmed me. It made me want to bend her over the bar and show everyone who she belongs to.

I wanted to ask her about her Christmas and what she had planned after the pub closed tonight, but seeing her with him made me reconsider. She could dance around with him, but she couldn't even socialise over a drink with her ex-English teacher. So here I am, making her. The taste of the JD I licked from her neck lingers on my tongue. My dick throbs from finally getting this close to her, tasting her, although it’s not really how I want to be tasting her.

“Mr Hayes,” she moans. The way she addresses me as Mr Hayes makes me intensely fucking hard. I had dreams of her moaning ‘Mr Hayes’, but my dreams were no match to the way it sounds. I now crave hearing it over and over.

“Angel, I need you,” I whisper into her ear. I’m not holding it back anymore; she has to know how much I crave her. Spinning her around, I place the now empty glass on the table. “I need you now.” I don’t even give her a second to react. I grasp her cheeks and press my lips to hers. She responds by raking her fingers through my hair, tugging so hard that my eyes water. Our tongues intertwine as she moans and presses herself against me, causing me to grip her arse cheeks and squeeze them.

“Angel,” I growl against her lips as she continues to rub against me, making me feel like I'm about to explode.

She pulls away, looking up at me with hooded eyes that are irresistibly sexy. “Mr Hayes,” she moans.

“Where’s your room?” I refuse to wait any longer. I need Angel O’Sullivan, and I need her now. There's a moment of realisation in her expression as my words sink in.

“I—uh.” Her face and her cheeks flame red, followed by a clear look of fear dancing in her eyes.

“Angel, if you don’t want this, you just have to say,” I assure her.

“No, no. I do. I have wanted this for so long. I swear, Mr Hayes. I just need to get back to work. It’s too busy out there for me to just vanish and leave them short-staffed.” Suddenly, her face falls as if it dawned on her what she’s just said.

“Is this something you've been wanting for a long time?” I playfully tease while playing with the loose strand of hair hanging loose from her ponytail. I didn't think her cheeks could become more flushed, yet they do. She lowers her head, but I gently lift her chin with my finger, noticing her eyes are shut.

“Open your eyes, Angel.” I lower my voice and gently press my lips to her left cheek. “I thought about you more than I’d care to admit” Her body tenses and she inhales sharply. I move and press my lips against her right cheek. “I’ve imagined you on your knees for me.” She gasps, her breaths becoming faster and more uneven. I gently kiss her on the forehead. “I daydreamed about your plump lips on my cock, as you satisfy me.”

A moan escapes her lips and I need to taste her again, so I press my mouth to hers, running my tongue along her lips coaxing her to open for me and when she does, my tongue moves against hers, intertwining as they dance around each other. I can’t get enough of her and now I have her like this, there’s no way I can let her go. Images of her flash through my mind that I conjured through my fantasies. I need her. Breaking our connection, I pull back slightly as her desire stares back at me with her blown wide eyes. “And I thought about you screaming ‘Mr Hayes’ when I bury myself deep in that tight, wet pussy. Now text Mace and tell her you’re not feeling well and have gone to lie down,” I grit out.

Angel nods eagerly and quickly retrieves her phone from her bra. “It was quietening down out there; they will be fine,” I reassure her. As she types, I observe her biting her lip and hesitating. “Where’s your room?” I ask again. When she gestures towards the door, I seize her hand and walk towards it. Without hesitation, she lets me take control and guide us. Angel moves in front of me, ascending the stairs. I observe the way her hips sway and notice the little elf dress riding up and becoming shorter. She opens the door to her flat and we go inside.

“No lock?” I question as I close the door behind me. Her response is a nod.

“We don't bother locking it when we're downstairs,” she explains, heading towards what must be her room. Walking by another door, I swiftly glance inside. Covered in baubles and lights, a colossal pink tree fills their living room. I smirk because Angel must detest it.

“Someone could sneak up here unnoticed. You should keep it locked,” I suggest. Turning towards me, her eyes widen as if she’s been reprimanded by her father, and then she acknowledges with a nod.

“Okay.” Her submission fills me with joy and makes my heart swell. I'm a fan of it. I wonder what else I could ask her to do.

As we step into her room, a small smile appears on my face. It's a simple room, furnished with a king-size bed, desk and wardrobe. Standing by the edge of her bed, she absentmindedly picks at her nails while staring down at the floor. I walk towards her and place my finger under her chin, directing her attention towards me. The moment her green eyes twinkle up at me, the world disappears. I pause to take a deep breath, bothered by the discomfort in my chest. This moment is what I have been waiting for, for so long and I almost thought I would never be here and have this moment with her. It doesn’t feel real.

I gently bring my lips to Angel's and kiss her. I use my tongue to press against her lips, seeking entrance. I don’t rush it; I kiss her slowly, conveying that I’ll go at the pace she wants. I can’t get enough of her. I’m undoubtedly desperate for Angel. Her taste, her smell, her moans. I want it all.

I want Angel to feel as desperate for me as I do for her.

I want her to go crazy with need with every swipe of my tongue the way I do hers.

I don’t think there is a drug out there more intoxicating than Angel O’Sullivan. She’s an addiction I never want to lose and a fix I’ll crave for the rest of my life. I gently move away. A frown mars her face, as if me pulling away makes her unhappy, which only serves to make me smile. Her big, hooded eyes meet mine. “Since when have you wanted this?” I question. Contrary to my expectations, she doesn't hide away.

“Way longer than I should have,” she admits. “I think about you a lot,” she continues. Hearing this sends a surge of pride to my chest.

“How have you thought about me?” I want to know how she thinks about me and when. What does she do? I am eager to learn every detail. Her head tilts down as if she can’t hold eye contact with me, her shyness still clear. “Angel,” I mumble. “Tell me. I told you the things I’ve been thinking about you.” I remind her of what I said downstairs.

“I've had lots of fantasies about you,” she confesses. Her chest moves up and down at a rapid pace as if she's in a heightened state, thinking back to those fantasies as we speak. Her hooded eyes are mirroring exactly how I'm feeling.

“You've had fantasies about me?” I question her. It feels like all the blood is heading south and pooling in my cock, hardening with every second and becoming uncomfortable against my jeans’ zipper. Her mouth opens slightly as if it’s come too much for her to breathe through her nose. She nods, not breaking eye contact, but my favourite cherry-red stain graces her cheeks.

“Show me,” I demand, not taking my eyes off her. Her confidence doesn't waver, but her face creases with a frown.

Her eyebrows furrow and her face scrunches slightly as she asks, “What?” Her eyes anxiously dance between mine, as if she’s anticipating my explanation. Her innocence tempts me to loosen my restraint and bury myself deep inside her while I bend her in fucking half until she screams my name, but I have to go slow. If I lose control, I'll completely ruin her.

“Show me how you fantasise about me.” I force myself to speak, attempting to regain control. With bulging eyes, she opens and closes her mouth multiple times.

“Uh…”

She looks like a deer caught in headlights. Her body trembles visibly as I lightly brush my lips against her ear. “I want to see every movement and hear every moan that leaves those sweet lips when you think of me, Angel.”