11. Angel

Chapter eleven

Angel

H e wants me to show him.

I can’t.

I can barely put together a sentence in front of this guy. How can I show him what I do when thinking about him? His dark eyes lock onto mine, no longer filled with their golden hue. I move my head in a side-to-side motion. I feel so humiliated that I want to cry, but I can't physically do it. My body won’t let me do anything.

“I can’t.” I bow my head, silently pleading that my tears stay hidden. He is aware of my age, but why must I be so inexperienced? My deepest fantasies could become a reality now, but I can't even pleasure myself for him.

“Angel, eyes on me.” His soft voice begins to soothe my inner turmoil. I tilt my head up, avoiding direct eye contact by looking slightly past him. His eyes have a profound effect on me, making me feel incredibly vulnerable.

“Angel, it’s okay. Why don't you share with me what you do, and I'll take care of it.” His voice cracks as he utters the final words. I watch how his chest rapidly expands and his hands tightly clench into fists. Once again, this man leaves me speechless and I can only nod my head. With a gentle hand on my shoulder he pushes me into a seated position on the bed.

“Angel, what do you want me to do first?” His rough voice sends shivers down my spine as I glance up at him.

“Ki-kiss me,” I stutter. I remain unconvinced of the reality of this. Mr Hayes bends over me, guiding me to lay down. Our lips meet instantly in a slow, passionate kiss, our tongues entwining in a captivating dance.

“What now?” He breathes harshly. The physical sensation of his loss of control, as his body trembles over me, boosts my confidence.

“Kiss down my body.”

A slight groan escapes his lips as he kisses his way down my body, starting from my lips and moving to my jawline and neck. Gradually, he moves down my neck, pausing when he reaches my dress, his gaze travelling down my body.

“I need you, naked. Now,” he desperately begs as he yanks my arm out of the dress at an awkward angle, like he can’t wait a moment longer. The realisation of what is happening hits me. Shit.

“Carter, I—”

He momentarily freezes before his hands cradle my face. “What’s my name, Angel?” I only called him Carter to appear more mature, but the truth is, I love calling him Mr Hayes, and he clearly enjoys it as well.

“M—Mr Hayes.”

“Mmm.” He caresses my cheeks with his thumbs. “Don’t call me Carter, Angel.”

“Yes, Mr Hayes.” He inhales deeply, closing his eyes and tilting his head back.

“Such a good girl for me, Angel.” His hand glides down the front of my dress, then in one swift motion, he pulls, and I hear a tear as the dress slips away. The torn fabric lays under me, never to be worn again.

My tights are caught by his hooked fingers and then they’re shredded material laying on the floor. My body heats as I watch his gaze cruise over me, taking in my white lacy bra and thong. I'm not as uncomfortable as I expected being exposed like this. I feel like the perfect picture for him.

“Angel, you have no idea how patiently I've been waiting for this.” His lips graze my collarbone as he showers it with delicate kisses. He glides his fingers along the edge of my bra and swiftly pulls it down in one fluid motion. My boobs bounce free, and he cups them with his large hands, his fingers twisting and flicking my hard nipples, causing my breath to hitch. Squirming on the bed, my back arches.

In a hushed and gravelly voice, he asks, “Angel, do you like when my fingers brush over these perfect nipples?”

“Yes,” I tell him honestly.

“What about if I suck?” He doesn’t wait for my response, as a warm, wet feeling envelopes my nipple as his tongue swirls around it. His teeth graze and bite down slightly; the pain from the sharp sting is dulled by the ache in my core.

“Mr Hayes,” I moan.

“I know, Angel. I know.” His warm breath on my nipples causes me to grasp his hair tightly. It’s all too much; the sensations are taking over my body, and I can’t tell where they start or end. I’ve never felt like this before.

Mr Hayes moves away from my breasts and begins a slow journey down to my belly. He reaches my waist and plants a soft kiss on either side of my hipbones before sliding his fingers into my thong and removing it. My heart beats so loudly that everything else becomes barely audible. I can feel my own wetness between my thighs, but Mr Hayes prevents me from closing my legs by positioning his knee in the space between them. I’m too embarrassed to even look at him, keeping my eyes firmly closed. I know this is normal for me; I’m always wet. It's constant, even when I'm not aroused, but when I do get aroused, it feels like a tap has been turned on.

“Don’t shy away from me, Angel. I want to see this pretty pussy.” Mr Hayes’s fingers creep up my leg, the pulse in my clit is stronger than it ever has been before, and I swear the ache in my core, travels all the way through to my arse. Once his fingers touch the outer lips, he lets out a loud moan.

“Fuck, you’re soaked.” He teasingly runs two fingers between my folds. “Please tell me I taste this sweet cunt in your fantasies, Angel, because if I don’t, just know I’m creating a new one for you right now.” Mr Hayes drops to his knees and wraps his forearms around my waist, pulling me so my arse hangs off the bed. My calves are positioned on his shoulders, his hands firmly grasping my arse. Suspended mid-air, my mind can't catch up before his fast tongue starts flicking over my swollen clit, sending me into a blissful heaven. I can't even comprehend the words coming out of my mouth. I've never experienced a sensation like this before. It gradually intensifies until his tongue enters and exits my opening. There's an unsettling sensation that I just can't shake from the depths of my mind.

He doesn’t know I’m a virgin.

Mr Hayes halts, his tongue no longer inside me and the peak he was taking me to disappears. I want to scream and beg for him to touch me, lick me again, but he conceals his hands behind me as he lets my body descend onto the bed. As my legs slip off his shoulders, the heels of my feet make contact with the bed. I lay there, legs tightly held together, knees pointing up, mesmerised as he removes his shirt. I feel as if the floor will vanish beneath me.

His body is absolute perfection. He has a toned physique, but not to the extreme where he appears obsessed with the gym; just enough to show he takes care of himself. The sight of his broad shoulders and toned arms confirms his commitment to exercise, yet my focus is immediately drawn to the sculpted V in his hips, causing a sudden tightening sensation in my legs. Surprisingly, it ignited a newfound wave of desire in me. I'm surprised by how much hair he has. From his chest, it travels downward along his torso, creating a thick line that disappears beneath his trousers. He is all man, and this is what I want. I don’t want a boy; I want a man. I suddenly feel a dryness in my mouth as I swallow. I need to say something.

“Mr Hayes,” I say, as a smile graces his glistening lips from all my juices, and he leans to the side of the bed and picks something up.

“I completely forgot, but I have something for you.” He produces a small red paper bag. I didn’t even notice he was carrying that. Something is poking out of it, but I'm unsure of what it is. He pulls it out and my face turns into a frown, but then it dawns on me. There's a jumbo candy cane with a red bow wrapped around it.

“I spotted this and thought you'd appreciate it, but now I'm craving it too.” A sly smile emerges as he begins to unwrap it. I look puzzled, trying to understand why he suddenly craves candy cane. My eyes dart back and forth between him and the sugary treat as I try to figure out what's going on. After removing the wrapping, he places it next to me on the bed, and then his fingers playfully travel up my legs and come to rest on my knees. With a slow motion, he moves them away from each other.

“When you think of me, do you rub this sweet nub?” Mr Hayes applies pressure to my clit with his thumb, causing me to moan and throw my head back.

“Or does your finger effortlessly slide into this tight opening?” he asks, as one finger glides into my wet pussy. My body immediately tenses. While I do finger myself, his hands are significantly larger than mine. What if he somehow takes my virginity while fingering me? Can that even happen?

“Answer me, Angel.” I am snapped out of my internal thoughts by his stern voice.

I exhale and manage to say, “Ye-Yes.” One finger enters, followed by the sensation of stretching when he includes a second one.

“Fuck, Angel. You’re tight.” He removes both and then inserts them again. Shit. Shit. His fingers vanish, and moments later, I experience a sensation at my entrance, followed by an overwhelming stretch. Oh, my God. He’s entering me, and I haven’t told him. I’m a virgin. Oh, my God.

“Mr Hayes.” He doesn’t push himself all the way in; instead, he pulls out.

“Have you ever tasted yourself with candy, Angel?” With candy? What is he going on—

He holds the jumbo candy cane to his mouth and licks it. Frowning, I watch as he lowers it again, and then I'm aware of him sliding it into me. My desire intensifies again as he pulls it back out and licks it once more. This has got to be the hottest thing I have ever seen.

“Are you going to show me how well you can take this before you take me?” Mr Hayes pushes it into me a lot deeper this time. I instantly tighten, which makes the candy cane slip in deeper. My arousal is clear by the noise with each gentle thrust.

“Stop, Mr Hayes.” As I exhale, I clutch the bedsheets next to me. I relax by closing my eyes and taking long, calming breaths.

“Angel?” Mr Hayes's voice breaks through with worry, and I sense the candy cane vanishing.

“There's something you should know,” I say with my eyes shut. In a hushed tone, I confess, “I’m a virgin.” There is complete silence. The thought of Mr Hayes looking at me in disgust makes it hard for me to open my eyes. Does he think I intentionally lured him here so I could lose my virginity? Does he believe this is merely a game? Will he view me through the lens of my past as a young high school girl? Is he going to put his shirt back on, stand up, and leave?

I inhale deeply, then open my eyes. Mr Hayes catches me off guard with his intense stare. The expression isn't the disgusted one I had in mind. With his piercing gaze, he searches my face, kindling a passionate fire in the depths of my stomach until his smile extinguishes the flame.