Viper (Fallen Angel #2)(8)
As Viper threw my shorts off the side of the bed, I peeled my shirt off and sent it flying too, and not a second later, he was back. His large hands were planted on either side of my hips, his powerful body hovering over me, as he dragged his tongue from the root of my cock to the tip. Of their own accord, my hands went to his hair, needing something to anchor myself to reality, and as I twisted my fingers through the dark strands, Viper glanced up my body.
“Whatcha want, Angel?”
I knew exactly what I wanted. But since words were a little difficult to think of right now, I tugged on the hair in my hands instead, and a grin that rivaled the devil’s crossed Viper’s lips.
With the stealth and grace of a true predator, Viper moved up the bed over me, and when he lowered his body, I automatically parted my legs.
Oh Jesus. That feels unreal. The rough feel of denim against my aching erection, and Viper’s naked chest against mine? It was all too much, and had a needy moan slipping free of my throat. Viper rested his forearms on the pillow by my head, and as he rocked his hips in a slow, methodical rhythm, he brushed his lips over the top of mine.
“Fuck,” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck, and Viper kissed the corner of my mouth, down along my jaw, and then he was licking a path up my neck. “Viper…”
“Gonna drive you crazy,” he whispered by my ear, and my entire body shuddered at his words. They could’ve been a threat or a promise…hell, maybe both with the way he’d been acting today. But when Viper brought his mouth back to mine and sucked my lower lip between his, I didn’t care.
I planted my feet on the mattress and curved my body up into his, rubbing my throbbing cock against him, and as I trailed a hand down the side of Viper’s face, I marveled at the rough feel of his stubble under my fingertips.
It was so different from all of my past sexual partners that it probably should’ve alarmed me in some way or another. But when a throaty growl of pleasure hit my ears, all I could think about was how insanely hot I found it.
“Kiss me,” I said, trying to capture Viper’s teasing lips. But instead of taking my mouth with his, Viper put his hands on the pillow and raised himself off me until he was straddled on his knees over my waist.
“Oh, I plan to kiss you, Angel. I’m gonna kiss every single inch of you.”
Fuck. Me.
I couldn’t remember anyone ever looking at me the way Viper was looking at me right then. It was as though I was the sole focus of his entire world, and when I scraped my teeth over my lip and his eyes darkened, that look intensified.
Viper was looking at me as though I was his every sexual fantasy laid out for him to do whatever he wanted with, and he wasn’t wrong. I was so far gone that I was ready to do anything he asked of me.
Once he’d looked his fill, Viper shifted back down to the bed, pressing a kiss to my Adam’s apple and then making his way to the hollow at the base of my throat. As he flicked his tongue over the spot, a groan left me, and I reached for his hair.
A low sound of pleasure left the lips on my skin, as Viper then kissed his way down to one nipple, where he bit, sucked, and played with the sensitive nub, and I had to slam my eyes shut. He was destroying me, one kiss at a time, and the scary part about it was…I wanted him to keep going.
As if he knew what I was thinking, Viper continued with his sensual assault. His lips grazed down over my ribs, a warm caress that had me writhing underneath him, and as Viper moved farther down the bed until his body was between my legs and his tongue was following the V of my pelvis, I forced my eyes open. I didn’t want to miss whatever was about to come next.
Viper turned his head and nipped at the inside of my thigh, and when I pushed my hips up against him, he ran a hand along the outside of the same leg and hooked his fingers under my knee, raising my leg to drape it over his shoulder.
I sucked in a sharp breath, my mind whirling at the possibilities. Viper then aimed those black eyes my way and touched my other leg, and I didn’t need any further instructions. I shifted so I could hook my leg over his shoulder, and when I looked down my body and saw how open and vulnerable that made me in the face of Viper, a tremble racked my body.
“This,” Viper said, his lips mere inches from my most sensitive skin. “This is what I was thinking about all through dinner, all through our studio session today. It’s what I’ve been thinking about since I woke up this morning, and now? Now I’m going to have it.”
“Oh God.” I groaned, and considering Viper hadn’t moved, had barely even touched me yet, I had a feeling this wasn’t going to take long.
I could feel every pulse in my cock as Viper teased me with his words, his eyes, and his mouth, which was hovering precariously close to my balls, and it was taking every ounce of control I had not to come. Then Viper lowered his head and dragged his tongue over the hot skin there. A tortured groan ripped from my throat and my hips jacked up, and before I could form any words, Viper was sucking one of my balls between his lips.
Shit shit shit. How did he expect me to last through this? I had no idea. But as I shoved my hips closer to his mouth, Viper let out the sexiest fucking sound I’d ever heard in my life, grabbed a hold of each of my ass cheeks, and pulled my body even closer to his tormenting mouth. He dragged his tongue up, down, and all around my dick, and when he finally seemed to clue in that I was going out of my mind, Viper tongued the slit, licking up the pre-cum that had coated the head of my cock.