It's nothing but a normal Tuesday night. A little rainy, I will admit, but still nothing out of the norm. I'm sitting on my bed with my favorite blanket dropped over my shoulders and a good-ass book in my hands. The lamp on my nightstand serves as a light source because I am a part of the anti-big light club.
The window was left cracked open so that I could hear the soft trickle of the rain. When I hear it slide open from the outside I already know who it is without even looking.
"How was it?" I ask without fully looking away from my book.
"Calm today"
He clicks a few buttons on his watch and the hologram of his suit turns into something more casual. No matter what shirt he wears they always seem too small, tighter around his chest and arms. Today is no different, with his black tee and gray sweatpants. The bed sinks down as he sits by my feet. He begins to speak again when I raise my brow at him expectantly.
"I contained a few anomalies, only 1 guy really gave us a problem but we handled it"
He groans and lays back looking up at the ceiling. His talons run through his hair and despite what he's telling me the stress on his face is painfully obvious. I put my book away next to me and move down next to him on the bed.
"What's wrong?" I ask, looking down at him.
His eyes stay fixed on a spot on the ceiling, "Nothing", he mumbles.
I tilt my head down toward him and ask again.
"Miguel what's wrong"
No reply
"Miguel-"
"We almost lost a guy"
It falls silent for a few moments. His eyes close for a beat before he looks over to me. His deep brown eyes torn between anger and regret.
"I made a careless decision and someone almost died"
He slowly looks back up at the ceiling, completely spacing off. I lay my hand on the side of his cheek and guide his gaze back over to me.
"But you didn't, you said almost so you saved him right?"
"Yeah but I screwed up a Canon event"
"You can't save them all lovely" I coo
"I can surely f*cking try" he retorts.
The veins in his neck bulge slightly as he speaks. I can see him physically restraining himself from yelling and throwing everything around the room. I slowly drag my thumb across his bottom lip as I look down at him.
"Breathe for me darling" I whisper.
He leans into the touch and closes his eyes. Slowly he breathes. His hands clasp over mine and he kisses the top of my knuckles.
"Lovely I want you to lay back for me okay"
He nods his head and just like that, I knew his mind was gone.
With his back against the headboard I crawl to sit in front of him. Slowly I drag my fingers down his chest to the waistband of his pants. His hand goes up to his watch but I grab it.
"No let me do this"
He shutters and his hands return to his sides. Going back to my ministrations I slowly tug them down until they are by his ankles. The tint in his boxers is actively growing. I place my hand on top of it and he instantly stiffens at the contact.
"Angel" he grits as his hips press up to my hand.
"Patience"
I slowly palm him, rocking my palm against his bulge as his breath quickens and his eyes press closed. Knowing full well that he could easily change the roles but choosing not to makes this all the more fun. His talons dig into the mattress as he grips the sheets on either side of him. Once I've decided that he's had enough I move to pull his boxers down and throw them, along with his pants, on the ground.
His co*ck springs out with beads of precum dripping from his head. He looks now at me with the prettiest begging eyes. "Angel" he murmurs. The way he purrs that little pet name he gave me puts a smile on my face.
As I wrap my hand around his shaft he sucks in a hard breath. I stroke him at a slow agonizing pace and he rocks beneath me. My thumb rubs his tip and I can see his leg stiffen beside me.
"Come on Mami"
"Begging now are we" I tease as I pick up my pace. He tilts his head back and I can see his fangs start to extend. His hips buck up into my hand as he starts to let soft pants leave his lips.
"Maybe" he groans.
With my free hand I grip his chin and crash my lips onto his. His fangs graze by bottom lip, he trembles while struggling to stop himself from just gnawing on them. For only a moment we fight for dominance. I pick up my pace and he lets out a soft moan into my mouth. I take this opportunity to tilt his head back and deepen this kiss.
His lips grow slack as he moans into my mouth. One of his hands grip my thigh in an effort to stabilize himself. No doubt in my mind that there will be bruises later. That's just how he likes it though.
"Hold on now you gotta be good for me Miguel"
He co*ck twitches in my hand and his hips tremble. I finally break the kiss and he's a panting mess. His hips press up against my hand faster so I pick up my speed to match his.
"So good for me lovely" I whisper
But just when I feel the muscles in his leg start to twitch I pull my hand back. He groans again, this time out of frustration though, gripping my hips and pulling me on top of him. He grids my hips on to him using the fabric of my shorts to give him any sort of friction. His head goes down to rest on my shoulder. One hand on my thigh and the other on my waist guiding the movements.
I pull my shirt up and over my head letting it hit the floor somewhere behind me in the room. Just about instantly his hands go up and grasp my breast. His thumbs run over my nipple and his mouth latches on to them not long after. I thread my hands into his thick brown hair then tug his head back. He winces but as I look down at him he has the stupidest f*cking grin on his face and his eyes are glazed over.
He rips my shorts like it's nothing, throwing the pieces on the opposite side of the room. "I'll buy you new ones" he whispers into my ear.
He takes his thumb and goes to work at my already sensitive bud. Slow and torturous circular movements, his speed cutting in half whenever I whine at a certain pitch. f*ck does he know what he's doing. I let my head fall into the crook of his neck and just as I do he slides two of his fingers into me. Digit by agonizing digit stretching me until he's almost knuckles deep. Suddenly he pulls them away before plunging right back inside making me cry out in pleasure.
"Oh my god"
"Angel dont bring him into this”' He whispers against my neck. "Nothing holy about what i'm gonna do to you"
He pumps his finger inside of my heat, curling them at the perfect angle.
"You tease and taunt me all day" He wraps his free hand around my waist and leans us back until I'm laying down in front of him. "I've been nothing but a generous lover to you too" He doubles down in his speed making my back arch up to him. "Maybe I've been too much of a kind one though". I grip his shoulders as my org*sm threatens to tip over, just as my mind goes blank he pulls his fingers out of me.
"Mig-" before I can finish my protest he takes the same fingers and sticks them in my mouth leaving me momentarily speechless. He pushes my head back into the mattress while aligning himself with my core.
"Now can I trust you to keep your hands to yourself?" He asks
I grin and shake my head no. With his other hand he moves it from my waist to my wrist. With them lifted above my head he webs them in place. He takes his fingers out of my mouth and wraps around his co*ck. Teasing my entrance with his tip for a while before he pushes into me. He groans and starts immediately with a torturous pace. With each thrust I'm seeing stars. My mouth lays agape and my eyes roll back into my head.
"I love seeing you like this", he drags his hand up my stomach "All thoughtless and pretty" he groans, punctuating his words with extra hard thrusts. He traces the stretch marks on my stomach with his thumbs. "Your a work if f*cking art"
He moves both of his hands to my hip, pulling me and lifting me up to hit an even more sensitive position. I mumble incoherent words while gripping for anything I can with my tied up wrist above my head. With one swipe he frees them and I claw at his back. My moans and screams quickly turn into whines and pants.
He bends down and bites along my earlobe.
"Say my name" He whispers
"Mi-" I'm cut off by my own moan
"My name" his thumb goes down to massage my swollen cl*t.
"Miguel" I just about scream
"Again"
"Miguel" I repeat, chanting his name like a mantra as I reach my org*sm. He groans into my ear as he finds him soon after. I lay here with him still inside of me as we come down from our high.
He strokes the side of my face gently as he looks down at me. "I don't deserve you Angel" he whispers as he slowly pulls himself out of me. With both arms, he wraps around me leaving no room for complaints. He pulls the blanket up over us and after about 10 minutes we are both asleep.
Damn it, I didn't get to finish my f*cking book.
-Heav
