Page 23 of The Black Rider
“What other totally normal things do the Horsemen of the Apocalypse do?”
“Chat with pretty girls online.”
“Are you flirting with me covered in guts?”
“Well, I’m not as good at it as Leif, but I’m trying.”
I looked at Aeron. His face was finally clean, and he had this pained look on his face like everything had changed between us now that I’d met Leif and spent all day with him. I thought we came as a set before. Did I pay more attention to Leif before I went missing?
“Can you tell me what our thing was before I went missing? I remember Leif and I spoke on the phone about books. I know we would have had something like that.”
“I might be good at killing things, but I’ve always appreciated the beauty in the art humans have created. I’d make it a point to see it when I got called to Earth. I have my favorites over the centuries. We talked about your art and other artists.”
I so didn’t take Aeron for talking art with me, but a brief memory got jogged loose. Big, gruff Aeron was pretty passionate about art and made it a point to study it. He even taught me a few things. Aeron exposed me to artists I’d never heard of and really broadened my horizons artistically.
I grinned at him.I remembered.
“You couldn’t pick your favorite art period. It was a combination of Rococo and German Expressionism.”
“And you loved every single time period equally except Cubism. You never did like the Cubists.”
Aeron rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, and all the stink had washed down the drain. Water was dripping down his hard chest, and this angel had a fucking eight pack. His gray eyes got that silvery glow to them again, and he looked a little dangerous. He looked like he wanted to eat me. He turned off his shower and came to stand under my spray.
Aeron pressed forward until my back was against the wall, and his chest was pressed against mine. He trapped me between his arms against the wall.
“I don’t want to talk about art right now, Ariel.”
I could feel his erection pressing against my stomach, and my mouth went dry. Were we finally going to do this after all that tension on the road? Everything was about to come to a head in that tent, and then those gang members showed up.
I stuck my hand between us and wrapped it around his massive cock. I started slowly stroking it.
“I don’t want to talk about art either, Aeron.”
Aeron’s eyes were now pure silver. He let out a little growl and crushed his lips down on mine. I felt him run his tongue along the seam of my lips and parted them. I could honestly say no one had ever kissed me that way in my entire life. Aeron set this fire burning inside me, and it was like it was consuming me.
I groaned and tangled my hands in his hair. I pulled it when he moved down and started leaving love bites on my neck. I had no idea what he was doing when he removed my hand from his cock.
“What are you doing?” I gasped when he bit my ear.
“Enjoying this. Our first time won’t be a shower quickie. The acoustics in here are great. The entire building will hear you screaming my name and wondering when we will stop.”
If any other guy had said that to me, I would have kicked them out my bed because it would probably end up a four-minute fuck where I got sweated all over, and he got clingy afterward. I just had this feeling Aeron could not only deliver on that, but he was also probably going to have to carry me back to Leif’s apartment because like I could keep up with an angel when it came to sex.
Instead, I just threw my head back and went with it when Aeron focused all his attention on my breasts. His hand slid down my wet stomach and started making slow circles on my clit. I was slowly turning into a pool of jelly, and Aeron and the shower wall were the only things keeping me on my feet.
Aeron kissed his way down my stomach and then got on his knees in front of me. He hooked my knee over his shoulder and buried his face in my pussy. I felt his tongue dart inside me, and all I could do was scream profanities. Aeron was an intense person, and he ate pussy the same way. All I could do was grab his hair and hold on for dear life.
Angels must have super stamina because Aeron’s tongue never slowed down, and he never pulled back to work his jaw and bitch about how tired he was. No, he kept up his furious assault on my clit, and I saw stars.
Aeron might be able to keep this up for hours, but my body couldn’t handle it. I came so hard I thought I would pass out. Aeron held me up while my entire body shook with pleasure. I might not remember much, but I just knew no one had ever made me come like that before, and I never did that solo either. I found my toy drawer at my apartment, and I had a pretty wide assortment of things to play with when I didn’t feel like dealing with a man.
I felt like all of my bones had liquified. Aeron stood up and held me to his chest. He kissed the tip of my nose. Aeron gave me this devious grin.
“You aren’t tired, are you, Speedy? I’ve only just gotten started.”
I was getting this feeling angel sex could kill a Nephilim, but if humans could deal with it and go on to give birth to Nephilim, then technically, I should be able to handle whatever Aeron threw at me.
I bit his neck.
