Page 29 of Uncover Me (Men of Inked 4)
She stopped, pulling me back toward her with her hand. “For what?” she asked, tilting her head and staring at me.
I looked into her beautiful, dark eyes. “For coming today. I know they’re a lot to take in.”
“I love them, Thomas. After we talked on the stairs, I let your words sink in. I needed to forget about the past and look to the future. They made me feel welcome, and that’s something I’ve never experienced. For the first time in my life, I felt like part of a family.” She smiled as pools of water collected in the corners of her eyes.
“They loved you. I knew they would. You’re an amazing person, Angel. I knew that from the moment I met you. I knew I couldn’t let go of you when my undercover work ended. The mere thought of it haunted me. Gnawed at my soul every time you fell asleep in my arms or professed your feelings about me. Toward the end, when you said you wanted to run away, it gave me hope that maybe, just maybe, you’d come with me when I left.”
She blinked, the tears now streaming down her face. “I meant every word of it, Thomas, but only if you were by my side. Jesus, look at me. I’m a mess,” she whispered, using the backs of her hands to wipe away her tears.
“No, you’re not,” I replied, pushing her hands away and using my fingers to catch the tiny teardrops. “You’re beautiful and you’re mine.”
It felt good to finally say the words I’d held inside for months. Every chance I had, I said them to her, making up for lost time. I wanted to remind her how much I loved her and what she meant to me as often as possible.
“Take me home and make love to me, Thomas,” she whispered, drawing the pad of my thumb into her mouth as I followed the path of tears to her lips.
I felt her tongue against my flesh. Drawing it deeper into her mouth, she sucked on it, with her mouth around it in a perfect O. My dick twitched in response, coming to life and needing relief. I couldn’t wait to get her home to finish what I’d wanted to do earlier.
“If you don’t stop that, we won’t make it home,” I growled, sucking in a quick breath as she swirled her tongue around.
Opening her mouth enough to speak, she said, “Anticipation.”
“Fuck. I was never good at waiting, Angel. You should know that about me by now.” After removing my digit from her mouth, I grabbed her hand and pulled her down the walkway toward the car.
“What’s your hurry?” she asked, trying to keep up with my quick pace.
The feel of her lips on me had made me impatient. “You have something to take care of.” I opened her door, waiting for her to get in, but she stopped in front of me with a twinkle in her eye and a smile on her face.
“I don’t remember having any plans.”
I swept my thumb, still damp from her mouth, against her lips. “Something came up.” I looked down, motioning to her with my groin before capturing her lips with mine.
Tiny moans escaped her lips, the vibrations ricocheting down my chest and making my cock throb. Holding her by the neck, I devoured her mouth. My tongue mingled with hers, tasting the sweetness of the chocolate cake we’d had during dessert. Groaning softly, I knew I couldn’t wait until we got home. The drive was over thirty minutes away from my parents’—way too long for my aching cock.
“Fuck,” she murmured when I moved away, her eyes fluttering open.
“Get your ass in the car.”
“Bossy,” she whispered before doing as she’d been told.
Once I’d slammed her door closed, I jogged to the driver’s side and climbed inside. Then I coasted down the street, looking for the make-out spot so many of us had used in our youth. Down the street from my parents’, there was a small trail into the woods that was used for mudding. It opened to a giant field filled with tall grasses and brush. It was the perfect spot when you needed time alone and were out of cash.
As we drove down the dirt trail, branches lashed against the windows, making a screeching sound.
“I’m not going anywhere, baby. I’m a sure thing. There’s no rush.”
“My dick says otherwise.”
She giggled, grabbing my attention and making me glance at her. She was slowly unbuttoning her top, knowing what I wanted.
“Don’t,” I said, adjusting my rock-hard dick as she revealed her breasts.
Her laughter grew louder as her hands fell away. Then she turned toward me, leaning over and placing her warm palm against my length. Inhaling deeply, needing more than warmth, I tried to stay calm and not just throw it into park.
When we pulled into the field, I found a spot under the only tree, trying to block out the setting sun. At times like these, I was thankful for my muscle car. It didn’t have any separator between in the front seat. It was the old-style seat that came in one piece and made fucking like this possible.
I put the car in park, leaving the CD player going before turning my attention to her. Lunging at her, I pushed her down onto the seat, crushing her with my weight.
Hozier’s “To Be Alone” started to play. Reaching up, I pressed repeat, loving the words of this song, especially with Angel underneath me. Pushing my straining erection against her, I dry-humped her as I dug my teeth into her flesh. Then I ran my tongue over her jugular, feeling the beating of her heart as it picked up its pace.
Her fingers snarled through my hair, tugging lightly as she wrapped her legs around my back. Fighting every urge in me to rip off her clothes, I traced her pulse up her neck, across her chin, and to her mouth before sucking the air from her lungs. Grinding against her and devouring her mouth, I used one hand to undo the top button of her jeans. I slid my hands inside and groaned as I felt her wetness. Her tiny moans drove me further, and I pushed my fingers inside her. The tight space caused by her jeans didn’t stop me; I needed to feel her, to taste her. As I stuck two fingers inside, my palm rested against her clit, her body twitched as I moved them in and out.
She clawed the skin on my shoulders, digging deeper with each stroke of her G-spot. “Don’t stop,” she moaned, pulling my mouth closer against hers. She pushed against my hand, driving my fingers in further, and rode my palm. Feeling her body begin to shake, I stilled my hand.
“No,” she begged, wiggling her body underneath me. “Please,” she said against my lips, nipping at my flesh.
“Not yet,” I growled, removing my hand from her pants.
My dick was about ready to burst, and the feel of her slick cunt against my skin had me about to explode like a teenager.
“Taste how sweet you are.” Setting my fingers between our lips, I used my tongue to lick at her juices.
She stuck her tongue out, tasting herself on my fingers. My eyes started to roll back in my head. The smell and taste of her with her tongue on my flesh was almost too much for me to bear. As I dipped my fingers inside her mouth, she sucked them clean.
Unable to contain myself any longer, I sat up and unfastened my jeans. I pulled out my cock between, not bothering to pull my pants all the way down. I just needed enough to stroke her deeply. My body shook as I palmed my dick, rubbing it up and down.
Angel scurried, shimmying her jeans down her legs and panting as her eyes stayed glued to my throbbing dick. When she pushed her pants to her knees, I grabbed them from the bottom and yanked them off.
“You don’t need these.” I tossed them in the back seat.
My patience snapped as I reached down and ripped the lace panties off her body. She laughed, throwing her head back as I threw them on the dashboard. Those were staying inside the car as a souvenir.
When I pushed inside her, she wrapped her legs around my back. Her warmth and slickness enveloped my hard shaft as my body began to convulse with pleasure. Unable to stop, I pounded into her. While I braced my arms next to her head, she grabbed my neck and curled her body into mine. The closer she drew to me, the tighter her pussy felt. It sucked the life from my dick.
“Yes! Yes!” she wailed, fucking me back, making the impact that much greater.
This was better than any high school fucking I had done in this field as a kid. That had been amateurish, child’s play. Angel was the real deal, the woman I loved, and the one I’d never get enough of—no matter how long we spent together.
My balls tightened, my spine tingled, and my dick grew harder. I was ready to burst at the seams. She rode my shaft, bouncing up and down on it over and over again, as I sat up and took her with me. Using my hips, I met her thrusts, driving myself as deep as humanly possible without tearing her in two.
“Oh, God. Almost there…” she moaned, sealing her eyes shut and tipping her head back.
Needing her to crash over the edge, I wrapped my hands around her neck and applied pressure. Angel always got off on choking, and I knew it. I knew her body better than she did. Using her neck as leverage, I pulled her down on top of me, paying careful attention to her airway. As I watched her face turn red and her eyes roll back into her head, I could barely hear her breathing. Then she let out a strangled cry as her cunt milked my cock.
The crushing force of her orgasm sent me into a mind-numbing and vision-blurring frenzy. I released her neck and pulled her hair, forcing her neck backwards as I sank my teeth into her flesh and emptied myself into her.
As I moaned against her skin, my body convulsed, riding the crest as I came. Panting, I swallowed hard, resting my forehead against her. Her pussy continued to clamp down on my cock, her body shaking in tiny aftershocks. Hozier still played on repeat as we clung to each other, trying to catch our breath.
“Fuck,” I muttered, dragging my face from her neck. As I backed away, a tiny drop of blood caught my eye. I’d ripped her skin open with my teeth as I bit her. Lost in the moment, I hadn’t been paying attention to how hard I had clamped down. “Shit, baby. I drew blood.”
“Am I going to die?” she asked, swallowing roughly on a heavy breath.
“No,” I replied, touching the wound.
“That was worth a small cut, Thomas.” She sagged against me, licking the sweat off my shoulder.
“Don’t start licking me again, Angel. I need a minute.” Moving her off my dick and out of my lap, I set her on the seat and reached in the back for her jeans. Handing them to her, I said, “You can wear these for now, but I’m not done with you yet.”
“I’m all yours, Thomas. Only yours.”
About fuckin’ time.
Chapter 18
Unable to sleep, I ventured downstairs to make myself a cup of hot tea with milk. While I was checking my phone as I waited for the water to boil, a new notification caught my eye. I had text messages from a number I didn’t recognize. When I clicked on it, I froze. There were more than one, and the further I read, the sicker I felt.
Unknown: I know where u r, u little slut.
Unknown: U can’t hide from me 4ever.
Unknown: If u want that boyfriend of yours to stay alive, u better find a way to get some $$$. ASAP.
Who the fuck has my phone number and how do they know about Tommy?
My hands began to shake violently as I grabbed the teapot. It jiggled in my hand, water spilling from the spout as I tried to pour a cup. The metal clattered against the ceramic mug, sounding like there was an earthquake happening.
After placing the teapot back on the stove before I hurt myself, I stared out the window. I ran down dozens of possibilities. None of them seemed right. I’d never given anyone this number. Work only had my old home phone, the only reason I’d kept a landline.
Unknown: I know you read my messages. I’m giving u 24 hours to respond before I come for both of u.
Sickness overcame me. I threw up in the sink, and tears began to sting my eyes. Struggling for breath, I felt as if my throat were closing, being paralyzed
