On the ground below, Angelus stared up at her disappearing figure as Cordelia slipped back into her bedroom closing the doors behind her.
“I’m not playing Romeo to your Juliet,” Angelus complained. Why couldn’t she just have a second-story window and a convenient tree like other teenagers? “I won’t stand here like some bleeding heart hero pining for you like an idiot.”
Climbing up a drain pipe along the side of the house, Angelus landed with catlike grace upon the stone floor of the balcony. He thought about knocking on the doors and simply demanding an invitation just to hear her response. Thinking better of it, the vampire gave himself permission just to watch for a while.
It seemed Cordelia had popped back into the bathroom since she was not in his direct line of sight. Turning the lounge chair around to face the doors, he scooted it as far into the shadows remaining in one corner of the balcony as it would go. Taking off his jacket, he tossed it on the back of the chair and made himself comfortable.
After a couple of minutes, Cordelia appeared again, flipping off the bathroom light as she went. Her long satin cover-up went all the way to her toes, he noticed.
What’s under the robe, baby? Bet it’s not flannel. Angelus chuckled at the memory of the conversation in the graveyard.
Unaware of her nocturnal visitor, Cordelia discarded her robe leaving it in a puddle at her feet. She stood completely nude, her body awash with moonlight leaving her golden skin gleaming.
Holy hell. Angelus hadn’t really expected to get the full show tonight. He would have been content to watch her sleep. This went far beyond his expectations and so did she.
As she faced away from him, Angelus let his eyes wander over her well-toned back and the taut curves of her bottom. He caught just a glimpse of the outer curve of her breast as Cordelia lifted her hand to the top of her head pulling out the clip and shaking out her gorgeous hair until it tumbled over her shoulders and back.
Letting out a little growl, Angelus felt his body react as he watched Cordelia brush that silken hair stroke after stroke. There was something so damned sensual about that. Her hair smelled like strawberries, he recalled not just from tonight. He always noticed.
Cordelia made long repetitive motions with the brush, her nubile body shifting. He kept getting glimpses of the shadowy cleft between her thighs and his arousal grew by leaps and bounds with every passing second.
Baby, you are the most fuckable thing on the Hellmouth and it looks like Bad Boy here is eager for a little fun.
Angelus dropped his hand to the front of his pants where his cock pressed up against the leather demanding release. He gripped himself through the fabric enjoying the hard grasp and the urge that accompanied it. With his topaz gaze fixed on Cordelia, he opened up his pants and shoved them down over his hips. When his cock sprang free of its confines, he fisted it for a series of rapid jerks before settling into a languorous rhythm.
So good. Only thing better would be you. Angelus figured once she was done with her hair that Cordelia would cover all that gorgeous skin up with pajamas and climb into bed.
She reached for a bottle of body lotion instead and Angelus’ chest rumbled with a low uniquely vampiric sound as Cordelia squirted out a dollop of scented cream into her hand. Starting with her arms, she slowly smoothed the lotion over her skin, first one arm and then the other taking a moment to massage her shoulders.
Fuck, baby. Let me do that. His eyes grew heavy as he stared forward, his hand steadily pumping his engorged flesh. Angelus imagined himself spreading the lotion across Cordelia’s soft skin. She’d be so warm, her body toned and firm and soft in all the right places.
Taking the bottle with her, Cordelia turned to use the corner of the bed as she propped one foot there. In three-quarter pose, she was stunning. The elegant line of her throat and shoulders dipped down to reveal lush breasts that made his mouth water. The taut belly with its soft feminine curve called for his attention with its winking navel.
Angelus licked his lips and let his tongue trail over the back of his fangs as his eyes went down to the thick forest of curls gathered at the apex of her thighs. That trimmed little triangle teased him, hiding its secrets from his lustful gaze. Soon, he promised himself. Soon he would discover every hidden treasure and explore it with his mouth and his tongue and his fingers.
Mmm. He could imagine it now, his face buried between her warm thighs as he lapped up the honey from her wet pussy. How many times would he make her come before he took her, Angelus wondered. Enough that she’d be begging for his cock. He just knew that she would respond to his touch, that she could be wanton letting herself go for him.
Are you noisy when you come, baby? He’d bet anything he had that she was a screamer. Every thought that sizzled in his brain made Angelus want her even more. His fingers slid up his length gathering the beading fluid at his tip spreading it over the velvet crown and smoothing it down his shaft.
A guttural groan sounded as he watched Cordelia caress every inch of her gorgeous legs and supple thighs with that lotion. Lowering her foot to the floor after completing her task, Cordelia let her cream-slicked hands circle her flat stomach. They paused below that concave bellybutton just at the edge of her soft brown muff.
Angelus’ eyes widened as he imagined where those hands were going next. Smoothing all that cream over her skin had to feel good. Sensual, no doubt. She’d been thinking of him, he suddenly decided. His hands on her.
Go for it, baby. Touch yourself. Angleus’ thoughts encouraged his own hand to pick up the pace. The idea of watching Cordelia get herself off nearly made him come right then and there. Determined to wait it out, he gripped the base of his cock stemming off the urge.
Cordelia’s fingers threaded through the curls, but quickly pulled back up to the plane of her belly. The masturbating vampire let out another groan, this one of disappointment as it seemed that was one show he wasn’t going to get tonight. Then came the consolation prize as Cordelia’s feminine hands slid up to cup her breasts.
Remembering me? As she tweaked her nipples, teasing them with her fingertips, there was no doubt in his mind that he was in her thoughts. Angelus remembered the way she filled his hand, the hard press of that velvety tip against his palm. Soon, he would do that again, this time taking her in his mouth, laving her with his tongue, teasing her with his teeth, with his fangs.
Dropping her hands from her breasts, Cordelia made a sound of irritation. Frustration, he guessed. Maybe anger at herself for wanting him. She’d always wanted him, Angelus was quick to let himself think. His true nature frightened her and she’d been willing to use his relationship with the Slayer as an excuse to stop panting after him publicly. That didn’t mean he never came into her thoughts.
I’d like to come in her thoughts, in her bed, in her. Angelus smirked as he watched her turn away to the dresser bringing her luscious bottom back into view. He wanted to squeeze that hot little ass. Smooth his hands over her skin. See how Cordelia reacted to the stinging palm as he turned it red and rosy.
Slipping a short silk nighty over her head, Cordelia was still standing with her hands above her head and her face in darkness when she heard her name sounded on a loud groan coming from the balcony. Jerking the nightgown down to its full length, Cordy tugged at the edge as it skirted the top of her thighs.
Not wanting to believe it to be true, Cordelia gripped the edge of her dresser and focused on the reflection in the mirror. Everything on the balcony looked fine. Just fine. Except, she noted, that the lounge chair was now facing the other way toward her bedroom and there was a black leather jacket neatly folded over the top of the chair.
Angelus is here, Cordelia gasped aloud realizing even though she could not see the vampire himself in the mirror’s reflection. Then it came to her that he had been watching everything she’d been doing. Naked! He’s seen me naked.
Furious, she whirled around and headed across the carpeted floor to fling open the doors to the balcony. “You bastard! Get…omigod!”
For the first time she caught sight of Angelus as he stretched out on the lounge chair. In full gameface, he looked more like a demon than he ever did, lust adding on another layer that only increased his forbidden appeal. He’d ripped open his shirt, his buttons askew as one beaded male nipple and its small oval appeared dark against the pale wall of his thick chest. She really caught that in a fleeting glance because her attention almost immediately fell to his lap.
“No panties, Cordelia?” She heard the amused inquiry as if through a long tunnel. Her ears seemed to be ringing as she watched Angelus fisting his towering cock. “Naughty, naughty.”
Cordelia tried to stop staring, but she couldn’t. It was just…she hadn’t seen…geez, he was magnificent. All smooth marble, pale like the rest of him. Thick, so thick she had to wonder if her hand would ever fit around it. His did. Just right. He moved it up and down that long shaft teasing the spot where his foreskin stretched around the broad crown.
A hot breath heaved from her lungs followed by the swipe of her tongue against lips that suddenly felt swollen and tingly.
“See something you want?” asked Angelus recognizing the flush of her skin and the light scent of her sudden arousal. “Come here, Cordelia.”
Despite his naturally hypnotic allure, Cordelia wasn’t so far gone or stupid enough to take that first step onto the balcony. Maybe he was the sexiest creature she’d ever seen, but he was still a demon, still evil and still had plans that involved her untimely demise.
“What the hell are you doing?” she demanded hotly.
“Getting off on watching you, baby,” Angelus stroked his cock returning to his earlier languorous pace. “You make me so fucking hard. It’s just a little game of spank the monkey. Wanna play?”
Cordelia narrowed her gaze, trying to keep it focused on his face. “Take your monkey and spank it somewhere else.”
She wondered if it was possible to be turned on and creeped out at the same time. Her words had no effect on Angelus except that his lust was now came with amusement. The sound of his deep chuckles was intermixed with the odd groan of pleasure as he kept on touching himself.
Spluttering, Cordelia tried again, “Stop that, you voyeuristic vampire.”
“Come make me.”
“I could just ignore you,” Cordelia pointed out haughtily. “I don’t need to watch this.”
Angelus curled his other hand under his balls and noticed the way her eyes followed the movement. “Then why are you watching? Scamper out of your bedroom if you’re a timid little mouse. For the moment, I can’t follow.”
“Don’t imagine you’re gonna get an invitation. Timid mouse? Pfft! No one chases me out of my own bedroom. Especially not evil, stalking flashers,” she glared angrily shoving her hands onto her hips totally unaware of the way it made her short gown ride up giving him a glimpse of curls.
“Just admit that you like what I’m flashing,” Angelus purred as he brushed his thumb over the crown of his cock. “Been thinking about my promise?”
“Threat,” Cordelia returned sharply.
Remembering her response and seeing it here, Angelus knew she’d accepted the fact that he would do anything to have her. Moaning at the thought, he suggested, “Take it how you want it, Cordelia, but you will take it.”
His words made her stare a little too closely at his engorged sex, thinking about his plan to take her. Not that she would ever let him, but the idea of it was oh so tempting. Her body certainly wanted it, Cordelia felt the wet rush of warm flooding her sex, dampening the soft flesh and slicking the skin of her inner thighs.
“Sizing me up? No need for a ruler, Cor. Just use your hands,” Angelus encouraged with a leer.
Cordelia’s head snapped up, “Egomaniac,” she accused even as her eyes dilated into deep pools of want.
“Does it look like ego to you?”
Saying nothing, Cordelia ate him up with her eyes as Angelus tempted her with his hard cock. He felt himself getting close and tried to stretch it out a little more. Anticipation and enticing Cordelia was too good to let go.
“Don’t pretend you don’t want it. That the idea of being fucked by me doesn’t excite you,” Angelus claimed knowingly. “Just look at yourself.”
Biting at her lip, Cordelia did as instructed already knowing what she would find. Her swollen breasts ached with need, their turgid tips pointed up against the silk of her gown. She tingled everywhere except her sex where the sensations were deep and empty and aching with the need to be filled. Closing her eyes for a second, Cordelia nearly gave into it as her right hand slipped down from her hip edging toward the center of that ache.
“Go ahead, baby,” Angelus recognized another opportunity when it appeared. This time demanding it directly, “Let me see how you touch yourself. Make yourself come for me.”
“No!” Cordelia yanked her traitorous hand away slapping it back on her hip.
Angelus glowered at her disobedience. “Don’t pretend you won’t do it when I’m gone.”
“Will that be soon?” she asked shifting back into a tone that told him she was fighting herself and him.
Cordelia wanted him gone all right, he realized, but it wasn’t just to get him off of her property. “Anxious to come? Don’t you know vamps can keep it up all night? I’m not going anywhere yet baby.”
It sounded like ego again, but Cordelia trembled at the thought that he was telling the truth. “All night?”
“Want to take me on a test ride?”
“Maybe if you were chained to my bed,” she answered so fast that the words just came out of her mouth unchecked.
“Oh, Cor, my budding dominatrix,” Angelus laughed. Then his eyes turned dark amber. The predator appeared as he asked, “You think I’d ever let you?”
Her face felt hot, blood rushing to her cheeks as she thought of Angelus pinned to her bed naked and helpless. Before she could even contemplate it, the vampire asked her, “What would you do with me once you had me there?”
“Stake you,” Cordelia snapped.
“No, really.”
Repeating again, “I’d stake you.”
“Liar,” Angelus was beyond laughing at her at this point. He worked his cock, jerking at his hard flesh, running his hand repeatedly across the sensitive crown in quickening short strokes. Daring her to answer, “Tell me you wouldn’t be tempted to touch me first.”
Cordelia was tempted right now. “Yes.”
Her truthful response and the scent of her arousal perfuming the air was enough to push Angelus to the point of letting go. He’d teased himself too long with her beauty and his own desire for this hot-blooded vixen.
“Angelus,” gasping his name, Cordelia felt her heart thumping in her chest. Realizing that she sounded encouraging, that she was cheering him on, wanting to see him climax and that her body was trembling with anticipation, she held onto the door frame for support.
The sound of his name on her lips did it for him, just that soft, honeyed tone sounding in his ears. Then he came, a hoarse cry welling up from his chest as he spurted his cool male essence onto his hand, dotting his leather pants and the surface of the lounger. Anxious moments later, he relaxed back against the cushion of the chair.
Aroused and angry, Cordelia struggled to find breath enough to tell him, “Angelus, get off my balcony.”
Smiling slowly, Angelus wiped his hand and pants with a beach towel draped across the arm of the chair. He made no verbal response until he rose from the chair, tucked himself back in his pants and one by one fastened the buttons over his groin. Walking over to the balcony doors where they were separated only by that invisible barrier, Angelus found that he was strangely proud of the way Cordelia had not fled the room in terror nor folded to his lustful demands that she pleasure herself or come to him.
This defiant beauty would be worth every minute he would spend on making her his. No one would get in the way of it or they would pay dearly. He stood directly across from her, inching as close as the barrier would allow noting the way she refused to budge from her position.
“I’m going, but I’ll see you soon.”
“Any time is too soon,” commented Cordelia trying to ignore the rush of excitement that shot through her. It was supposed to be fear, but it wasn’t.
Angelus flattened his hand on the invisible wall, running it down the length of her body wishing he could feel her curves rather than the mystical backwash of the barrier. “Go to your bed, climb under the covers and close your eyes.”
As she watched his hand move down in front of her, Cordelia shivered as she thought of it still wrapped around his impressive cock and the way it had cupped her breast. What other pleasures could those hands and fingers bring?
“How long will it be before you see me, Cordelia? Seconds?” Angelus asked knowingly. “I’ll be in your thoughts, in those little fantasies you dream up in the dark.”
Cordelia’s eyes darted up to his again. How’d he know about her fantasies? “I don’t—,” she started to deny it only to be cut off as Angelus continued.
“I can’t touch you now,” he brought his hand back up so that it rested directly in front of her breast, “but I will in your dreams tonight. You know I will.”
Swiping between her lips with the tip of her tongue, Cordelia huffed, “Those are called nightmares. Scary demon. Monster under the bed.”
“Demon in your bed, baby,” he corrected, “ravishing you until your pulse thunders under my touch and you’re so replete with pleasure that you can no longer move beneath me. How will I take you, Cordelia? Think of that tonight. Where will I choose to make my mark?”
“Look all you want, Angelus, but this is as close as you’ll ever get to me,” Cordelia told him determined to make certain of it. His voice alone was enough to seduce her if she let it, but Angelus wasn’t just planning to give her pleasure. There were other darker things he would want to explore and it sounded more and more like he wanted an eternity to try them.
It wasn’t an ending he sought, but a beginning.
“Sweet dreams, baby,” Angelus smirked one last time before heading for the stone ledge of the balcony. “We’ll play bait and catch again tomorrow.”
The End