Part 8
Tossing the car keys on the circular table in the foyer, Angelus decided he’d better not push things too fast. He didn’t want to scare Cordelia off or have her change her mind. “Want a tour of the mansion?”
“I’ve seen it,” Cordelia reminded with a slow smile.
“We could narrow it down,” Angelus suggested. “I could just take you right upstairs and show you our bed.”
Cordelia’s breath caught in her throat at the look of passion darkening his eyes. “Our bed?”
“As of now, it also belongs to you,” Angelus told her. He wasn’t planning to tell her more about the claim just yet. Without being able to bite her, he’d have to find some other way of making it official. He did say, “I want you here as often as you can be.”
“My parents are still in Europe,” Cordelia commented distractedly. She was too busy thinking about stretching out beneath Angelus in their bed. That was scary in a totally exciting way. “No idea if or when they’re returning.”
Angelus looked thrilled by the idea. “So you’ll stay here?”
Nodding, Cordelia glanced around the foyer with its impressive stairs leading to the upper floors. As if he read her mind, Angelus told her, “Do what you want with the mansion. Make it yours, Cordy. I want you to feel at home here.”
A little confused, “I thought the mansion belonged to Angel.”
“That’s debatable,” Angelus shrugged. It was something they really hadn’t hashed out yet. “Technically, we’re equals and the rights to the titular holdings of the D’Aurelius Clan belong to both of us. Don’t let it bother you, baby. I know Angel will give you anything you want.”
“Oh,” Cordelia answered, a little overwhelmed by it all. She hadn’t just accepted a boyfriend, but a whole way of life. She’d known that just from the hints both he and Angel had given her.
Angelus cupped her bare shoulder, moving his thumb in a circle there as he asked her softly, “Are you ready to go upstairs.”
“Yes,” she grinned confidently.
Then a mischievous look came over the vampire’s face. Before Cordelia had time to question him, he swooped her up over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold and started up the stairs. Cordelia let out a screech of surprise and laughed most of the way up. The little stinging slap on her bottom left her tingling and was apparently not enough to set off any pain receptors since the vampire intended no harm.
“I’ll get you for that,” she warned him merrily. If she hadn’t been so busy holding on for dear life as Angelus barreled up the stairs, Cordelia would certainly done a little playful slapping of her own. She had a great view of his muscular, leather panted ass from this angle.
Angelus pushed open the bedroom door, carried her over to the huge four poster bed and let her bounce onto the mattress. Her long chestnut hair tossed in unruly waves around her nearly bare shoulders and her hazel eyes sparkled in anticipation of what was to come.
If she had bothered to look around, Cordelia might have noticed the quality of the furniture or the lush bed coverings. Perhaps even items like the vanity dresser and mirror that were already in place and waiting for her, but Cordelia’s eyes saw none of it for they were focused entirely on the vampire in front of her. She leaned back on her elbows greedily watching as Angelus divested himself of his clothes. Maybe soon she’d have the nerve to reach up and unbutton those leather pants, but not today. It was all a little shocking and totally thrilling.
Angelus simply ripped his shirt open, the buttons popping everywhere as he bared his smooth, contoured chest to her view. Her tongue peeked out, sweeping across her lips as nervous butterflies started to swirl in her belly spreading heat deep in her womb.
The shoes and socks went next and Cordelia threw back her head, laughing as the overly enthusiastic vampire hopped around on one foot. Geez, he makes even that look sexy, she thought as her eyes settled back on him now standing bare-chested and bare-footed in front of her with only the supple leather spread over his powerful legs.
Cordelia suddenly found the nerve she thought she couldn’t manage, sitting up on the edge of the bed and reaching out to stroke his thighs. She placed a kiss on his washboard belly drawing a sound from Angelus that was something between a growl and a moan. His hands fell to his sides as he watched Cordelia move to unbutton his pants.
“Go ahead,” Angelus encouraged as Cordelia’s fingers paused on their upward sweep along his thighs. “Touch me. See what it is you do to me.”
Letting her fingers travel slowly over the obvious bulge, she took her time testing the size and shape of him trapped beneath the leather. Not that his double’s hasty move back in the Old Sunnydale Cemetery that night or the sensation of being pressed up between them on the library floor hadn’t imprinted their matching measurements in her brain.
This was up close and personal creating a naughty thrill knowing in a moment or two she would be unwrapping the impressive package. Angelus’ heavy-lidded eyes looked on her with open desire and the sounds coming from his throat as she stroked him only made her more confident.
Cordelia slowly unbuttoned the fly of Angelus’ leather pants, slipping her fingers inside and watching the anticipation light his dark eyes. Peeling back the two sides, it was clear that he wore nothing beneath and Cordelia’s widening gaze followed the path of tiny dark hairs leading from his navel to the dark bush of springy hair nestled above his sex.
Though his hands itched to shove the pants to the floor, Angelus practiced patience as he allowed Cordelia to take things at her own pace— for now. He planned to ease her into this, but after that Angelus made no promises to himself. He wasn’t certain where the threshold to his behavioral limits actually existed when it came to sex, but he certain planned to find out.
Tugging, Cordelia eased the supple black leather pants downward. They loosened as they moved over his hips. Slowly, his rigid shaft came into view and Cordelia darted a look at Angelus’ eyes. A smile curled the corners of her mouth as she understood the very male thoughts showing in his eyes.
Egomaniac. She licked at her lips thinking it was hardly exaggeration. Knows what he’s got and can’t wait for me to see it.
Mischief danced in her hazel eyes as Cordelia kept her gaze focused on his while inching the pants lower and lower across his thighs. Determined not to look until his pants hit the floor, Cordelia hadn’t counted on Angelus’ body reacting to draw her attention.
Her hands were mid-thigh when his stiff cock sprung free from its confines lurching upward and bouncing under her chin. Cordelia jerked back with a yelp of surprise, falling back onto her elbows on the soft duvet. That trademark smirk appeared on Angelus’ face again as he commented, “You should watch what you’re playing with. Some toys can be dangerous.”
Cordelia never saw his expression. She was too busy gaping at the massive erection, a pale weapon of velvet steel eager for her attention. None of her other boyfriends had been in the puny department, but comparing them to Angelus…no comparisons were necessary. The vampire was more than generously endowed and she wasn’t quite ready for the sight of it.
“Omigod!” Cordelia gasped thinking it would never fit. “I may be limber, but…geez!”
Chuckling at her reaction, Angelus pumped his left hand along his cock making the veins stand out against its pale surface as she watched his every move with rapt fascination. “Feel free to worship at my feet anytime, baby, preferably with your mouth. For now, just come back here and touch me.”
Scooting back to the edge of the bed, Cordelia looked to him for a little reassurance. She was more nervous than afraid, mainly due to her somewhat limited experience with sex that involved actual penetration. Kissing and other oral games were more familiar; his soft demand for her touch put her back in familiar territory.
Angelus took a handful of her hair, tugging just enough to tilt her head back, kissing her until Cordelia moaned with escalating need. Electric fire shot down to her womb, drenching her as the ache settled deep inside. Taking her hand, Angelus guided it onto his cool flesh moving her fingers up and down along the shaft until Cordelia curled them around his girth. Her fingertips did not quite meet around him and that caused her to flash another look of mixed awe and nervous excitement.
The combination only increased Angelus’ arousal as he anticipated thrusting inside her. Soon, he told himself. He’d let her play a little more and then he would make certain she knew which vampire she had chosen.
“Like that?” Cordelia questioned as her hand picked up the pace.
“Harder,” instructed Angelus on a gruff note. “Be careful with your fingernails, but let me feel them.”
Raising an eyebrow, she queried, “Vampire thing?”
Angelus nodded speechlessly, gold rimming his eyes as Cordelia followed instructions applying a tighter grip and employing the use of her nails along his rigid flesh. He scented her arousal knowing she would be wet and ready, but he wanted to wait just a little longer. There would be no tossing her back on the bed, no ripping away her dress and no fucking her until he had everything he wanted.
No matter that his instincts craved just that.
A single grunt sounded as Angelus fought to maintain control when Cordelia’s lips softly kissed the crown of his cock as it stretched above his foreskin. The whispered touch preceded the tentative lap of her tongue as she tasted the bead of fluidic sex that appeared. His eyes nearly crossed in overt pleasure as Cordelia’s mouth opened wide to take him into that warm, wet cavern.
“Fuck, that’s good,” Angelus’s brain was at a disconnect as she moved her tongue over his sensitive flesh and closed her mouth around him. The trail of crudities on his lips only suggested to Cordelia that she was definitely doing something right. “Suck me, baby. That’s it.”
Barely resisting the urge to thrust his hips, Angelus’ verbal encouragements quickly descended into a series of animalistic rumblings. His hands tangled in her hair and then suddenly he found his voice again as she brought him closer to the edge, saying things that stirred her own lust as he told her what was coming next.
“Finish it. I want to see you swallow me,” Angelus admitted with a throaty demand. “Then it’s my turn to play.”
Her nerves zinged at the thought even before Angelus got into the details. Cordelia ached; she could already feel her own excitement with the dampness of her inner thighs. “I’ll taste every inch of you,” he said. “All that golden skin under my tongue; that delicious scent just reminds me how good you taste, baby. You’re already wet for me; that sweet pussy is just soaked with nectar and I plan to drink every drop.”
Cordelia moaned at the thought, the sound opening up her throat and slipping him just a bit further into her mouth. She took him deeper, her crimson-tipped fingers curling around the thick base of his sex. Her noisy enjoyment of the act clear to him as Angelus listened lustfully to her wanton moans, soft slurps and the louder pops of air as she focused on his swollen tip and its super-sensitive ridge.
With a sudden change of mind, Angelus yanked at Cordelia’s hair, pulling her off his cock that bounded between them slick with moisture. She gasped in surprise, but only registered the passion blazing in his eyes as he did precisely what he planned not to do. Tossing her back on the bed, Angelus climbed on one knee at a time until he looked down at the fully clothed female now waiting for his next move.
“Say goodbye to the dress,” Angelus was not about to wait for her to take it off. He split it down the middle with a single tear.
If he expected Cordelia to scream and shout that he’d done something bad, Angelus would have been disappointed. She threw back her head laughing at his overeager behavior. Then all amusement fell away as his hands connected with her skin. She was braless as the dress prohibited such an item and so was left in only a lacy pair of red silk panties.
Angelus’ hands mapped her curves as he delivered long drugging kisses. Her hands fisted into the short spikes of his hair as she savored the smoldering sensations brought on by his lips. Reaching up, he tilted her head, plying wet caresses along her neck and moaning in want of something more that was denied him. While Cordelia wrapped her arms around his chest holding him close, his blunt teeth scraped over her jugular and nipped only firmly enough to leave a bruise.
Lifting his head, Angelus met her questioning gaze and told her, “It’s okay, baby. I can’t bite you.”
She cupped his cheek, feeling strangely sorry that he couldn’t. As if allowing it would cement their relationship at an entirely new level. Leaning forward, Cordelia pressed a soft velvet kiss upon his throat then moaned into his ear, “I want you so much. Do it now.”
“Not yet,” Angelus somehow ignored the plea knowing he would likely hurt her if he entered her without further preparation. Normally, that wouldn’t be a concern, but strangely enough he found that it mattered. “You’re not ready.”
“Yes, I am,” Cordelia snapped petulantly as her body writhed against his.
Angelus kissed her into silence as his hands moved down to her breasts. He heard her moan as his thumbs teased her nipples and the sound only made him want to hear it more. Moving, Angelus cupped one breast until its rigid peak brushed against his chin. Lathing it with his tongue, he sucked sharply for an instant before flicking his tongue across the sensitive bud. Then plying equal attention to the other breast, he drew soft cries from Cordelia’s throat as she pleaded for more.
“What do you want, baby?” His throaty question dropped his voice an octave or two as he kissed his way down to her concave navel and rimmed it with his tongue.
She pushed on his shoulders, hinting at where she wanted him to go. Angelus only pressed his mouth in a series of smooches across the top edge of the red lace. “Let me hear it, Cor. Say it. What is it you want?”
“Take off my panties,” Cordelia moved her hands to do it herself only to have him grasp her wrists and pin them to the bed.
“Not yet,” he growled. “Not until you tell me what you want me to do once they’re gone.”
“Touch me. Touch me there. I want your fingers… your mouth on me,” Cordelia met his sinful eyes with a determined plea. “Like you said. Taste me like you said you would.”
Instead of ripping her panties away, Angelus shifted on the bed and slowly slipped them over her hips and down her legs prolonging it purposefully, the slide of silk leaving tingle across her skin. Starting at her mouth again, he kissed his way across her smooth skin until he reached the soft muff of hair curling at her loins. Her legs opened wide seeking his attention, not hiding what she wanted in the least.
Drawing her scent deeply into his nostrils, Angelus gazed at the pink petaled flesh for a moment before lowering his mouth and tasting her with his tongue. Cordelia called out his name moving against his mouth, already aroused. He entered her with two fingers, thrusting rhythmically until she bucked up against them and begged him to forget her plea and just take her.
Angelus didn’t stop, his mouth teasing at the swollen bud as Cordelia neared her climax. A third finger joined the others in opening up her tight passage to their rhythmic intrusion, brushing against the spot that drove her wild. Only after she flew apart, sounding out her orgasm, did Angelus move to enter her.
Kneeling above her, the vampire held his engorged sex rubbing the tip against her and slowly pushing his way inside. Angelus and Cordelia moaned together at the sensation of his entry. Even though he took it inch by inch at a careful pace, the increasing pressure had Cordelia gripping the bulky muscles of his arms and panting with more than a little shock at the way he filled her.
“Just relax,” Angelus distracted her with a kiss of pure hunger, their tongues tangling in wanton expression of what their bodies did below. Holding her hips, Angelus pulled back a little, thrusting deeper the next time, following suit until he was completely sheathed within her.
“Angelus,” she breathed his name accompanied by a whisper of exotic sound that filled his ears, her arms and legs wrapping around him instinctively bringing him closer.
Rocking within her, Angelus felt her tight muscles clamping down on his flesh and he let out a little growl of pleasure at the way Cordelia moved against him. Their bodies entwined, Angelus bent over and cupped her breasts close to form those tempting peaks and took turns with each of them as his hips maintained a steady rhythm.
It was all Cordelia could do to grasp onto his broad shoulders and hold on as Angelus brought her closer and closer to another climax. Angelus lifted his head staring down into eyes with pure passion spread across his features; he stormed her mouth with another heated kiss.
“Enough games,” he took her arms from around his neck and threaded his fingers through hers before pinning her hands against the mattress. “Time for you to get fucked, baby. Come for me.”
Cordelia soon discovered the difference between Angelus’ sensual game of thrust and parry and the rocket ride he was taking her on now. Their hips ground together as he banged into her thrusting deep so that his balls slapped up against her swollen folds each time. She moaned for more as he angled his thrusts to stimulate the engorged bud of her sex with every move and her head thrashed against the mattress as she closed her eyes losing herself in the sensations.
With a burst of colored light flashing from the darkness, Cordelia screamed out his name as she came, her velvet sheath fluttering around the hard shaft buried inside her. Angelus grunted in triumph as she reached her peak continuing to fuck her through the waves of her orgasm until he could no longer stave off the building pressure, his fingers gripping hers tightly as his back arched and a shout of ecstasy sounded on his lips.
Coming down from the heights of their pleasure, Angelus released her hands taking a moment to tuck the damp strands of Cordelia’s hair away from her face. Her skin glowed with life, her body thrumming with it. “You’re so beautiful,” his voice sounded throaty, rumbling in his chest like a purr of pure contentment.
Reaching for his face, she held him long enough to press her kiss-swollen lips against his mouth before dropping back on the bed. She touched her hand to his chest, her eyes clearly admiring him in the afterglow of their love making. “So are you, Bad Boy.”
“Tired?” Angelus asked curiously.
Cordelia flashed him a grin and gave an experimental wiggle of her hips, “Nope. Only a little, really. Wanna do it again?”
“Hell, yes, baby,” Angelus purred against her neck as he felt himself hardening inside her. Instantaneous recovery had its own rewards. “Let me introduce you to another vampire thing.”
