Part 6
A FEW MONTHS LATER
RAMBLING THOUGHTS
It was pretty mind-numbing stuff, cleaning. But after months of wishing you could get anything, including yourself, in any kind of state that resembled clean. Cleaning a bath wasn’t such a big deal. That line of thinking had Cordelia smiling wryly at herself. Wow, living in hell on earth is really good for changing your perspective, she thought and laughed lightly. It felt good to laugh- in fact having anything to laugh about was a major improvement.
The bath was plain white and totally utilitarian and was a pain in the ass for showing every speck of dirt but… Cordelia shrugged philosophically and just carried on with the wide sweeping circles using hot water and clothes powder, since it was grainier than soap.
“Thank God for rubber gloves, is all I can say or my hands would be like chicken feet” she announced to the empty bathroom and shuddered at the image. She hadn’t changed that much. A wide grin of satisfaction curved her full lips when she remembered the fuss she’d kicked up about it. A dramatic enough performance to send a thoroughly disgruntled Angel searching for rubber gloves!
The grin widened when she imagined where he could have scrounged them up from. Hah, she’d won that round. Aahh sweet success! “Well of course I won. It was either that or ..heaven forbid- he’d have to clean up after himself”! There was a strong dose of snideness mixed in with the mock horror. “What was he gonna do refuse to let me eat. Pfft that threat went bye-bye a long time ago”.
It was true, too true in fact since he monitored every bite she ate and if he wasn’t satisfied with the amount. Well lets just say the roof came off. “Talk about your fatted calf” she grumbled and then flinched as another more humiliating memory came back to haunt her.
What was it they said, some people go on a diet not because they need too, but as it is the one thing in their lives they have some control over. Cordelia heaved a sigh and then sat back to dump the cloth in the bucket of soapy water next to her.
“That’s a laugh. They obviously don’t have a Vampire looking over their shoulder 24/7”. Well she’d tried it. God knows why, she gave a mental wince. Okay she did know why. She’d gotten sick and tired of having her attempts to be friendlier coldly rebuffed. So in attempt to get a reaction out of Angel she’d gone on a fast. As for a reaction, boy- had she ever.
He’d called her name, searching for her room by room. She’d gone still and just by the tone of his voice, guessed he’d found out she’d not eaten her dinner, or her lunch or breakfast either for that matter. A hot thrill had seized her followed by a bellyful of butterfly’s doing the cha cha.
She hadn’t bothered trying to hide, because DUH- vampire and stalking kinda went hand in hand. So since being found was pretty much a given, she’d answered the harsh summons with her head held high and eyes only lightly enquiring. The moment his dark eyes lit on her she’d felt that intense concentration, like she’d been laser-sighted, and the thrill deepened. You see me now don’t you, Angel? She’d wanted to say but prudence had kept her lips sealed.
“Yeah what is it- I’m kinda busy ya know” she’d said in an airy tone and crossed her fingers, hoping that she didn’t look as knowingly guilty as she felt. His expression had clearly stated he was less then impressed as his sculpted lips went tight and a muscle jerked in his taut jaw.
Then without speaking so much as a word, he’d latched onto her elbow and dragged her still protesting to the kitchen. Once there he’d sent Willow out and sat her down.
“Are you ill”? He’d asked her abruptly, crossing his arms over his wide chest and looking at her under straight angrily lowered brows over a face set like granite.
“No, I’m peachy. Thanks for asking. Can I go now”? There’d been no hiding the bitter edge to the sarcastic thanks. Of course it helps if you *try* and hide it.
“No. Why haven’t you eaten today and don’t try and tell me you have. I know for a fact that you haven’t. Tell me why” he’d demanded doggedly in that infuriating and arrogant way of his.
Right then she’d have loved to come up with a great excuse. Problem with that scenario of course is that illness is pretty much the only excuse for not eating all day and she’d just blown that one off the menu.
She’d huffed out an irritated breath and flipped back her hair before glowering up at him from her enforced seat at the table. “I’m not hungry. It happens- get a grip” she’d tossed at him petulantly.
He’d stared at her for a full minute in absolute silence before sighing heavily and uncrossed his arms. “I’m not getting into this with you, Cordelia. You *are* going to eat before you move your ass of that chair. Are we clear”? She’d had to grit her teeth as her hackles rose at the authoritive tone accompanied by *that* raised brow.
“Or what”? she’d sneered with every ounce of teenage self possession and snotty arrogance she could muster. “You gonna spank me like a good ‘Daddy’ would”?
Maybe it’d been the wrong thing to say. Or maybe- there was no maybe about it. He’d gone off like a rocket. Metaphorically speaking of course!
“Spankings a part of foreplay, Sweetheart”. Crap! when had he got so close? His face loomed too close and there was a definite gleam of unholy amusement on his eyes, echoed by the hard smirk curving his lips. Unnerved she tried to shrink back from him but strong fingers gripped her chin and kept her there. “But if you wanna be treated like a baby”? Oh double crap- she hadn’t liked the sound of that.
He’d bellowed for Willow and the sudden volume had made her jump about a mile high in the chair. Something he’d taken advantage off to lift her up, slide underneath and before she could even grasp what he intended; she’d found herself sitting in his lap with both powerful arms wrapped around her like iron bands.
Willow re-entered so quick she couldn’t have gone far and her wide green eyes took in the sight with weary nervousness. A clear expression of not again! Written all over her face.
“Do me a favour, Willow, I’m kinda tied up here. Can you get Cordelia some food, she’s hungry now”. Angel had asked in a deliberately calm voice and that deep timbre, so close to her ears, had raised goose-bumps along her arms when his breath whispered over the sensitive skin of her neck.
Hungry? He had to be kidding; not while her heart was so firmly lodged in her throat. She’d sat ramrod straight and stiff as a board but no matter how much she shifted or where, she could still feel him all around her and *oh my god* it was just awful.
Her back was against his chest and the rigid planes of muscle where intimidatingly hard against her shoulder-blades; while his thighs were like columns of solid rock under hers. He’d shifted restlessly and tightened his hold, making her gasp when he’d seemed to surge under her.
Her skin had tingled all along her back and legs but worst of all was the strange tickling heat under her ass. She’d wanted to launch herself away but of course there was no chance of that. “Let me go. I’ll eat” she’d given in. Anything to get off him, those feelings were getting worse and helpless to stop it she’d squirmed on his lap.
“Too late” his deep voice gritted out beside her ear. “You don’t feed yourself. You can bet I’ll do it for you”.
And he had too, to her utter mortification and right in front of Willow who he’d insisted remain to watch. To add to the humiliation she didn’t doubt. He was the master of devious punishments and he always seemed to know exactly what she’d hate the most- bastard!
She came back from her mental wandering to find the water dripping onto her skirt from the cloth she’d mindlessly dropped in her lap. “Great going Cor. Sheesh living through it once was enough? Do you have to remind yourself”?
“The last few months have been interesting that’s for sure” she muttered. Then dipping the cloth back into the hot water, resumed cleaning. Of course she also realised the cause of those awful feelings- attraction! Or a more accurately serious case of the hots, Cordelia sighed and dropped her head to the bath’s rim as colour stained her healthily rounded cheeks.
Okay so the old attraction was still there but she wasn’t dumb enough to try and do anything about it. No Sirree Bob! No way was she going to give into that ‘whateverisnameis’ syndrome and fall in love with her captor. Cordelia sat up, raised her chin proudly and flicked back her hair. She was Cordelia Chase, reigning Queen of Sunnydale High’s upper echelons, or at least she had been before everything went to hell in a hand-basket, literally, she thought and rolled her eyes.
Whatever- what I mean is… I’m not some dumb blonde to fall for a mysterious and handsome dark knight, just because he happens to be totally gorgeous, and built like a greek god…erm okkaayyy that’s enough of that!
“Yup, I’m losing it” she whispered in a light tone.
Leaning back to stretch her kinked muscles. Cordelia raised her arms high and groaned at the exquisite relief from the cramped position she’d been in; for far too long if her knees where anything to by. Of course the fact that the stone tiles of the outer rooms carried on all through the ground floor didn’t help.
Tired but pleased with her efforts Cordelia tilted her head to survey her handiwork, and a dreamy look crossed her face as she let her imagination take over. In her minds eye she watched the warm steamy water rise up the white bath, until it lapped at Angel’s navel, raising the coarse dark hairs of his groin before moving up to caress the ridged abdomen and long powerful arms now draped along the waters edge as he lay slouched in that warm, wet embrace.
He’d be looking at her with a come hither look on his handsome face. Hmm, and those dark eyes would be narrowed only not with anger, she frowned at the tiny intrusion of reality into her fantasy before her expression smoothed out as she got back into it. His full lips would be curved in a challenging half smile. The kind of smile that could melt you into a puddle of pure lust at ten paces.
“Hmmm nice” then with a disgruntled sigh she banished the image. “Yeah like that’s gonna happen. I’ve been here months now and I understand that man..pire less now than I did when I got here”.
***
LATER ON
Dusk had fallen and the evening shadows were long; long enough for him to be out and about without risking turning to a crisp anyway. Angel moved a little to the left to keep her in his line of sight and hunched his shoulders. A few minutes more and then he’d go out hunting, he decided without taking his eyes of the brunette clearly visible in the lighted window.
“How did I guess you’d be out here mooning over the Princess”? Asked Spike from the doorway. Injecting an even heavier dose of sarcasm than normal into the heavily toned query.
“Go way, Spike” Angel threw in a dark look to go with the less than friendly welcome, but resigned himself to being ignored. Things were never that simple with Spike. If you said white he’d say black, it was a given. Maybe I should have just told him to come on over, thought Angel and twisted his lips wryly.
Then the insult sank into his brain and he spun on his heel to pin the other vampire with sharp look.
“I’m not mooning. I don’t moon”. He denied aggravated, instantly turning back to the window when he saw her move out of his vision from the corner of his eye. Angel stiffened as a dart of annoyance speared inside and he swore under his breath. She came back and he relaxed a little.
“Why are you still here”? He pointedly asked Spike but didn’t make the mistake of taking his eyes off his target this time.
“Laughing my arse off at you. What’s up with you? It’s pitiful that’s what it is. To see the once great Angelus reduced to spying on a pretty girl through a window and…what’s even funnier is that both the girl and the window are yours”. Spike lit another of his ever present cigarettes and watched the smoke plume from the fiery tip.
Anger, built on a foundation of mounting frustration burned in his gut. He narrowed his eyes in thought and sighed heavily. Spike was only saying what had been increasingly going round and round his own head for weeks now. “Don’t as me questions I can’t answer, Spike” he finally got out and pulled his reluctant gaze of the blossoming brunette.
Spike choked on inhaled smoke and disbelieving laughter. “What is it with you and making everything so bloody complicated. You want her- take her” Spike shook his blonde head and sent his blue eyes skyward. “Look, mate. It’s not even like you’d hurt the girl now is it”?
“Of course I wouldn’t” answered Angel shortly when it became obvious Spike was expecting a reply. Angel shoved his hands in his pants pockets and shrugged heavily. “It’s not enough. I’m a vampire”. Oh yeah the eternal conflict of being what he was. Did anything ever change Angel wondered despairingly.
“Good of you to remember. Warms me up inside” snarked Spike. “So fucking what? You still got the equipment don’t you? No one says you can’t keep it erm..lubricated” he wriggled blonde eyebrows just in case the words weren’t graphic enough.
Amused despite himself, Angel gave a rare lazy grin. “You let me worry about my equipment and see to your own” he shot back and walked over to join the other vampire and return to the house.
“No worries on that score mate. In fact I’m thinking about taking Red for a test drive”. Spike had thrown that in nonchalantly, testing the waters so to speak and the real reason he’d sought the dark vampire out in the first place.
Angel stopped dead and levelled a stark, warning look at the blonde. “And Willow’s Okay with this”? He asked in a neutral tone. Angel and Spike were face to face with Angel on the lower step to even out the height difference. Spike didn’t drop his eyes but tossed away the still smoking butt.
“Haven’t asked ‘er. Wasn’t intending too either. You got a problem with that”? Spike asked him challengingly, pale blue eyes narrowed and hard in his watchful face.
“And if I do”. Angel answered the challenge. His face every bit as tense and watchful as Spike’s hid the fact that his own emotions were kicking into high gear. He’d been asking himself similar things for too long for him to simply refuse Spike what he wanted.
“Too damn bad init. Unless your saying this is all just one big happy family and I have no rights to her. Then fairs fair, I may just turn to..”
“You don’t want to go there Spike, trust me”. Angel bit out in a low, dangerous voice. “Willow maybe ‘yours’ just as Cordelia is mine. But I still own this house and what I say goes. Are we clear”?
Spike didn’t move. Making it clear this topic was far from over. Angel sighed and dug his hands in his pockets. A sure sign he wasn’t in the mood to fight. “I’m not saying your can’t..exactly” he conceded reluctantly. Then his voice hardened. “But I won’t have the house disrupted and Spike… If you hurt her you pay”.
***
EVEN LATER ON
“Gee, thanks” Cordelia tossed out sarcastically when another item dropped onto the pile of washing next to the sudsey sink.
“Don’t mention it, Love. I like to oblige a lady” replied Spike equally sarcastic if a great deal breezier. After all he was getting his clothes washed. Tired and feeling charitable after having just fed he decided to stick around a bit.
Leaning with his back against the counter he watched the brunette’s busy hands as they scrubbed the latest item with the soap and then rubbed the fabric together. “Do you have to do that”? She asked him irritably with her head still down and concentrating on what she was doing.
“Do what”? Spike asked, all innocence as he folded his arms over his black t-shirt covered chest.
“Watch- believe me, washing clothes especially in this…prehistoric way is not my idea of entertainment” Cordelia answered testily, throwing the blonde vampire a telling look.
“No. So what is then? Music, TV, shopping and stringing along the poor lads at school with a hint of frilly knicks”? Spike snorted- humans! And they say vampires can’t change with the times. Seems to him vamps were a lot more adaptable. Go with the flow that was his motto he told himself and nodded as if agreeing with himself.
Cordelia’s head snapped up to pin him with a pointed sneer. “Oh get that self satisfied smirk off your face blondie. Yoda you aren’t. Remember this.” Her lips curled up while she mimicked him. “You’ve got to him, Love.” She dropped the sneer and glared at the unrepentant and amused vampire. “Hah, so much for your powers of perception”?
“Aaah so that’s why the long face then. Angel’s a tough cookie- or a cold fish depending on your point of view”. He shrugged fatalistically. Topic over. Not for Cordelia it wasn’t and helpless to stop herself, she let her already uncertain temper boil over.
“Cold! Geeze, understatement much! I’ve seen icicles with more warmth than that…” She plopped the navy shirt she’d been washing back into the loamy water and turning to face the now widely grinning vamp, held up a warning finger. “Stop winding me up, Spike. Or I swear I’m gonna put soda crystals in your blood”.
“Oh hey I give in, Pet. No need to get nasty” Spike held up his hands in mock surrender and pitifully covered his playfully cowed head. Cordelia couldn’t help but grin back at him. Spike was funny and light-hearted some of the time; if a bit unpredictable.
“Well, isn’t this just..cozy”? Angel had been stood in the doorway, unnoticed by Cordelia at least. For long enough to have caught the banter between the two of them. He didn’t like it one little bit.
Cordelia froze on the spot at that bitingly sarcastic tone. A quick look at his face was more than enough for her to guess he was seriously pissed about something. Thinking it was what she’d said she cringed.
Oh shit! Why oh why did she let her simmering temper out now. She’d kept a lid on it, mostly for weeks now. Apart from the one blip, she’d been a ‘good girl’ since he’d come back from his kamikaze mission to get the Master to agree to letting her and Willow stay at the mansion.
She shifted uncomfortably and met his inscrutable dark eyes. “Hey there” tripped out in a bright voice that made even her wince at the falseness of it. Going for gold she threw in a beaming smile which typically had no effect on the silent vampire whatsoever.
Squelching another dart of annoyance she turned back to the sink. Fine, if he wanted cold. She’d give him cold until hell froze over she thought bitterly. Hating the fact that no matter how many times she told herself she was stupid for letting him get to her. She always did it again. Stupid, stupid, stupid. The litany ran through her head as she attacked the shirt she’d abandoned earlier.
“It’s time for bed” Angel told her, his voice unemotional but with the ever present hint of steel. His eyes tracked her agitated movements before shooting Spike, currently leaning against a counter and trimming his nails with his teeth, a warning look.
“I’m busy with this” she didn’t turn around again but simply pulled the sodden fabric up. “You go and I’ll follow later”. No way did she want to be alone with him. Not today anyway, when her emotions where all over the place for some reason. Imperceptibly she stiffened while she waited to see if he’d let her get away with it.
“Leave them until later” was his inflexible response, refusing to give her an inch. Angel didn’t even consider leaving them alone again. The unreasonable jealousy was new and totally unexpected, and as far as he was concerned going to very short-lived. He wanted her out of there now. He’d see to Spike later.
“I can’t the water’ll go cold” Cordelia returned calmly, still not turning round or acknowledging him in any other way. The tension in the room tightened to stormy proportions. Cordelia closed her eyes and forcibly tried to relax her tight shoulders.
“Now, Cordelia”. Angel growled. The hairs on the back of her neck rose at the savage undertone. She didn’t need to see his face to know he was seething at her disobedience. Aggravated beyond bearing, she whirled to face him after throwing the shirt back into the water and raising a big slash.
“Geeze do you ever say a complete sentence with words numbering more than two? Ever heard of conversation? Dialogue? Ya know- interaction and let’s not forget civilised debate” she asked in a high voice as she finally reached the end of her tether.
“She’s got you there, mate” inserted Spike gleefully.
“Shut up, Spike” Angel growled at the entertained vampire and then turned back to Cordelia with both brows lowered in warning. If she didn’t get her ass moving within roughly twenty seconds he’d haul her out of there himself, he decided and tensed his body, getting ready to pounce.
“Fine”. She gave in. It was fast becoming a habit that she hated with every fibre of her being but what choice did he leaver her? One day she’d find a way to get him back, she vowed fiercely and her eyes glittered with determination.
Angel didn’t move from his stance by the door until she marched past him but when he went to follow her out, Spike stopped him.
“Angel, considering the fact that you two can hardly swap a ‘civilised’ word” he smirked at that- that tickled him for some reason. “How about we change over. You have Red and I’ll take the Tigress. Could be interesting”? He offered facetiously, knowing exactly what the response would be, but figuring the brunette could do with a boost right now.
Cordelia’s eyes met Willows as they both stood just outside the door, listening with ears pricked and hearts beating fast. Cordelia’s in sudden pain and dread; while Willows- half in disappointment and half in excitement. They both held their breaths and waited for the dark vampire to reply to the generous offer.
Dumbfounded that Spike would dare ask that after the talk in the gardens earlier. Angel simply stared the other vampire out.
“Not a chance, Spike and if you ever bring this up again; I’ll ram your teeth down your throat” growled Angel viciously as fury hit him. He knew Cordelia was standing close enough to hear and he could just imagine how much joy she’d felt thinking she might be able to rid herself of him. Think again, Sweetheart.
The door slammed on the grinning, unabashed and utterly unfazed blonde vampire. Angel felt like putting his fist through the wooden door but managed to suppress the impulse. He hardly understood the strength of the irrational emotions almost constantly seesawing through him. All he knew for sure was that only Cordelia could bring them out.
Dark brown met wide hazel and the snarl stayed in place as he ground out. “Get in there” and jerked his head towards the room they shared. Too busy hiding the relief even she couldn’t explain to argue, Cordelia headed for the dubious sanctuary of their bedroom.
Angel followed close behind, his tall wide shouldered frame almost hiding Cordelia from view as Willow sent a tentative “goodnight” after them. Too absorbed in each other to hear it, neither spoke as the door was thudded shut behind the pair.
Still reeling a little from the mini storm; Cordelia watched him jerkily strip off his shirt, and powerless to resist temptation her eyes swept over the long length of his back, lingering to admire the graceful co-ordination of muscle evident even when his actions were less then smooth.
Moonlight filtered through the window which would soon be covered and shuttered to prevent any stray sunbeams once dawn broke. But for now there was ample light for her to see him by. Too ample she thought and gulped when his hands went to the waistband of his pants.
Cordelia cleared her suddenly dry throat. “So who’s first for the bathroom”? She asked, as a feeling of uncertainty swept through her. He was usually so aloof and distant that whenever he did lose his temper she was always left not knowing what to say or do.
“I’ll go first. I won’t be long” Angel barely spared her a glance before disappearing into the bathroom and soon enough she heard the shower running.
The water was hotter than most humans could bear it and soap suds pooled at his feet, waiting to drain away. Rivulets of water streamed down his body from the high pressure setting the vampire had set the shower head too, and steam was quickly filling the entire bathroom. Angel stood under it with his head bent, hands clenched and eyes closed, willing the pounding water to work its soothing magic.
His dark hair was plastered to his head and angrily he swept it back off his tension filled face. Muttering under his breath he lashed out at the tiled wall, managing at the last moment to open his fist so that it was only the flat of his palm that made contact with the tile, only cracking it instead of taking chunks of plaster off.
He dragged in deep un-needed breathes, trying to find a calm to counteract the storm. She’d wanted to stay with Spike, he was sure of it. Why else go so stiff and push him so hard when she knew it would only piss him off? Jealousy twisted and burned in his gut making his temper hotter.
Filled with a restless aggression Angel rubbed his hands over his face and neck. “It doesn’t matter what she wants. Only what she’s gonna get”. He hadn’t meant to say it out-loud but the running water drowned out the low snarl anyway. What would he do if she fell for Spike?
“Dust Spike and screw her senseless”. Oh he really wanted to do that. The second not the first and at times, most especially now; he wondered why he didn’t. No matter what she believed, she’d be dead by now, left alone with only Willow to help defend themselves. That meant he’d saved her life- ergo even by human standards- her life belonged to him.
How many times had he lain in his bed, with only a few feet separating them; listening to the deep even sound of her breathing and fighting an inner battle to not give in to the dark impulses crowding his mind and tensing his body? He understood Spike. Why ask when you could take?
Even under normal conditions he had the ability to just reach out take whatever he wanted, and there were few that could stop him; especially not some vulnerable girl lying soft warm and oh so insecure right within arms reach. Mouthy, confident and outspoken to a fault but so damned beautiful she made him ache. One day in the not too distant future he’d lose that battle and then..
The water continued to beat down on his neck and shoulders, running on down his chest where droplets clung to his nipples and then pooled in the nest of dark hair of his groin. With his face set in taut lines Angel fisted his erection, wrapping his long fingers around the thick, hard length that ached to be buried in warm, living female flesh. Too bad, he told himself even as he groaned in protest. This would have to do- for now.
Angel pictured her, asleep curled on her side with her glossy dark hair fanned out around her face. She still wore his shorts to bed, but they were thin and would rip easily away. His hand pumped up and down and his eyes closed and chin dropped to his chest. She wouldn’t hear him approach the bed, wouldn’t even know he was there until the bedcovers were thrown back.
Before she could rise from sleep he’d pull her over to lie flat on her back and then tear off the clothes she thought were a decent covering to hide her body from him. Angel gripped himself harder, squeezing tight and pumping harder as excitement tightened his balls. Those big honey coloured eyes would snap open and startled she’d instinctively grab onto the nearest thing for support- which would be him.
Angel hissed and groaned low in throat and his legs trembled under the weight of his spiralling need. She’d stare up into his face, recognising him instantly. Her full, rosy tipped breasts would shudder as understanding dawned but it would be too late. Exploring her properly would have to wait until after the first possession was done and couldn’t be undone.
Droplets of creamy fluid seeped from the head of his shaft as his fist rode his sex, rough now and he leant back against the stall and his glittering dark eyes opened a for moment to get lost in the thick steam. He didn’t see it. Only saw Cordelia underneath him- stripped and spread.
He’d cover her completely, she was not small for a woman but he’d still be bigger and much, much stronger. He’d push inside her and shit.. she’d be so hot and tight. His grip tightened and the veins throbbed with pulsing arousal. Angel quivered and imagined the feel of that hot sheath; clamping and clenching down on him. Even if she tried to heave him off, it would only drive him deeper inside. Oh god! it would feel so good.
He’d plunder her mouth and swallow her screams and cries with his, and the hot scent of sex and even hotter blood would fill the void in his dead lungs. Angel panted harshly and dropped back his head as his spine tingled and balls prickled with the approaching orgasm. His buttocks clenched and he pushed away from the wall to brace himself on the opposite side with one trembling hand and arm. The other carried on with its ministering, playing the part of her tight untried body and running with increasing frenzy alone his sex.
Angel opened his eyes again and now his fantasy invaded the shower with him and he saw Cordelia naked and kneeling in the shower with him. There was no trace of fear on her face, just pure unadulterated lust as she hungrily opened her mouth and swallowed the flushed head of his cock. He saw his own hand pumping while she flicked her hot pink tongue around the tip. Pleasure escalated into indescribable bliss, and transfixed he stared down at her wanton face with those rosy lips stretched to take his plunging cock deep inside the heated cavern of her mouth.
His hips thrust harder; pushing himself inside and past those full lips and she just took him. Grunts of strained pleasure pushed out of his mouth as he started to come. He refused to close his eyes and watched her open that luscious mouth a final time to take his seed as it shot out with explosive force from him into her.
Utterly drained, Angel slid to the floor of the stall and once again felt the water pattering on his back. He shook his head and dragged a shaky hand through his sodden locks of hair. He was alone just like he’d known he would be. Still trembling with the force of his release he dragged himself back upright and turned off the water.