Saving Landon Part 32

I had been patient long enough.

She was finally, conclusively mine.

And I intended to take that privilege.

The rest of the band knew I was going to be in the bus, and didn't want to be disturbed. They were free to enjoy their after-party with the others, and to drag their designated, temporary f.u.c.k-buddies back to the bus to do the deed.

But they understood the rule.

n.o.body bothers Trent.

To my satisfaction, Angel was sitting exactly where I'd left her. Her eyes clearly traced the outlines of my muscles as I took her by the hand, pulling her back into my embrace.

I discovered to my unending satisfaction that she was putty in my f.u.c.king hands. Everything was right in the world, set back to where we had been interrupted.

But I wasn't counting on a minor detail.

The kiss felt f.u.c.king fantastic.

When I felt her lips brush up against mine, sparks fired off in the back of my head. It was on another level entirely.

Didn't know a kiss could taste so good...

Before, it had always come off as just an agreement, signing a contract of services about to be rendered. A kiss prior to stripping them bare and losing myself.

But this?

I didn't know what to do with this.

Neither did Angel. Her chest was heaving against me, and in the low lighting I could see her eyes, furtively searching my own. It was almost as if they were saying, I don't know what we're doing. What are YOU doing? What are WE doing?

I didn't really have an answer.

So I closed mine, bending in for another powerful kiss, pulling her light body up against mine. Her hands rested against my shoulders, almost pus.h.i.+ng me away, but sliding around the back of my neck instead.

I could hear her moan into the kiss, and G.o.d f.u.c.king dammit if that didn't make me harder than stone where it mattered.

We slid backwards, down onto the bed. Circ.u.mstances put her lying on top of me, and I pulled her down into another deep, satisfying kiss. I nipped her bottom lip with my teeth, tugging lightly to excite her, but hard enough to vent out my s.e.xual frustration.

This has been a long time coming, I thought to myself. And I intend on making the most of it.

I let one hand lightly tug at her miniskirt, while the other slapped down hard against her a.s.s. She yelped, almost jumping up, but I wouldn't let her leave me. Instead, my teeth tugged at her lower lip again, inviting her down further.

I could taste her desire.

I could feel her racing heartbeat.

I could sense her nervousness, her anxiety.

These things only pumped more blood into the stiffening tool between my legs, pus.h.i.+ng up against her. My c.o.c.k ached for fulfillment, strained for release against her. It sensed her furious, hungry need, and it wanted to satisfy.

With the slightest s.h.i.+ft of my body, it was pus.h.i.+ng right where it mattered most up between her thighs, her positioning meaning that with just the smallest movements...

Angel matched my grinding, pus.h.i.+ng against my rock-hard c.o.c.k in the semi-darkness. Her breathing was audible now, and I kissed her pa.s.sionately, pressing my tongue up between her lips and against her own.

My c.o.c.k flexed against her.

Yes, I thought to it. I was so close to shredding her clothes from her body and fulfilling my aching need with her.

This is happening.

No surprises this time.

You'll get your prize.

With our tongues still writhing against each other's, I easily flipped her to her back, climbing on top of her.

My conquest was lying beneath me, trembling. The small amount of light reflected over her eyes, and I dove in for another hungry, delicious kiss...

Wait.

Something's not right.

There was something in her eyes.

Something I didn't like.

Was she...about to CRY?

"What's the matter?" I asked, half seriously but half angrily.

"N-n-nothing," she whimpered.

A deep sigh slid involuntarily from my chest. "Tell me. What's the problem."

"It's nothing, I swear."

"It's not nothing."

"No, it's just...I'm..."

"You're what."

She was seriously testing my patience now.

My conquest, still lying beneath me, turned her gaze away. I wasn't having any of that, so I clamped both sides of her jaw with a strong grip and physically turned her back.

"Tell me."

She trembled harder.

Her entire body was quivering now.

"I'm not...I just..."

Spit. It. The. f.u.c.k. Out.

"I'm a virgin."

It struck me like a sack of bricks.

I almost laughed.

"You're a virgin."

She nodded quietly, turning away again.

"With a body like this... How the f.u.c.k are you still a virgin?"

She blushed, but there was still ample shame plastered across her face. My lay was taking this seriously to heart.

But that's when I realized.

A virgin.

My rightful place.

"Well...that just means we'll be going a little slower, doesn't it?" I whispered to her, trying to sound as tender as I possibly could.

She turned back.

"You'd...do that?"

"You're d.a.m.n right I would."

Angel looked me in the eyes. Even in the low light, I couldn't tell what was going through her head in the slightest. After a moment that felt like a f.u.c.king eternity, she nodded.

"Okay."

I reached down and fondly planted my lips against hers, giving her a deep, loving kiss. I didn't even have to pretend it was so easy to bend for her, to hold back from the hunger of my usual pa.s.sion.

Carefully, delicately, I guided her out of the rest of her clothes. Soon, she was stripped bare beneath me, her body opened up for the taking.

Her t.i.ts looked fantastic.

Her shaved little p.u.s.s.y was glistening.

Her skin was ready for my pleasure.

But...

But.

I couldn't believe it. I had never, ever hesitated before taking a partner before. After scores of groupies and doing as I pleased with their bodies...it was alien to me to actually care about any of them for longer than the moment.

"Is...is something wrong?" She asked timidly.

"No," I answered immediately, guiding her attention away from any perceived, misplaced dissatisfaction she might have feared from me. "No, everything's fine."

"You're...not doing anything," she observed quietly. She must have become self-conscious; her thighs rubbed together lightly, toes curling, and she was subtly shrinking into herself.

"I'm just savoring the moment," I told her, although I wasn't fooling anybody.

I sat down beside her on the bed, furious with myself, bitterly arguing with my sudden bout of stupid, idiotic hesitance.

My conquest was here.

She was ripe, and ready for the plucking. Not only that, but every furious ounce of gritty, hungry l.u.s.t within me screamed: you're going to be FIRST.

"This doesn't feel right," I felt my lips speak, hearing my own words definitively betray me.

"Wh-what do you mean?"

Angel was sitting up now, hiding her exposed body behind part of the comforter. She was clutching it against her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, her legs wrapped together beneath her.

"I..."

I didn't have words.

But she was concerned now.

Scared.

I needed to have the right words.

"I don't think I can do this to you," I heard myself whisper as I turned away. "As much as I want to f.u.c.k you like an animal and just let you fall to the wayside... I don't think I can do that to you."

It was like an out-of-body experience. Wherever this sudden anxiety, this conscience had come from, it was forcing my body to react on its own. Something deep down inside me held me back. It refused, revolted, rebelled against absolutely defiling her.

I knew that's exactly what would happen otherwise.

Without any hesitation, I could rock her world. I would bring her to fresh levels of bliss that she could barely fathom, let alone crave.

She was virginal.

She had no idea what I could do to her.

But I did.