Angel: Rochon Bears (20 page)

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ngel held his bear back
. He wanted to roar in happiness. Shout it from the rooftops that he was with his mate. But now wasn’t the time. That time would come when he would be able to seal them together forever with his bonding bite. He would pass some of himself into her so she would be able to carry their young and grow older more slowly.

There wouldn’t be anything he didn’t know about his mate. Some mated couples said they could almost tell what the other was thinking. His brother swore that he knew exactly what his Gemma was feeling. It was different for every pair, but Angel knew that he and his girl would be two hearts and two minds that worked as one. It was what his bear wanted and needed. Now Angel could trust that the fates would make sure that is what they received.

Not wanting to risk losing control and accidently biting his mate, Angel pulled back and listened to the ragged cry of his girl. It was a good sound, one full of pleasure and anticipation.

Part of him wanted to keep playing with her, but the other part wanted to fill her with his cum. He knew he was taking a risk not using protection, but there was no way he could do that now that he knew who she was.

Angel set a pace that made them both moan and shudder in pleasure. When he felt Becca’s pussy start to tighten, he would slow down and listen to her whimper and buck under him.

“Not yet,” he kept telling her.

He knew that she was close, and it wouldn’t take anything to send her over. But he wanted it to last, to make her realize that they could have this all the time. His love for her kept growing, his heart getting bigger and bigger to hold it all in. He wanted so much for her to feel the same about him.

Angel took his cues from his mate and kept her right on the edge, making sure she was ready for him.

“My Becks wants to come? You want to scream my name and milk the cum out of me, don’t you?”

“Yes, yes, Angel, I do.”

Becca was no longer thinking about anything but the mind blowing sensations Angel was giving her. Her mind kept wanting her to beg to be released; her hands were itching to touch him. She wanted to put her mouth on him and taste him like he was doing to her.

She lost track of time; her only thought was on the release she so desperately needed. Every time she got close, Angel would trip her up. It was a masterful game that if she wasn’t feeling so good, she would be annoyed at.

But she couldn’t be annoyed. Angel had every nerve cell firing and pinging through her. She didn’t want it to end. It was as good as last time, probably better if she could compare them. Her past relationships always had her making sure her partner came and felt good but never herself. She thought that not being greedy showed how much she cared. Becca fought her natural instincts to claw and scratch for her pleasure and to take care of her partner. It seemed that Angel was the one making sure she didn’t miss out now. It was heady and beautiful that he was as giving as he was. She didn’t doubt his intentions were all on getting her off, that was the part that felt loving instead of selfish. Angel was giving it to her good now, his hips forcing her to stop analyzing and listen to her body. His pace was fast, and his hand had slid between them.

His thumb worked over her clit, not touching it directly. Just enough to have her mewling and whimpering. She would normally be embarrassed by making such a racket, but it seemed to turn Angel on even more. He would make a noise deep in his chest that sounded like a rumble that she could feel and hear.

“Becks, you ready?”

“I’ve been ready,” she hissed.

“I know you have. That’s one.”

Becca’s pussy clenched at the word. It was so simple, just a number. To her and Angel, it meant more than that. It meant they were in tune, that they were going to come apart together.

Her legs were starting to cramp from being tied up, but she didn’t care. Her whole body felt like a knot that needed to unravel.

“I can’t wait,” she cried.

“Yes, you can. That’s two.”

Becca could feel the sting start in her clit. Angel’s thumb now rubbed over the hard bundle of nerves. They were screaming for their moment, and it finally came.

“Three.”

Becca felt her body lock as she exploded under Angel. Her scream was hoarse and painful, though nothing compared to the hot searing spasms that were rocking through her.

She felt Angel pound into her, his hips thrusting harder and faster until he let out a loud roar that was louder than hers. Becca could feel the hot jets of cum coating her inside. It soothed her tissues at the same time it added to her pleasure.

“My girl coming sounds like a symphony. Music to my ears, baby.” Touching Becca was like playing one of his instruments. Manipulating the pressure and tempo to make the most beautiful music. He used to think his guitar made the most beautiful music; now he knew it was making his woman come that was the best sound of all.

Becca had stopped screaming and was now trying to catch her breath. Her muscles were jerking and twitching from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Angel was laying on her, trying to keep his weight shifted to the side. She felt his hands trail over her, and she almost wanted to protest. Her skin too sensitive for even the lightest touch.

Then she felt her legs being released. She eased them down, the muscles protesting. Her arms were released next, and instinctually, she wrapped them around Angel and pulled him closer to her.

Intertwined, their bodies touching at every possible spot, they recovered together.

Angel was so happy with his cock still resting inside his mate. His cum marked her from the inside, making her his in at least one way.

His bear was content, almost silent in his mind. Just his utter happiness was the only thing coming through. Angel didn’t want Becca to start talking. He was afraid of what she could say. There was no way he was leaving, so he needed to make that clear to her before she got any ideas.

“Sleep. You need your rest,” he ordered. He held his breath waiting to see if she would protest.

But she snuggled her face into his neck, and he heard her take in his scent before she sighed.

“Mkay,” she mumbled.

Good to know fucking her brains out kept her from arguing with him. Something for him to remember.

Angel kissed his mate on the forehead and started to drift off to sleep. He dreamed of what it would be like if she woke up and told him she was his.

B
ecca was having
a serious case of Déjà vu. She woke up wrapped in the arms of a man after a night of fantastic sex. She didn’t move, didn’t want to wake him up and have to discuss—well, anything.

Angel had woken her up at some unknown hour and had finally let her taste him. Becca had him calling out her name as she worked his cock with her mouth and hands. She sucked, licked, and pumped him until he was moaning and bucking under her. Although it wasn’t really at her pace since he was directing that with his hands on her head. She still controlled everything else. It was still amazing and a revelation to Becca on how this power game could be played. On the outside, he was still in control, but she held the power in her hands and her mouth. They felt like equals in the dark. Age didn’t matter, nor life experience, likes or dislikes; it was just the two of them, together.

The one thing she couldn’t understand was how she could feel so onboard the previous night, and this morning, she felt like she’d made a mistake. Fourteen years was not chump change. It was different decades that their prime life experiences were made up in. In fact, he was still going through his, or he should be. Her self-sacrificing side wanted her to set him free from the shackles that would be her life for him. Granted, they would be having a life together or could have if she wasn’t so scared of putting herself out there again.

What Becca should be doing was encouraging him to do something with his music. Either go to school or move out of their little town to pursue his dreams. She could be that person, the one that gave him the push into the big wide world. When he was famous and being interviewed in the future, he would tell the cute story about the older woman that gave him the courage to expand his horizons.

Wow, she thought she was a guru now. St. Rebecca of the lost musicians. She should make up business cards and open her own business.

Geezus, she was thinking way too much of herself. She needed to focus on extricating herself from the hard warm body next to her. Get into the shower, assess the number of hickeys Angel had put on her and get to work.

Glancing at the clock, she saw she was up early. That meant more time she needed to kill before escaping. Fuck.

She held her breath as she listened to his deep even breathing. He wasn’t even a snorer, damn him. Deciding if she could get in the shower without him waking, she could get dressed and begin controlling the situation.

Angel’s heavy arm was wrapped around her waist, tucked in tight against her tummy. Normally not a position she would be comfortable in. She’d woken up a few times when Angel was petting and squeezing her stomach. It was like a cat kneading. He had made a low noise that almost sounded like a purr but was more of a rumble. It was weird but soothing, so she fell back asleep without much more thought.

Reaching for that arm now, she lifted it just enough to try and slide out. His breathing didn’t change, so she did a maneuver that had her sliding off the bed onto her knees. Turning back, she saw he hadn’t moved, and his eyes were still closed.

She thought about crawling to the bathroom, but she wasn’t that pathetic, yet. Not taking a chance, she got to her feet as quietly as possible and made her way to the bathroom. Glancing back to make sure she wasn’t being watched, she reached the door and snuck behind it. Turning the knob in her hand, she slowly closed it before releasing the handle to shut the door. She thought about locking it, but the click would be way too loud.

Turning towards the mirror, she took in her blonde hair looking much like a wild animal had built a nest in it. There under her chin started the love bruises that sprinkled down her neck, across her chest and a few over her breasts. Those she didn’t need to hide; the others meant she’d be sporting another scarf. If she was going to stick around Angel, she’d have to add to her collection.

But she wasn’t going to be sticking around. There would be no need to add scarves since she would be able to abandon them soon. That thought made her sad. There was no denying that feeling that made her stomach twist and her heart ache. But she was being an adult, making the hard but right decision. At least, that was what she was telling herself.

Turning on the shower, she let it heat up. She stepped in and let the hot water cascade over her. It stung her sensitive flesh, but it was needed. She couldn’t spend the day at work smelling Angel’s cologne on her skin. Reminding her of how after she’d given him that blow job, he’d flipped her over and fucked her hard and fast. It was spectacular, and another one of those moments that she felt like she was in control by making him lose his.

Becca paused as she reached for her shampoo. It was the scent that Angel brought up all the time. Maybe it was time to switch to a different brand. Start over with a new scent that wouldn’t be another reminder of Angel.

Not having any other options, she lathered her hair. She was on to letting her conditioner mellow when she felt the cool rush of air as the curtain was pulled back.

Angel was awake.

He stepped in behind her, his arms immediately circling her waist. His mouth was at her neck giving her a hot kiss.

“Morning,” he said, his voice low and rough from sleep.

“Hey,” she managed. Becca could feel his erection pressing into her back. There was no way she could have sex with him again this morning and keep on her plan.

“I’ve got to get to work,” she tried.

“Me too. Busy day today,” he said, dragging his teeth along the chord of her neck.

Shit, that felt amazing. But she couldn’t get distracted.

“Wouldn’t we both be more efficient if you let me finish my shower? I just need to rinse my hair and soap up, and I’ll be done.”

“Let me help; it will go faster,” he offered.

Becca was absolutely one hundred percent sure that him helping would not be faster.

She heard the top of her bodywash pop open and the sound of him squirting it out. She was holding her breath expecting to feel his hands on her neck. Instead, the rough texture of her loofah was applied to her back.

Angel scrubbed her gently but quickly, not lingering, no seducing.

“Turn around and rinse your hair while I get your front.

Becca did not want to turn around. Another one of the absolute things that she knew. But she did to expedite the process.

She raised her hands up and turned around, keeping her eyes closed mostly to keep the conditioner from getting in. Also, because she didn’t want to see Angel looking all wet and sexy in front of her. Her mind could come up with a fairly accurate representation of what that must look like all on its own.

The loofah started on her arms, running down both them. He swirled it around her breasts and just skated over the top of her pussy. Then she heard him crouch, and her legs were being washed.

Dear god, he was face to face with her pussy in the shower. It was like a scene out of a soft core porn that was on late at night.
Oh, did I drop the soap?

But the loofah travelled back up her body, and Becca turned to rinse off. She opened her eyes to stare ahead at the wall in front of her.

“You going to wash me?” His voice came from behind her.

“Uh, I really need to dry my hair before work.” That was a lame excuse. Becca knew she was getting desperate.

“Okay then. One last thing then you can get out,” he said, his hands coming back around her body. He pulled her tight to him, and his teeth scored over her shoulder.

“Wh—what?” she stammered.

“This,” he said, as his hand slid down her belly and dipped between her folds.

Becca reached down to grab his wrists. “Angel—”

“Just a quick one, Becks. Just for you.”

Becca wanted to say no. But his middle finger was dragging through her pussy causing it to get even wetter. Her juices pooled over his finger.

“That’s it; drench my finger so I can taste you after,” he ordered.

Like she had a choice. Her body was betraying her; it was so in tune to him that she knew it wouldn’t take much to set her off.

That middle finger teased through her lips a few more times before dipping inside her.

“Yes.” she moaned.

“Ride my hand, Becks. Do it fast and hard,” he commanded.

There wasn’t a chance no matter what her immediate plans were that she was going to deny one more orgasm from Angel. The possibility that this would be the last one she may ever have from him was not lost on her.

Becca made fast work of grinding her pussy down on the two fingers he’d slid into her. His palm was pushed against her clit and was pressing down as he thrust his fingers into her.

She expected him to draw this out, make her beg. She wasn’t prepared as he leaned close to her ear and said, “Three.”

Becca came hard, slapping her hand against the shower wall as her pussy clenched around his fingers. Her body locked and shuddered as she came. Angel’s fingers didn’t stop moving, dragging every last drop out of her. She felt her legs give out, and his arm tightened around her waist.

“I’ve got you,” he said against her head.

Spots still danced in front of her eyes. She wanted to be strong and hold herself up. But that wasn’t going to be possible. Her knees were shaking, and she couldn’t catch her breath.

As she panted, she saw his hand come up from between her legs. It disappeared behind her, and there was a pause before he said, “Delicious.”

Oh, god. Why did he have to do those things? It was erotic and made him all the more tempting. She had to be strong.

“I have to get ready for work.”

“Go. I’ll be out in a minute,” he said as he released her waist.

Becca chickened out and didn’t look behind her as she got out. Pulling the curtain closed, she wrapped herself in a towel. The urge to run into the other room was itching at her. Why didn’t she keep a spare hairdryer and makeup in her bedroom? She decided to put it on her to-do list as soon as she had some spare time.

Since he was still in the shower, she did run out to the bedroom and got a bra and underwear on before wrapping herself back in the towel. A little scrap of fabric gave her the feeling that she had some piece of armor on against Angel.

It wasn’t much, but she couldn’t stand drying her hair fully dressed. It was a weird quirk that even in her desperation to distance herself from Angel, she couldn’t get over.

Becca stepped back into the bathroom just in time to see Angel wrapping a towel around his waist.

“I wish I could stay, but I need to run home for clean clothes before work.”

Oh, thank goodness
.

“I understand. I need to go too.”

“Can I see you later?”

“Uh—” Becca didn’t know what to say. They were standing in her bathroom, him naked, her barely dressed. Was this an appropriate time to break up? They weren’t even dating. She shouldn’t need to break up at all.

“How about lunch today?”

“I can’t. I have a working lunch. We are putting together our budget for next year. We do it every year. They order in; it’s fun,” she said, not meeting his eyes.

Grabbing her hairdryer, she started combing out her hair and then flipped the switch drowning out the noise in her head.

Angel didn’t let that deter him; he just spoke louder. “How about dinner tonight?”

Becca shook her head, “I’m picking up a shift at the food bank to cover for me missing last week. How about I call you?”

Becca was afraid to even look at him. If she did, she might start crying. Everything inside her felt like it was sinking and collapsing as she pushed him away. She wanted him, wanted him to stay, and be there when she came home. He made her feel great about herself, comfortable in her own body. He made her feel special. It’s scared the living shit out of her.

Angel paused, trying to catch her eye. When she wouldn’t look at him, her gaze focused on her hair, he turned her around.

“Becks?”

She finally looked up at him and wasn’t surprised this time to be taken back by how handsome he was. Now he was looking concerned, his eyes searching hers. What he was looking for she wasn’t about to give him.

“What?” She glanced away as the tears started to well.

“Is something wrong? Are you upset?”

She tried to turn back away from him. “No, why would I be?”

Angel kept her facing him. “Look at me. Was it something I did?”

“No, I had a great time,” she said lamely.

“A great time. That’s what we had? A ‘time’? What does that mean? Why do you look so upset if we had such a great time?”

She could see his worried gaze now was tinged in anger. The same look he had the last time she tried to effectively dismiss him.

“Yes, last night was fun. Now I have to go to work. I don’t want to be late.” This time, when she tried to turn, he let her. She met his gaze in the mirror.

“I’ll call you.” The words came out like a gunshot. She could see it and feel it. So could Angel.

Angel stared hard at her. This time, Becca couldn’t look away. She felt like throwing up, hoping it would purge the sick she was feeling. She only had herself to blame for feeling so rotten. Being a bitch was not a normal state of being for her. The last week she had become a master at it, and it made her feel like shit.

“Yeah, call me,” he said, his jaw flexing.

Becca watched as he turned and left the bathroom, pulling the door behind him. It didn’t latch, so she could hear him banging around in the other room. She waited to see if he would come back into the bathroom. He didn’t. The front door slamming was the last thing she heard.

As she looked back into the mirror, she saw the tear she hadn’t felt fall, trailing down her cheek.

Why did this hurt so much?