"Enough," Michael commanded, causing me to shiver at the desire in his voice. Michael put both legs between mine, pushing up until I lay spread eagle. Swallowing thickly, my heart beat rapidly in anticipation as Michael lined up our centers. The tip of him brushed the entrance to my heat, and I squirmed.
Thankfully, Michael didn't have the same addiction that Lucifer had to teasing and pressed forward, filling and stretching me. One hand gripped the sheets beneath me, and the other clawed at Michael's shoulder. Michael let out a low gurgling moan as he pushed completely inside. My legs wrapped around his waist, drawing him as close as possible, and still, it wasn't enough.
"Move, please," I begged him. That's right, I wasn't too proud to beg. I wanted him. I had since the moment I laid eyes on him and his brothers. Now that I had a chance to have him, I was going to take full advantage.
Michael locked eyes with me, the intense desire in his eyes combined with his cock inside of me was almost enough to set me off again. When he began to move, my breath caught. Pleasure rippled through me, rubbing me so completely I couldn't hold back my voice. I screamed and moaned, I yowled like a cat in heat, anything to make him keep going.
While my core was filled to the brim, the rest of me felt sorely left out. It was one of those moments that made me wish Lucifer and Gabriel were around. I needed more hands.
As if sensing my need, Michael's arm wrapped around me, lifting me up and pressing his mouth to my neck. He bit and sucked at my skin, while my front rubbed against his, causing a wondrous friction on my nipples. In our new position, I had more leverage and took full control of our movements.
I slammed myself down onto Michael’s cock, groaning as he hit the deepest point of me. I moved in a hip thrusting motion so my breasts and clit could brush against him. The combination of being touched in so many places was becoming too much. I could feel my climax coming once more, and I welcomed it.
Months of teasing and foreplay with no release had wound me so tight I had feared I'd never get some relief. Now that I knew my blood could make them whole, I planned on using it to take my fill of them.
Slutty? Maybe. But who was going to judge me? God? The guys had been more than happy to share my attention, I couldn't imagine it would be any different now.
I cried out as Michael took over our movements. He thrust into me so powerfully that all I could do was hold on for dear life. One more strong thrust and I was gone. My head reeled, my legs and arms tightened around him, trapping him against me. Michael didn't let up though, even while I was careening over the edge. It only made him move faster. His breathing came in rampant spurts, and sweat covered both our bodies, making us slip and slide against each other. By the time Michael grunted out his release, I'd already come down from my high and hit it again. Talk about stamina!
Collapsing on the bed, our breathing was the only sound in the room. Eyes closed, I reveled in the after-sex euphoria. My body felt light, almost like I could float up to the ceiling at any moment. I'd forgotten what it felt like to feel so loose and relaxed. I guess all I needed was a good poke to solve my problems.
"Is it always like this?" Michael asked after a moment, turning beside me.
I peeked open my eyes to look at him, my lids still too heavy to function fully. "Like what?"
"An uncontrollable release of hormones." Michael's brow furrowed, and his lips thinned from pressing them together too tightly.
I stared at him for a moment, trying to figure out what he was asking. Then a horrible idea came to my mind. A horrible, hilarious thought that couldn't possibly be true.
Shooting up in bed, I turned to face him a wicked grin on my lips. "Michael, were you a virgin?"
Michael's brow rose. "Of course not. I've had sexual contact with several female angels, some of which were at the same time."
I held my hand up, suddenly not so giddy to tease him. "I get it. Angel orgies. But weren't those times the same as this?" I gestured around us.
"No," Michael answered, shaking his head, his sweat-coated hair clinging to his face. "For one, angels do not secrete bodily fluids." He ran his hand down the side of my body, the sweat that had cooled there warming at his touch. "And the females are not so vocal or enthusiastic."
I blushed. "Well, to be fair, I'm not usually so vocal either. I've always been a screamer, but that was excessive even for me." I cocked my head to the side. "What do you mean, not as enthusiastic? Don't they like sex?"
"Sure, they do." Michael mused. "But they pretty much just lay there, while you were taking control of the act." His fingers moved down my side and to my hip, curving over it. "Taking as much as giving."
His words caused hot desire to rush through me once more, and I could think of nothing more than climbing on top of him and showing him how much I enjoyed our workout. With a coy grin, I put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a push. I towered over him, pressing my slick heat along his growing cock.
Rocking against him, I said, "That wasn't taking. I can show you taking. I'll make you scream my name, begging me to let you cum. I like sex, Michael. The only reason I've gone so long without it is because of you and the others, but now that touching you is an option? I plan to make up for all the orgasms you have denied me." I reached between us, lifting my hips to position myself over him. As I sank down on his already thickened cock, I groaned out, "Starting right now."
Michael didn't stop me from riding him. In fact, he only grasped my hips with the barest of touches. But he watched. Oh, did he watch. His eyes moved between my face, my breasts, and where we connected. I didn't know why that made it even hotter, but it did. I pushed against his abs as I rode him, glancing down to watch him move in and out of me every once in a while. The sight was truly erotic.
Just as I was about to reach my peak once more, Michael flipped us over. He slipped out of me just long enough for him to turn me on to my stomach. His arm wrapped around my stomach and lifted my backside and then he pushed inside of me once more. At a teeth-clenching pace, he thrust into me. The angle we were at had him hitting a spot inside of me that was so intense I could hardly breathe, let alone scream.
When I hit my climax this time, I didn't expect it. It hit me so fast and hard that my knees buckled and only Michael's arm kept me upright while he finished with a rumble that vibrated through my spine.
Michael released me, letting me sink into the bed. A boneless feeling overwhelmed me, a stupid grin on my face as Michael leaned down and whispered, "I believe I will be doing the taking from now on."
I waved a lazy hand at him. "You do that."
My eyes started to close when a pounding on my door woke me slightly. I didn't have a chance to answer or even get up before Mandy came bursting in. Wearing jeans, and a blazer over a t-shirt, she stomped into my apartment like she owned the place.
"What the hell, you can't answer your phone?" she yelled, staring down at her own. Without looking up, she turned toward the kitchen area. Searching the counter, she snatched something up in her hand. “Ah hah! I knew your phone wasn’t lost and it’s even on, so then why aren’t you answering —”
Mandy spun around, her words catching in her throat as her eyes found Michael still leaning over me completely naked.
I laughed at the dumbfounded look on her face, causing her to turn her gaze on me. Shifting on the bed, I smiled. "Hey, Mandy. Meet Michael. You know, the archangel."
14
The way Mandy stared at Michael would have been hilarious had he not been as butt naked. I got the drool factor, I really did, but a part of me wanted to lash at her with my blunt nails.
Man, I needed a manicure.
“Mandy,” I called her name, grabbing the sheet of my bed and covering myself. “You can stop staring at him now.”
My best friend blinked and slowly her gaze moved from Michael to land on me. Her mouth opened and closed, her finger pointing at him. “That’s Michael.”