AUTHORS: dru as Angel & Evil Willow as Lindsey (Go worship the goddess that is EW!)
SERIES: Chance Encounters
PREQUEL TO: Chance Encounters
Version : Lindsey-Angel
PAIRING : Angel/Lindsey
RATING : NC17 (highly slashy
with plenty of salty goodness!)
DISCLAIMER : We do not own these
characters. We just like putting them in lewd positions!
NOTE: We wrote this as role-play
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our lab- okay, so it wasn't really *work*. It was more like play!
DEDICATION: This fic is for
Vicky who been cheering us both on for our fics! She's been begging EW for more
Lindsey, and been encouraging me to write him. So we hope she likes this!
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THE ELEVATOR
We get
to my building in record time - we're both really horny, I guess; I know I am.
We reach the elevator and the 'elevator guy' asks us which floor. Well, Angel
literally shoves the poor man out of the elevator and then hits the 'Close
Doors button. Guess he didn't want another unappreciative audience for whatever
he's planning on doing to me on the elevator ride up to the 15th
floor. He turns to look at me and it makes my knees weak. I do manage to hit
the '15', though as he approaches me, stalking me.
Oh
shit, ain't this perfect? I've never been this horny, for elevator sex. Of
course perhaps I was and there just weren't
elevators
at the time, cause I got pretty damn randy for Spike and Darla.
I
walk over and press him against the wall. His chest heaves and I take the time
to run my fingers over each button on his shirt as my hand travels downward. I
feel him practically jump as I lightly run my finger up and down the fly of his
jeans.
His
breath hitches and I laugh seductively before leaning over him and pushing the
'stop' button. "No interruptions." I whisper as I slowly undo his top
button. "No hesitations." I whisper as I undo the next.
"And
*no* pauses." I whisper as I undo the next two. I look into his eyes,
"I'm gonna make you feel what you've never felt before." I lean close
to him and close my eyes as I inhale his aroma. Masculine and hot. I can hear
the blood rushing through his veins, practically *feel* his heartbeat burning
my ears.
"And
I *will* see you thrash around beneath me when you come," I lean into his
ear, "When I come inside you..."
Oh,
fuck. I have no doubt in my mind that he'll damn well have me thrashing around,
because just at the sound of his voice and the things he said, I nearly came just
now. And whenever he actually gets around to touching me, fucking me... well,
I'm already feeling things I've never felt before.
I
can imagine how much more intense this is gonna get, but I'm not walking away
or pushing away this time. "I want you," I say, my voice husky with
desire. I run my hands up his arms and feel the strength in them. "No
doubts, no hesitations, no pauses," I add with a smile, just before he
kisses me again, pressing me against the wall of the elevator.
I
push his shirt to the side, not off, just to the side so I can have a look at
his skin. Tanned. Unblemished. Perfect. But then again, in this state, I'd
think tire tracks looked sexy on him. Shit, this is too fucking much.
Was
I always this damned sex crazed? Or is it him?
I
kiss him softly before moving down his jaw line, over his collarbone and lave a
nipple while my fingers work his button and fly. I can't wait any longer. I
*have* to touch him and godfuckingdammit he's so fucking hot in my hand,
throbbing with life. SHIT.
"UNNNGH!"
Okay, Lins, breathe. Necessary to keep enjoying this night. But fucking hell,
Angel's hand is on my cock. And his skin is cool, which feels good. So's his
tongue - "Angel!" I yell when he bites playfully at my nipple. If this
is how he's planning on killing me then I can't think of a more enjoyable way
to go.
I
grab his head and kiss him as he starts stroking my cock, firmly. I thrust up
into his hand, shit it feels so good. I push my tongue into his mouth again and
he whimpers, sucking on my tongue. I smile against his mouth but eventually I
have to come up for breath.
"Stop,"
I gasp, closing my hand over his, stopping him for the moment. He gives me a
'not again' look and I shake my head. "Not that," I say. "I
just... you're too good at that and I don't want to come without you inside
me." He smiles, a very mischievous look, and starts stroking me again.
That look, it gives me a hunch that he's not planning on me only having one
orgasm tonight.
"Sweet
Lindsey," I whisper before kissing him softly. "I thought I said an
'all-nighter', and that *does* imply multiple times."
I
see him vaguely mouth the words: multiple times. I smile before stroking him
again, a little faster before kissing him again. "You know, Lindsey,"
I say against his lips, "I *will* be inside you, make no mistake about
that."
I
kiss him again as I stroke him harder. "I very much wanna be inside
you."
Shit, I'm so fucking ready for him, I'm gonna come when
he does.
"Oh
god," I moan as he strokes me, faster and harder. I clutch at his arms and
he kisses me again, playfully nipping at my lower lip. I tear my mouth away as
I feel my orgasm approaching. "Shit, Angel, I'm gonna come."
I
look into his eyes as he says:
"Come
for me, Lindsey. Do it, Baby." I whisper in a husky voice.
"FUUUUUCK!"
I scream as my orgasm hits me, hard. He continues to stroke me gently, working
me down and he kisses me, so tenderly. He removes his hand eventually and runs
both hands up my chest, playing with my nipples as he continues to kiss me. I
moan and suddenly realize that I'm not participating as much as I could be.
We'll
just have to fix that, then.
I
break the kiss and grin at him and he gives me that suspicious, 'what are you planning,
you evil lawyer' look I remember from back in L.A.. "Damn, Angel," I
say, letting a little of my southern drawl sneak out. "That was good. But
then, I guess you *have* got about two hundred fifty years of experience."
I
shrug and say, "And me? I'm just a twenty-five year old kid but I plan on
seeing if I can make *you* scream like that, too." I push *him* back
against the wall and chuckle as the wary look stays on his face.
"Relax,"
I say, running a finger down the buttons of his red satin shirt. "I won't
hurt ya... unless you ask me to." He blinks at that and I chuckle. If I
hadn't heard all the stories from Darla, I wouldn't have even said that. But I
am a little surprised that the great, noble Angel still gets off on the kinkier
side of life. Too bad I don't have any whips or chains. "We just might
have to improvise." Shit. Did I say that out loud?
Yeah,
the way he looks at me, I did. But he looks turned on, not appalled. So, good.
File those ideas away for later. Right now, though... I walk closer to him and
start to unbutton his shirt, kissing every inch of skin that I reveal along the
way. I want to hear him say *my* name, whether it's a moan, yell or whimper I
don't care. He's just gonna do it.
Once
his shirt is unbuttoned, I kneel down on the floor in front of him. He groans
and his eyes never leave my face. I don't think he thinks I'll actually go
through with it. But he doesn't know how many times, how many nights I dreamt
about what it would feel like, how he would taste. So now that he's actually
here and wanting me, well, like I said, I'm gonna see if I can make him scream
like he did me.
Shit,
I always was a sucker for an accent, of course I *had* one so perhaps it was
self-admiration. But whatever it is, he's got my attention as he- oh shit he's
good. He must been talking to Darla. A lot. Gods his mouth... feels so fucking
good... OH FUCK HE'S DOWN ON HIS FUCKING KNEES!
I
moan as I see the resolve in his eyes and reach out to balance myself or hold
myself up, which ever happens to keep me right here in front of him as he
starts to undo my pan- FUCK ME!
THE
GODDAMNED ELEVATOR IS MOVING!
Shit!
He looks up at me and I see that my fingers actually found balance on, well,
the entire button panel. I look down and hand him the panel. "Guess you
really rock my world." I say with a laugh.
"I
made *something* move." He whispers.
"You make a lot of things move." I say as the elevator continues upward.
I
smile at that and return to the task at hand. I have been told I can be very
persistent, very intent on finishing what I start. Granted, right now what I
almost started was giving Angel the best damned blowjob he's ever had. But we
*do* have fifteen floors so...
I
finish pulling down the zipper on his black leather pants and pull them down a
little. He's not wearing boxers or anything, which I already expected. Darla,
again. I run a finger up the underside of his erection, making him gasp and
clutch at the wall, trying to find something to hold onto.
Just
as long as he doesn't go near the now uncovered wiring ... hell, what am I
saying? He won't die unless he catches on fire. Unlikely. The worst case
scenario is that he manages to stop the elevator. Oh no. Not that!
Okay,
he's really... big. I mean, I knew - Enough, Lins, stop thinking about Darla. I
take his cock in my hand and stroke it a couple times.
I'm
starting to feel a little uncertain about all this again. I mean, I *am* just a
twenty-five year old kid and ...
"Shit,
Lindsey, you're gonna kill me," he gasps.
I
look up at him and grin, "You're already dead."
"Ha,
ha," he rolls his eyes. Then he looks down at me again and says,
"Seriously, Lindsey, you don't *have* to do anything you don't *want* to
do."
Damn.
"Am I that transparent?" I wonder. "Don't answer that," I
add with a smile. "I want to, Angel. You have *no* idea how much."
Okay, enough talk. I lean forward and take him into my mouth, slowly.
Oh
fuck. What the hell will be the next thing to depart its place in the elevator.
His fucking fingers and hand, "Fuck." I whimper. Did I just whimper?
I don't fucking whimper. Not for Darla, not for Dru, not for Spike, not for
Buffy... for no one. I do. not. whimper.
But
for some reason, I *do* whimper. "Shit, Lindsey, you're gonna kill
me."
To
which he grins, "You're already dead."
"Seriously,
Lindsey, you don't *have* to do anything you don't *want* to do." I say,
which was an incredibly stupid thing to say because I very much want him to do
it.
He
mutters something but it's forgotten as soon as his hot mouth takes my cock in
his hand and HOLYFUCKINGSHIT, "Lindsey." I moan. "Oh shit that
feels good."
He
continues at my cock and suddenly, I say, "Lindsey... I can't." I
push him away.
I stand
up straighten up. "I can't *believe* that my zipper just broke like that,
we'll have to get our sister to fix it."
He
looks up at me confused and I point to the little old couple outside the
elevator. "Going down?" The lady asks.
"I
was trying." Lindsey mutters.
He
stands up as well and drags me out of the elevator. I can just tell that I'm
gonna be attacked, which I suppose is fair since I attacked first.
What
the hell floor are we on? I glance at the room numbers closest to us: 319. 321.
"SHIT!" I yell, making Angel jump. "We're only on the FUCKING
THIRD FLOOR?"
Angel
puts his finger to my lips, I'm sure to hush me. But I forget all about that as
he starts rubbing his finger along my bottom lip. "Just calm down,"
he says soothingly. "You think *I* wanted to get interrupted just before I
was going to get probably the best blow job I've ever had?" I can't help
smiling at that. "Trust me, Lindsey, we're going to get to your apartment
and we *ARE* going to have sex. Repeatedly. I'm not flexible on that." He
drags me back to the elevator and hits the 'up' button, brutally. The doors
open and he shoves me back inside before he hits the '15'. New elevator, with a
panel.
Whatever.
I really wouldn't care if it was full of people, either. Because I've got one
thing on my mind right now. I drop to my knees and yank his pants down again.
"Linds--" The rest of whatever he wanted to say is lost as I take as
much of his cock as I can into my mouth.
He
tries to find something to hold onto and I hope it's not the damn elevator
panel again. I chuckle at that and he moans. He liked that, huh? I pull back
before I suck him into my mouth again, humming as I do.
"OH
FUCK ME!" I scream.
And
then I realize that's exactly what he's doing.
Shit...
I wrap my hands in his hair, seems like the safe thing to hold. Fuck his hair
is soft, never would have thought that before.
I can't help but thrust into his mouth, gods, I wanna fuck his mouth, make him eat his words. I laugh and he hums again. "SHIT!" I growl. "Harder." I order. He might as well get used to the fact. I catch his eyes and say with a laugh, "You've gotta suck harder than that to impress me."
Okay,
Angel. I may not have ever *done* this before, but I've had it done to me. By
girls who make a living off of that, as well as other stuff. And being the
inquisitive guy I am, I've been given a few tips. That I can use now.
I
pull away, until just the tip of his cock is in my mouth and then I pull him
back into my mouth, sucking as hard as I can. He whimpers a little and then I
pull back again. I look up at him and see that he's just about to open that big
mouth of his to taunt me when I suck him back into my mouth. This time, when
the tip of his cock hits the back of my throat, I relax my throat muscles and pull
him in farther. He moans something - I'm afraid I'm not paying that much
attention - and then I swallow, working my throat muscles around his cock.
"OH
SHIIIIT! LINDSEY!" I howl. "Oh fuck..." I growl as I grasp his
hair harder. Oh shit. Fuck, "I'm gonna come..." I growl as I
involuntarily start to thrust into his mouth.
I'm
too thrilled that I got that response out of him to mind the fact he's fucking
my mouth. Besides, he -amazingly- gets control of himself and stops before I
gag. And then he comes, screaming MY name. I pull back a little and swallow it
all. The taste didn't bother me, but that's probably because this is Angel and
I am completely hopeless when it comes to him.
I
lick him clean and then let his cock slide from my mouth. Then he slides down
to the floor and sits there, looking at me in amazement. Damn, I must be good.
"Shit, you're good." I mumble. "Where the fuck did you learn that? How many fucking cocks have you sucked?"
I think I'm blushing. "Uh, one... yours," I
mumble as I start to stand. But then he grabs me and pulls me down again.
"Ang--" He kisses me, stopping my protest. Shit. Vampire stamina.
Like Dar-- Lins, shut the fuck up about Darla! You're with Angel, something
you've dreamed about for seven fucking years!
"You've
obviously been paying attention then, and thank god for that," Angel says
with a grin. Then, FINALLY! The 'Ding!' of the elevator that signifies that we
are FINALLY on the fifteenth floor.
"Fifteenth
floor," I say. "Lindsey McDonald's penthouse. Big, really comfortable
bed. And lots of other eligible surfaces to fuck on." I grin and jump to
my feet, running toward the door of my apartment.
He gets his key out and I step behind him, really close. I wrap my arms around his waist and pull him back against my erection. "Hurry." I whisper in his ear. "I can't wait to be inside you, Lindsey... I *need* to be inside you." I nibble his ear while he fumbles with the lock and he bursts the door open and I just stand there looking at him.
THE FLOOR
"Well?"
I ask. "What the hell are you waiting for?" And then suddenly, I'm
tackled by a very horny vampire. I arch up against him as he nibbles at my
neck. "Unnngh," I say very coherently. "The floor works,
too."
"Yeah,"
he says as he kisses his way down to my chest. "Now shut up, and let me
fuck you."
I
laugh and take his already hardening cock in my hand, making him moan.
"Only because I want you to," I reply as I stroke him to fullness
again. "God, Angel, I do. I need you. Inside me. Now."
I growl
as I pin his hands above his head on the floor, apparently I do that a lot,
that's what Darla told me anyway. I wonder if he was expecting this. I don't
care, I rub against him, grind our hips and erections together on his floor
while I kiss him, deeply. Shit I can taste myself in his mouth.
Fuck me. No. Fuck him. I'll fuck him. "I'll fuck you." I tell him as I tear into my wrist with my fangs. When the fuck did they show up? Just for this purpose?
I
whimper when he pins my arms above my head, to the floor. I was expecting
that... anyway, And as he rubs against me, I watch, in total amazement, as he
shifts into game face. But I'm not afraid, for some reason I'm not quite clear
on. It's something in the eyes, I can still see Angel in them, if that makes
any sense.
"I'll
fuck you," he says and he tears into his wrist with his fangs. He moves
down my body, pulling my jeans off completely, before he hops up for a second
and shrugs off his shirt and gets his leather pants off. Then he kneels back
between my legs.
"You've got such a gorgeous ass, Lindsey." I say as I coat it with my blood. Seems fitting, for him to be covered in my blood for some reason. He moans as I push two fingers inside him. That's it, Boy, let me see you moan. Show me what you look like when you come. God, I've been fantasizing about it for too long.
Oh
hell, can you die from pleasure? Because I'm so damn sure I'm gonna ... I don't
know, but it's gotta be too much for one human to take.
And
then, he takes my cock in his other hand and starts to stroke it, as he strokes
me from the inside too. Just a few more strokes and I'm completely gone.
"AAAAAANGEEEEEEL!"
The
best sound in the world to hear? My name being screamed in pleasure.
"I'm gonna be inside you now." I moan into his mouth and he just nods his head as he tries to come down, but I won't let him. I press the head of my cock against his opening and his eyes grow wide.
OH
god that was just---OH FUCK! I whimper, as he pushes inside me, slowly. This is
unbelievable. The way he fills me. And then I feel my muscles clamp down
instinctively and then pain as he pushes further inside. I gasp and try to pull
away. I can't do this.
"Relax."
I whisper as I kiss him softly. "Try to relax, let it come to you. Let *me*
come to you." I kiss him again before kissing his sweat-covered forehead.
I can tell he's having second thoughts. "Shh..." I whisper into his
ear before pulling almost completely out. "I promise... just let me get
in, it'll be better." I look down and he's biting his lip. I lean down to
kiss that lip, "Let me get inside?" I ask.
Relax, he says. And when he looks at me like that... like
he almost ... cares? Oh no, don't you dare go there, Lins. Angel's one of the
good guys, it's just how he is. With everyone.
But
I can't help trusting him, especially when he's pulled out almost all the way
and given me time to get myself under control. Fuck, I'm not sure I like being
this... vulnerable. Not with Angel. Not when I spent two long years building up
those walls.
But
then again, if I wasn't wanting to be vulnerable, I shouldn't have ... uh,
let's see. Start with when I let him buy me that drink and add every other
thing we've done tonight. So it's a little late for, 'Oh, shit, I shouldn't
have's.
Because
the fact is I want this. I have for years. I probably left L.A., ultimately,
because I didn't want him to know that. So much for that.
"Okay,"
I nod. "I'm ready."
I'm
so fucking happy to hear those words from his delicious mouth because there was
no *way* I was leaving this apartment without taking him at least twice.
"Just
relax, Lindsey." I whisper before kissing him.
Will
had the same problem, the first time. I slid my hand down over his chest, over
his navel and take his cock in my hand. He hisses as I start to stroke him. He
starts thrusting into my hand and I start to push inside him slowly. I'm not
even sure he knows.
Distraction.
A gift from the Powers themselves.
Oh
fuck me. Wait, yeah, that's pretty accurate.
I
get it, he's trying to distract me. And it's not that he's really made me
unaware of the fact he's sliding into me... it's more that I really don't care
because whatever slight pain I feel is pretty much a non-issue, since his hand
is on my cock and ohhhhh fuck. "Unnngh." I've been saying that a lot,
tonight.
Shiiiiiiiiit.
Fuuuuck he is *so* fucking tight. I'm sure that since he's never sucked anyone
else's dick, that this is first time he's been fucked by a man as well. Shit,
"Lindsey." I look down at him and he's pretty much fucking delirious
I think.
Which
is cool with me cause there is *no* fucking way that I'm stopping until I've
come. No way. I continue to pump him in my hand, faster because I just need to
touch him. I just need to feel him while I'm waiting to be completely inside
him.
Oh
fuuuck. There it is. My goal realized. Oh shit he feels so fucking good
encasing me. So warm... I lean down to kiss him again, to feel his lips on mine
because damn they feel so fucking good.
And I
pause, waiting for the signal, when I can just let go and fuck him through the
floor.
Oh
god. Angel's inside me. Okay. I can die now.
Wait.
No dying yet. Later. It's un-fucking-believable, feeling his cock filling me
like this. So much better than I thought it would be. I think we're just gonna
have to stay like this. At least until sunset tomorrow.
I
open my eyes - I don't remember when I closed them - because I realize he isn't
moving. Not his hand or his cock. I can see from the look on his face that he's
expecting me to say something. Huh? Has he not noticed that my ability to speak
pretty much consists of 'Ungh...' lately?
Okay.
What the hell am I supposed to say? Think, Lindsey.... In the meantime, he's
kissing me again and I moan into his mouth as I thread my fingers in his hair.
But now his hand leaves my cock and I whimper. Fuck. The man made me whimper!
He
breaks the kiss and looks down at me, still waiting. What the hell? Alright,
time to try the voice. "Angel..." So far so good. "Why the hell
did you stop moving?"
Fuck
I made him moan. He's gonna be doing more than that when he finds himself full
of my come. "Trust me?" I ask.
No.
Of course not. I let *every* man I don't trust fuck me.
"A
little late for *that* question, don't ya think?" I ask.
I
smile back and bite his bottom lip in response to his sarcasm. He moans in
response and I suck his lip into my mouth before pulling away. "Just relax
and *feel*." I whisper
I
nibble his ear again as I pull out halfway and push back in. "Feel me
fucking you." I whisper into his ear, tickling him with my tongue.
"Feel me inside you."
"Unnngh."
"Feel
me filling you, like I said I would, like I've wanted to." I say as I
start to pull almost completely out. "And squeeze me if you want or push
back... when you're ready and only when you're ready. Cause when you are,"
I kiss his lips before looking into his eyes, "When you are, I'm gonna
fuck you so hard and so deep that you'll melt into the floor."
I
*will* melt into the floor??? "Already... did." I gasp.
"Then
you'll melt *through* the floor."
He
pushes back into me and I moan. Why the hell did I talk myself into leaving
L.A? If I could've had *this*.... I'm such an idiot.
He pulls out again, until just the tip of his cock is
inside me. I can't help whimper, feeling so empty. He chuckles and pushes back
into me, faster this time. "FUCK!" I scream. I clutch at his arms,
because I really do feel like I'm in danger already of melting through the damn
floor.
Okay,
Mr. McDonald. Enough of this shit. Long. Hard. Deep. Thrusts. Grinding hips.
Stroking him gently. Kiss him possessively. I look into his eyes and put on my
best Angelus-demanding look. "You are *going* to come and scream my name
as you do." I command before I start just pounding into him. I'm well past
the point of caring. I just want to come. I *need* to come. Inside him.
"More....harder,"
I whimper.
"Harder?"
I ask. "My, my... little scaredy boy's got balls." And I punctuate my
words by grabbing his balls in my hand and I pound harder into him. I fondle
his sac in my hand and start to kiss him again. I just can't stop kissing him.
Shit, I'm so goddamned close. I bite my lip and realize that I've made myself
bleed. Right, fangs in check. Blood on tongue. Fuck, this is not good. I look
down at him and he's just staring up at me.
Okay...
either he's just gone Angelus on me or there's something Darla *didn't* tell
me. The way I figure it, there's just one way to find out. "Angel?"
Oh god. I guess I took for granted that Darla would
have... not like I can't come without... shut up, Angel. I argue and demand
that my fangs go away and with difficulty, they do. I lean down and kiss his
question away as I start pounding into him again, harder. I growl as I jerk him
off harder.
When
he finally lets me up for air, I say the most logical thing.
"UNNNNNNNGH!"
He
chuckles and then I remember what he said earlier. So, when he next thrusts
into me, I squeeze his cock a little with my muscles. And his response proves
that felt as good to him as it did to me.
"FUUUCK
LINDSEY!" I growl. Shit if he does that again, he may be meeting my fangs
up close and personal. "Shit." I scream and he just smiles.
I
squeeze him again a little harder, as I roll my hips up to meet his next
thrust. I'm done lying here like a puddle of well-fucked Lindsey. Even though
that's what I am, but I can participate a little, too.
"OH
FUCK ME!" I howl and before I know it, I'm game face again and biting my
lips to keep from biting him. I wanna gorge on his blood. Shit, getting drunk
was a bad idea. But getting drunk and fucking Lindsey was even worse.
He's
moaning and arching up into me and the blood from my lip is dripping down onto
his face. FUCK! SHIT! No biting. Bad Angel. But I can't help but glance, or
stare, in reality, at the nape of his neck.
Oh,
hell. I do trust him, don't I? "Do it," I moan, because a part of me
really wants Angel's mark on me. So I won't be able to convince myself this
never happened.
Oh
fuck this isn't g- FUCK IT! Before I can even think about how wrong this is, my
fangs are into his neck as I fuck him just as hard. And oh shit! His blood. His
fucking warm, human blood... SHIT!
All I can do, all I can feel is his blood in my mouth and
his body beneath me.
"AAAAAAAAAAANGEEEEEEEEEEEL!"
I scream as he bites me. And I come harder than I've ever come in my life. I
almost pass out from the intensity of it. I think that he comes too, but I'm not
sure. All I can concentrate on is breathing and not losing consciousness.
"Lindsey?"
I
open my eyes and realize my fight not to pass out was lost. "I think you
can take that as a compliment," I joke. Which is followed by a whimper as
he pulls out of me. Nononononono! "Again?" I ask.
"Like
I was planning anything else?" I ask, trying to hide the fact that I
passed out a little too. Shit that was good. Too good. I lick his blood from my
lips and take my come covered hand and hold it to his mouth.
I
take his hand in mine and lick it clean, making sure to suck each finger into
my mouth, individually. I chuckle as his mouth drops open and he makes a sound
that is suspiciously close to "Unnnnnngh," this time. Lindsey
MacDonald never backs away from a challenge.
Oh
shit he's fucking sucking on my goddamned fingers. I raise my hand to his face
and wipe away some of the blood from earlier. I just can't believe that I'm
actually here, naked, with Lindsey. Gods, it's like... everything I ever
wanted. I wanna ma- no. Bad thoughts, Angel. It's just sex.
"So, where do you want me to fuck you next?" I
ask slyly.
Um....
I look around for a minute. We're just inside my door, the bed is too far away.
Can't wait that long. Gotta move a little closer to it, though....
I
shrug. I point toward the kitchen: "Table? Counter?" I point behind
me in the general direction of the living room. "Chair? Couch? I don't
give a shit, as long as you're inside me."
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