Locker Room Blitz (sWet) (3 page)

"I'm willing to bet I can persuade you." Yup. The man was on a mission and damned if that didn't make her panties wet.

"I could have a man in my bed, waiting on me to come back."

He shrugged. "Bring it on. I can swing both ways if it means I get another piece of you. Besides, what kind of man lets his woman answer the door at one in the morning by herself?"

Okay. He had a point there. Angelica scowled at him.

"Bastard," she muttered before throwing herself back into his arms.

His arms tightened around her eagerly. He was as happy to be here as she was to have him. Then he was kissing her, removing the robe and circling her torso with his arms. Picking her up again, he carried her to the nearby couch. The cat sat primly in the middle, tail curled around her paws, but Vic merely hissed at the animal and swiped at her with his hand. She hissed back but quickly darted off the couch to crouch under the chair, still hissing and spitting.

Angelica laughed. "That wasn't smart, Vic. Windy can be a bitch if she doesn't like you."

"Do I look like I care if the cat is angry with me? It's not her I want to fuck."

"I should certainly hope not." Happiness and a healthy dose of lust filled Angelica. There was no way to keep the smile from her face as she welcomed Vic into her arms. He hastily removed his clothing and rolled a condom over his thick cock so that nothing was between them but cool air and one thin piece of latex.

Then Vic's body was blanketing hers. Angelica spread her legs to accommodate him, welcoming him. Without further preamble, Vic slid inside her. Angelica cried out, clinging to him, her nails digging furrows in his shoulders. God, he felt good! His cock filled her, stretched her so that she burned. Those big muscles played under his skin as he moved, sending a thrill straight through to her cunt.

Vic's mouth found hers, kissing thoroughly, his tongue twining with hers in an erotic tango. Had her sex not burned slightly with his invasion, she'd have sworn it was all a dream, but she didn't own a dildo big enough to make her burn that good. Vic was real. In her home. Fucking her senseless. And it felt so fucking good she wanted to scream.

She
did
scream. Over and over again as she climaxed. His movements were just as frantic as hers, their bodies coming together with almost violent passion. Somewhere in the back of her mind, Angelica knew she needed to keep it down. The neighbors were likely to call the cops if she wasn't careful. But who the fuck cared? She was having mind-blowing sex. Anyone who couldn't understand that could just deal with the screaming and go to hell for all she cared.

His grunts getting louder with every thrust of his powerful hips against hers, Vic soon let loose a cry of his own. Head thrown back, teeth bared, he came deep inside her, the condom catching his load.

For several moments, neither of them moved; their bodies seemed to have seized with their orgasms and were left frozen. Breaths came in ragged gasps. Neither of them could do anything other than look at one another, trying to catch their breath.

Vic stood then. "Where's the bedroom?"

Angelica pointed down the hall. He carried her swiftly to the bed, laying her down gently before stepping into the adjoining bathroom and ridding himself of the used condom. When he returned, he washed between her legs before urging her underneath the plush comforter. He pulled the covers around them both, settling her head in the crook of his arm before spooning his body against hers, his groin pleasantly mashed against the curve of her ass.

"Give me a minute and I'll do that right," he rumbled in her ear.

"I think you did it pretty well that time." Angelica smiled, chuckling a little. She was too exhausted from lack of sleep and complete and utter sexual fulfillment to do much else.

"Just imagine what I can do in a bed with all the time in the world."

"I think I'm in trouble," she groaned, snuggling tighter against him. The last thing she did before she drifted off to sleep was sigh contentedly. The last thought she had was that she might be in trouble, but it would be well worth it.