Touching Angel's Desires (31 page)

“Dan,” she breathed, wishing he were there. She squeezed her
breasts, pinching the nipples into arousal.

Vibrating with frustration, Angel couldn’t wait any longer. She needed
to come. She pulled open her bottom desk drawer and reached inside, bringing
out her rampant rabbit wave. She positioned herself comfortably in her chair,
hooking one leg over the arm, and extending the other under the desk. She reached
behind her, bracing herself on the back of the chair before sliding the
vibrator inside her quivering vagina. She positioned the rabbit ears then
turned it on.

Angel instantly screamed with pleasure as the ears teased her clit
while the waves rippled within her. She manipulated the position of the ears,
teasing her clitoris, her nerve endings going crazy. She lifted both feet and
placed them wide apart on the desk, shoving the rabbit in as far as it would
go, closing her eyes and lying back to let the sensations thrill through her.
She let herself scream with abandon, about to erupt, feeling it coming.

A loud pounding on her office door interrupted her. She cursed, ignoring
it—her orgasm was more important. She hoped they would go away soon—she had
totally lost her concentration.

To her horror, the door swung open. Before she could do anything to
hide her state, Angel saw Shannon poking her head around the door. Angel quickly
sat up, yanking out the rabbit and pulling up her dress, but it was clear Shannon
had seen her.

“Angel, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you, but you pressed the
panic button.”

Angel looked at the red panic button situated to one side of her
desk. She must have pressed it when she brought her feet up. Horrified, she
rushed to the control panel on the wall and cancelled it before it could alert
the whole building.

“I am so sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it, at least you are okay,” she said with a
sympathetic grin. Shannon left the office and Angel sank back down onto her
chair, feeling humiliated and stupid.

Chapter Eleven

She tossed the vibrator back in the drawer, and sat back in her
chair, her head in turmoil. What had Shannon said to Bailey when she went back?
Hopefully, she would have thought of some excuse, like she’d knocked a book
onto it or something. She was lucky it hadn’t triggered the whole building into
panic. They would have had to evacuate.

Angel held her head in her hands, wondering if she needed to explain
her actions. But Shannon wasn’t stupid—she hardly needed a bloody diagram. Did
it really matter anyway?

“So what, I fucked myself and was enjoying it too.” She felt
unfinished and frustrated. Maybe she should go and find someone to finish her
off, or maybe just get her little plastic friend out again.

She reached for the drawer handle just as another knock came at the
door. For God’s sake, what was it this time? Could she and her rabbit not just
have some time together without a bloody audience? “What?” she yelled.

The door opened. She waited, her body vibrating with anger, ready to
deliver a blistering lecture to the new arrival, when Dan’s head appeared around
the door. Her rage fled, replaced by sheer delight.

“Sorry. Am I disturbing you?” he said, looking anxious as he entered
the room.

“No, I’m sorry. It’s fine.” She frowned. “I thought Stacie was coming
this evening? Shouldn’t you be getting ready for her?” Her heart soared. Had
she cancelled?

“She has just called in—she’s going to be late,” he said, closing
the door behind him and taking a few steps further into the room.

“Oh, I see.” Angel felt sick again. She was still coming, then. But
at least Dan was here right now, with her. “So, what can I do you for?” she
said, leaning back in the chair and making lazy eye contact.

He sat on the sofa, leaning back, putting one foot on the opposite
knee, a very casual relaxed posture.

“Why don’t you come and sit down?” he said, patting the seat next to
him.

Angel almost jumped out of her chair, so eager was she to be next to
him. She forced herself to walk more slowly. It wouldn’t do to appear too keen.
She sat next to him on the sofa. He lifted one arm and laid it along the back
cushion, inviting her to come and cuddle with him. She paused. She had never
cuddled with one of her workers before. It wasn’t exactly the image she wanted
to project. But Dan was different, and she did so much want to cuddle with him.
She snuggled into him, resting her hand on his chest, feeling his arm curl around
her and his hand warm on her waist. She closed her eyes, hearing nothing but
the thump of his heartbeat. She felt her own heartbeat slow, as she relaxed
into the easy warmth of his embrace.

“This is nice,” he said.

Angel felt his fingers move slowly on her waist and she shivered,
her earlier arousal returning without warning as she inhaled his nearness.

“Yes, it is.” With the hand resting on his stomach she mirrored his
movements at her waist, stroking gently with her thumb. A frisson fluttered her
pussy and she began to slowly work her hand down, pausing briefly at his belt.
She opened her eyes, trying to make out through his black jeans whether he was
aroused. There did seem to be a bulge, but it might just be a fold in the
denim. She swallowed. What was wrong with her? She’d never been the coy type.
All she had to do was just reach out and cop a feel.

She walked her fingers down to his crotch, expertly feeling the
outline of his cock, half-hard by the feel of it, through the denim.

“Angel…” he said. Her hand froze.

“What? Isn’t this what you came for?” She started to rub his
incipient erection to fullness. It didn’t take long. She twisted her body,
looking up at his face, at those beautiful chocolate-brown eyes gazing down at
her, their expression unreadable. She deliberately scratched at the denim
covering his hard-on, knowing the vibrations through the thick material would turn
him on. He groaned and thrust into her hand.

Encouraged, she started to unfasten his belt, slipping the buckle
apart and undoing his jeans. She reached inside his trunks and pulled out his
warm cock, already leaking pre-cum. Without another word she buried her face in
his groin, opening her throat and taking him all the way in, licking
luxuriously up the shaft as she came back up again, tasting the salty goodness
at the end. His hands buried themselves in her hair, holding her in place. She
dived back down again, using strong suction, creating a vacuum with her mouth
as she flicked her tongue down his cock. Her hand went to his balls, cupping
them through the fabric.

“Oh, God, yeah. Suck it, baby,” he murmured above her. She looked up
at him. He head was thrown back, his eyes closed. She was a little miffed—here
she was doing her best blow-job face and he wasn’t even watching. She pulled
her mouth off his cock, watching his eyes flicker open and look down at her.
She shifted position on the sofa, sitting up and drawing nearer, pressing her
mouth on his, while her hand moved down to his cock, rubbing rapidly up and
down his wet shaft, continuing where her mouth had left off.

His hand went to the back of her head, taking possession. His tongue
plunged into her mouth. She was overwhelmed by his control, allowing him entry,
and not stopping him as he bent her back on the sofa, his body quickly covering
hers. Her hands went down to his jeans, tugging them down, releasing his cock
further. He pulled up her dress, dragging her thong to one side and shoving his
fingers roughly inside her. She was still sodden from before—his fingers met
with no resistance. He pulled down the front of her dress, exposing her
breasts, fastening his mouth over her nipple and sucking hard. All the while
finger-fucking her so hard, she inched up the sofa with every thrust.

He expertly pulled out a condom packet from his back jeans pocket
and began to roll it on. Angel stopped him.

“Do we have to?”

Dan looked at her, surprised. “Thought it was a house rule.”

“It is, but, just this once, maybe we could do it without. I am on
the pill,” she assured him.

He shrugged and pulled the condom off without another word, slipped
his cock past her thong and inside her, not even bothering to get undressed.
Angel’s eyes flew open in surprise. She knew sex was better for guys without a
condom, but she hadn’t realized it was better for girls too. The feel of Dan’s
bare skin inside her instead of the rubber was astonishing.

He lifted up her leg, hooking it over the back of the sofa, ramming
into her hard, grabbing at her breasts.

“You dirty bitch,” he panted. She moaned, trying to capture his lips
to kiss them, but his buried his face in her shoulder, rutting desperately into
her. For a second she was worried he was going to come without her, but he
backed off, slowing his pace and pulling back a little to look at her. He bent
his face to kiss her, his eyes closed as he explored her mouth with his tongue.

“I need to make this quick,” he said in a low tone, pulling out and
shuffling back on his knees.

“Okay,” she said, understanding. He was supposed to be working after
all.

He pulled her thong down, putting her knees together to facilitate
removal of the minuscule garment before widening her legs once more. He lowered
his face into her pussy, placing his tongue against her labia, gliding it the
full length of her pussy. She shivered and moaned.

He sucked hard on her clit. She screamed and writhed under him, all
her earlier arousal coming back tenfold now the real Dan was with her. He stuck
his tongue as far down her cunt as he could reach, grabbing her buttocks in his
hands and squeezing. She thrust back against him, desperately needing to come.
He rubbed his thumb roughly against her clit as he licked all over her pussy,
his tongue sending her almost to the edge. “Turn over, bitch,” he said. She
didn’t need telling twice, turning around onto her hands and knees on the sofa.
He lifted up her dress and plunged back into her, his fingers busy on her clit
as he fucked her. She grabbed hold of the arm of the sofa and screamed as his supple
fingers manipulated her centre of pleasure.

“Oh, God, Dan,” she panted, her body jerking and pulsing, clinging
to the sofa cushion as she writhed under him. A second later he groaned deeply
as his cum spurted into her, his cock pulsing as it released his seed into her.
He collapsed behind her, pulling out and sitting down, running his hand across
his sweaty forehead. Angel sat back on her feet, then pulled her legs out from
under her to sit beside him. She was unsure what to say. It certainly had been
quick, the quickest sex with Dan Angel thought she’d ever had. But it was hot.
Damn, was it hot!

“Sorry, I need to go and sort this out,” Dan said, standing up, his
drooping cock dripping.

“Of course,” Angel said, waving in the direction of her flat. He
disappeared through the door.

Angel felt bereft already. All she wanted was to hold him tighter
and take the adventure further, have him holding her all night, listening to
his heart beating, and make love to him over and over again. She had to find a
way to tell him about her feelings toward him. If he only understood how she
really felt, he would surely understand why she couldn’t let him tutor Stacie
any more. It would be worth it, surely, for what they could have together.

He came back in just as his mobile buzzed from in his pocket. He
pulled it out and answered.

“Okay, thank you,” he said, hanging up, a smile on his face. “I have
to go. Stacie has arrived.”

Now. Tell him now!
Angel’s heart commanded her. Her mouth opened…then closed again as
he walked toward the door with barely a backward glance. “See you later,” he
said, as he opened the door, then closed it behind him, not waiting for her
reply.

How could he do it? One minute he was with her and next he was off
having sex with Stacie. The bitch had stolen him, again. She knew it would
happen, he was working after all, working for her, but she had hoped for more
than just a quickie and then bye. Perhaps a cuddle and a romantic embrace, something
to make her feel he cared, something to hold in her thoughts for the evening,
but instead—wham bam and he was gone.

* * *
*

She spent the evening feeling empty, trying to do her best to pull
herself together. But the sex all around her, which normally made her feel
happy, just reminded her of what she was missing with Dan, who was presumably
giving it all to Stacie Bitch-face. She did the rounds of the orgy room, then
the viewing room, but it only depressed her. The viewing room was currently being
used by a couple who she knew were her workers, but were giving all the
appearance of a couple deeply in love, putting on a very romantic, erotic
performance for the voyeurs. Angel couldn’t bring herself to watch. Everywhere
she turned were happy, loving people enjoying themselves. And, for the first
time in her time here at Desire, that did not make her happy.

She went back to her flat, instructing the receptionists to only
call her in the case of the direst of emergencies, and flicked on the
television, trying to find something to watch that had no love or romance in it
at all. She ended up getting absorbed in a gritty horror film set in a prison,
but turned off in disgust when the film’s focus turned to the love interest of
one of the screws, who was being threatened by any number of vile horrors by
the cronies of one of the prisoners.