Page 25 of Where Angels Fall

Sucking my clit into his mouth, my back arches off the sticky bar. A cry falls from my lips as I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to hide the way I’m feeling. Rough, calloused hands grip the backs of my thighs, pushing them towards my chest, and humiliation burns hot in my face.

I’m completely and utterly bared to every man in this bar. My lower back lifts off the bar top, and I feel his tongue lick from my back hole all the way up to the blonde curls above my clit. He does it again and again, moaning as if it’s the best thing he has ever tasted.

My eyes peel open, and the man’s eyes are on mine. They are hungry and lidded. This is wrong. So wrong. Not only is he the same age as my father, but I don’t know this man. Nor the strangers watching us with their hardening erections and wicked smiles.

“Wait...” I gasp, overwhelmed and embarrassed by the entire thing.

But Matt doesn’t stop. His tongue spears inside me, drinking me like a starved man. A moan like I’ve never heard echoes in the room, and it takes me a second to realise it came from me. The moan that sounded like pure pleasure and ecstasy fell from my lips.

My breasts jiggle as I shudder, pleasure coiling in my belly as he French kisses over my clit before sucking it roughly between his lips.

My half-lidded eyes search for Ash, for a reason I can’t quite explain. Something inside of me is drawn to him, finding him still smoking the same cigarette, a glass of scotch in his hand.

He winks at me with a devilish smirk carving a dimple in one of his cheeks. I can’t pull my eyes from him. The way his pillowy lips suck on the end of the smoke, blowing it out into the air before sliding his tongue on his pointy tooth.

Why would he let other men taste me? And want to watch?

The question slips out of my mind like the smoke evaporating into the air as a strangled sound slips past my lips. Matt releases my legs, and on instinct they wrap over his shoulders, my heels digging into his leather.

When he pulls back, his lips shine with my arousal. His pupils are blown as his tongue swipes his bottom lip, before he turns his head over his shoulder.

“She tastes as sweet as she looks,” he says, voice raspy with need. He turns back to me, his finger sliding through my soaking folds and continues down. And down. “I want to feel you coming over my face, with my tongue inside this pink princess cunt.”

His words are filthy and shouldn't have me clenching on nothingness; a silent plea for his mouth to come back to me. And although I can't seem to get my mind off the fact that I'm being watched by dozens of rough, tattooed men, my body falls into a type of pleasure that I didn't know was possible.

Matt's finger continues to prod against the tight ring of muscles down low, not pushing in, but just applying pressure. It has my heart rate spiking. I've never been touched there. No one has ever been inside there. But something about being in this filthy club and this depraved moment has me thinking that it feels just right.

Matt lowers his head again, tongue darting out to play with my clit, ever so softly.

“Who knew fancy little rich girls could have such sweet little princess parts and such dirty fucking needs,” he murmurs against my core.

I don't get to mull on his words for long before his tongue is spearing back inside of me and his finger pushes deep into my ass.

It burns. It burns like hell. Though it's nothing compared to the way my skin burns in need. I scream out, my body writhing on the bar top. This time, he doesn't stop. His finger slides in and out of my ass, while his tongue and lips devour me. My hands slide across the bar, looking for something to hold onto, to steady myself. When they find nothing, they latch onto the man's head that's in between my legs. My manicured nails dig into his scalp as I hold him close.

Using my hold on the man's salt and pepper hair, I grind my hips, grinding my clit against his tongue, chasing the pleasure that's so close. The need to come hits me like a freight train. Pleasure coils up and down my spine. My nipples are peaked, and my legs are trembling, muscles locked tight as I begin to fall apart.

“I'm gonna...” I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut. “I need to... I'm gonna...” I mumble nonsense, the feeling spiralling inside of my body. My legs begin to shake. I fight it, although I can't stop it.

And just as the orgasm rushes through me, my lashes flutter open, and I find blue, stormy eyes on mine. My mouth parts as a pained expression twists onto my face, my entire body locks as spots dance in my vision. But they don't block the way Ash stares at me so intensely that it scares me.

A scream tears out of me as I come and come and come. Matt doesn't stop until I'm slumped against the bar, a used, wet, sticky mess, feeling violated in a way that has my clit throbbing for more. Feeling depraved in a way that I don't know if I'll recover from.

When I slump against the wood, my body sated and heavy, all I see in the room of hungry eyes are two stormy ones, and they scare the life out of me.

Chapter 11

Ash

Matty licks the cum of his lips as he steps away from the middle of my angel's legs. It makes me ravenous for a taste. I finish the rest of my drink, letting the familiar burn settle something deep inside me, before striding over to my weightless angel.

I stand above her, looking down at her wide, glassy eyes as she tries to catch her breath. Watching her battle a war between pleasure and fear will be forever imprinted in my memory. It was something else watching those emotions play out on her face while she writhed on the bar top that I've drunk at for decades. Matt, with his scarred, inked skin and worn leather against her black heels and white nails, made my cock impossibly hard.

And it's just the fucking start. Her pussy lips glisten under the red glow of the lights, and I drag a knuckle down her slit. Collecting her arousal before bringing it to my lips and sucking. As her taste hits my tongue, I groan. Nothing has tasted better than her cum.

My hand returns to her folds, my middle and ring finger dipping into her wet channel. It's so hot and wet, soaked from getting eaten out in front of dozens of my men. It makes me growl with need as I stare down at her, slowly pumping my fingers in and out of her oversensitive pussy. She jolts with the movement. Her tiny hands coming to circle my wrist, but it doesn't stop me. Her strength is nothing compared to mine.

“That wasn't so hard, now, was it Angel?” I grin down at her, watching her lip tremble and her eyes dart between mine. I lean over her, my lips just an inch away from hers. “Is he as good as everyone says he is?” I taunt her. She squeezes her eyes shut, trying to hide away from the fact that she just came all over the older man's lips.