Broken

Part 16

Thank you all for reading up to this point.

This chapter is a little shorter than the rest.

I'm a little nervous because this is only my second or third attempt at writing a sex scene. I hope you enjoy it, but I would also appreciate comments or feedback. From my fellow writers I would like to know what I could do to improve. The only way I'll get better is with constructive criticism and advice.  

Again, you were warned: this chapter is sexy :)

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Sophia's Point of View

"Sophia, Angel saved you from yourself..."

EZ had been honest with me about the situation and those words kept playing over and over in my head after he had left.

I had finished my beer and proceeded to finish EZ's beer while laying on the couch, staring up at the ceiling. I had no intention of stopping either. After that beer was gone I was going to get up and get a couple more. I knew drinking away my sorrows wasn't the answer, but I figured I could drink to keep the hurt and the memories at bay for at least one night. There was no harm in that.

I had so much pent up bitterness and resentment towards Angel that I never realized I had been bottling up and when he pulled the trigger everything I was feeling just erupted from me. The moment I slapped him, despite the tiny bit of satisfaction I felt, I instantly regretted it and wished I could take it back. All the horrible things I said to him made me feel sick to my stomach.

I heard a bike pull into the driveway and deep down I already knew who it was, but part of me secretly hoped that it wasn't him. I wasn't ready to face him just yet. I sat up and peeked out the window. Angel was straddling his bike, smoking a cigarette and looking up at the sky. My heart skipped a beat as I watched him from a distance, all of my anger washing away in an instant.

I didn't have the energy to get off the couch so I just curled my legs underneath me and waited for him to let himself in. I looked down at my attire. A pair of lacy black boy short panties and Angel's black and red plaid shirt, which I may or may not have stolen from him a couple days earlier. It would have to do because there was no time change. There was a quiet knock on the door and then after a moment it creaked open and then closed again.

"Soph," he called from the hallway, "Are you here?"

"In here," I answered quietly.

He stood in the entryway of the living room and looked over at me as he shrugged out of his kutte and set it on the back of a chair. He was wearing black jeans and a black hoodie and his hair was slicked back slightly. His eyes were red and he looked exhausted, but he still managed to awaken something inside me. His eyes travelled over my body before they locked with mine. There was a gleam in his eyes and the corner of his mouth curled up slightly.

"I wondered where my shirt went," he mumbled.

"It smelled like you, so I took it," I said, feeling a fire ignite inside me, "Your scent is intoxicating."

"Intoxicating, huh?" he asked, his voice more husky than before, "What do I smell like?"

"It's a mix of cigarette smoke, sweat..." I replied, my eyes never leaving his, "...and your body wash and deodorant. It's very masculine and it's incredibly sexy."

I don't know what had come over me, but I was feeling bold, extra confident, and perhaps a little bit turned on. His hands in his pockets, he stood against the door frame, his eyes burning into mine. I bit my bottom lip and throwing caution to the wind I stood up and quickly made my way over to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck while his hands reached down to my butt, lifting me into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist.

Angel pressed me against the wall, his desire and his urgent need to be with me set every nerve ending in my body on fire. My heart began to race as a burning heat pooled between my legs. I looked into his eyes for a moment before he pressed his lips hard against mine, causing me to moan loudly. He forced his tongue into my mouth as he pressed his hips hard against me.

For a first kiss, it was hot and absolutely mind blowing.

"Do I taste as good as I smell?" he groaned against my mouth.

Oh Jesus...

"God yes..." I breathed as he pulled away from me just long enough to lift his hoodie and t-shirt over his head. The kiss intensified as he reached up, fisting his hand in my hair, pulling slightly. As our tongues crashed against each others' I moved my hands between our bodies, undoing his belt and then undoing the button and zipper of his jeans. I slid my hand into his pants, gripping him tightly and slowly moving my hand up and down his member.

"Shit..." he mumbled against my lips. He pressed his forehead against mine as he groaned with desire

"Angel...I need to feel you..."

He moved his lips from mine and slowly travelled down to my neck as his hands moved down, undoing each button of the plaid shirt I was wearing. His tongue slid over the skin along my collar bone before placing gentle kisses on the skin right above my breasts. My head fell to the side and a small whimper escaped my lips. He pushed the shirt off my shoulders and then slowly and deliberately began to massage my breasts over the material of my bra.

"Angel, please..."

He lifted his head and looked into my eyes with a passion and an intensity that made me nervous. I leaned in and kissed him hard while I managed to push his pants down part way. He reached in between us and ran his fingers over the dampness of my underwear before pulling the material to the side. He ran a finger through my folds, getting it wet, and then he rubbed my juice over his hard length. I took hold of him again and guided him inside me. With one hard thrust he was in as far as he could go, causing me to cry out his name.

"Fuck..." he groaned before covering my mouth with his. I sighed against his lips as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressing my hips against his. He had one hand bracing himself against the wall and the other hand gripping my ass as he began to thrust in and out of me. My head fell back against the wall and little cries of pleasure escaped my mouth as he kept moving against me and inside me. He felt so good, so hard, and filled me perfectly and completely. I put my hands on Angel's shoulders and ground my hips against his, wanting him to go deeper.

"Angel..." I breathed, "Harder, please..."

He pushed me hard against the wall and thrust as hard as he could. Trying to be quiet was futile. I cried out out as Angel gripped me tighter and pumped into me harder and harder and before either of us knew it, he was coming inside me. I pulled him close and my body shook as the waves of my orgasm washed over me.

"Shit, Angel..." I panted, leaning my head against the wall, "Where the hell did that come from?"

"It was a long and intense day, Sophie," he grumbled, "I had a lot of pent up energy that I needed to burn off...apparently so did you. I had no idea you were such an animal..."

I tried to stifle my laugh, but was unsuccessful.

"Where's you're bedroom?" he asked before pressing his lips softly against mine.

"End of the hall to the right of the bathroom."

"What do you say I show you what else I'm good at?" he asked, a cheeky grin spreading across his lips.

"Lead the way, hot shot."