Angel Dust

Warning: This chapter contains sexual content.

She has a boyfriend.

She's still mourning the loss of her husband.

She's an emotional wreck.

So what if she thinks she can handle this fling. Can you?

Though the thoughts were assaulting him at a rapid rate, Nitro couldn't seem to tear his eyes away from the peaceful look in Courtney's eyes as she guided the paintbrush further down her chest, heading toward her belly.

It's not like you can say "no" now, motherfucker.

Come on. Do you even want to say no? Look at her.

His eyes drifted down her naked form to see his hand raising the brush back to her breasts, gently rubbing the bristles across her nipple as it hardened beneath the feather touch. He lifted a hand and smeared the paint, mesmerized by the marks his fingers left in the royal blue color.

Courtney sucked back a deep breath and grasped the table behind her as Nitro repeated the same torturous strokes with her other breast. The coolness of the paint against her skin was causing chills to shoot through her body. And his fingers tenderly kneading and smoothing over her brought a warming sensation to the pit of her stomach. A moan escaped her lips before she could stop it.

Dropping the brush into the cup on the table, he looked at her enraptured face and smiled to himself. "You're beautiful, Courtney," he whispered, his fingers trailing down her arms, leaving blue trails in their wake.

She smiled back and looked into his dark eyes. "Thank you," she whispered.

Nitro extended both arms and trapped Courtney between the table and his body, his heart speeding as he felt her naked chest rising and falling against his tee shirt. Plunging both hands into a pan of red color, he pulled back, allowing the paint to drip from his fingers as he sank to his knees before her.

With expectant eyes, Courtney watched as Nitro's hands hovered over her thighs and then rested on them softly, his fingers dancing down her legs, past her knees, and down to her ankles. Without pausing for a reaction, he dragged his hands back to her heels and then ran them up her calves, brushing over the back of her knees, and then up the backs of her thighs.

Sitting back on his heels, he drank in the sight of her. The alabaster smoothness of her skin was swirled with reds and blues, hot and cold colors. Gently running his flat palms over the curve of her ass, he smiled up into her eyes. As she bit her lip, he continued his caress, moving his hands over her hips as his left hand rested flat against her navel.

She waited, wanting to believe she knew what was coming next, but excited by the prospect that she didn't have a clue. As his right hand hovered over her mound, she leaned back against the table, closing her eyes and holding her breath in rabid anticipation of the contact.

Instead of touching her heated center, Nitro ran both hands up her stomach, cupping both of her breasts in his large hands and giving them a firm squeeze. The gasp that she emitted was a mixture of surprise and pleasure that sounded like music to him. After tweaking her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, he trailed his hands back down to her hips and looked at his hands.

Courtney opened her eyes and smiled down at him, her hand finding the back of his head when he looked up at her again. She felt no need to speak, as their eyes seemed to be doing all the communicating for them.

With a steady hand, Nitro moved his palm to her smooth mound and rested his skin against hers, a deep purple hue left against her. She let out a contented sigh and allowed her legs to relax a bit as he began to caress her skin with a gentle rubbing that was making her instantly hot and wet.

Nitro stood, and Courtney's eyes opened in surprise. He said nothing, only guided her hand to the pan of green paint on the table. As she was hypnotically watching the thick liquid oozing between her fingers, he undressed. When Courtney turned back to him, something indiscernable flickered in her eyes.

His body was truly flawless. The curve of the muscles in his broad shoulders. The hard, inviting lines of his pecs. The perfect definition of his abs. That much she already knew from the pictures he had shown her. But it took everything in her not to stare, drool, and grasp at his hardening erection.

Instead, she stepped close enough to feel her nipples brush his as she lifted herself onto her toes. With her hands on his neck, she began a slow, deliberate trail across his shoulders. Sweeping her fingers over his collarbone, she turned her attention to his pecs, marvelling at the hard muscles jumping slightly as he breathed beneath her touch.

When she dropped to her knees, Nitro thought he might buckle right along with her. As her soft caress moved over his chest and her fingers began to carefully trace each of his abs, he ran his thumb over her cheek, drawing her gaze back to his. Without a word, he moved his free hand to the table behind him and produced another pan of paint.

Courtney licked her lips and submerged her palms into the rich chocolate color before returning her eyes to his face. Slowly rubbing the fronts and backs of his thighs, she could no longer contain her insistent urges. She leaned forward and captured the head of his cock between her lips, her sigh vibrating against his most sensitive skin.

Glad that he had wiped his hands on his tee shirt, Nitro ran a hand through Courtney's hair, pushing it back from her face as she worked her mouth over him, alternating between a gentle licking and a more hungry sucking. The way she was moaning against his shaft as she began to bob her head faster nearly sent him over the edge.

"Courtney." His voice was barely more than a gasping whisper as he pulled her away from his body and knelt in front of her.

Without any further explanation, she laid back on the floor and opened her arms, motioning for him to join her. Nitro hovered over the trembling woman on the floor under him, meeting her lips in their first kiss as her legs circled his waist.

Her hands plunged into his long, blonde locks as he entered her, filling her completely with one thrust. She clung to his mouth, her tongue sliding against his as he moved inside her.

The tightness surrounding him was driving Nitro crazy as he continued speeding and slowing his pace while Courtney writhed, gasped, and whimpered beneath him. The way she whispered "Yes," under her breath repeatedly let him know that he had found her spot, and he was more than happy to oblige when she muttered, "More," under her ragged breath.

Courtney felt her body begin to shake as her climax approached. Arching her back, she screamed and clung to his shoulders when the violent orgasm took her over. It was explosive, numbing, and perfect.

Seeing the smile that stretched across her lips as her chest heaved in the final waves of her orgasm pushed Nitro to the edge. Courtney felt him withdraw from the warm confines of her body, and with a satisfied giggle arched her body toward him again. The sight of her stretched out on his studio floor, completely sated, sent him over the edge as he came on her paint-covered stomach.

The moonlight streaming through the windows reflected the glistening sweat on his shoulders as Nitro collapsed beside Courtney, fighting to regain some sense of composure. She rolled her body and rested her head on his shoulder and moaned happily. "I need a shower."

He smiled and wrapped an arm around her, running his fingers up and down her back. "We need about a gallon of paint thinner," he laughed slightly.

Lowering her gaze, Courtney let her fingers move over the green paint on his abdomen. "What do you know?" she chuckled slightly.

"What?" he asked, smiling down at her when she looked back up.

"I'm not such a bad artist after all," she giggled, her arm resting against him as she hugged him closer.

Without a thought, he kissed the crown of her head. "You're amazing."

The silence that followed his comment was comfortable and Courtney hesitated before breaking it. "Johnny?"

The sound of his actual name rolling off her tongue made his heart jump. "Hm?" he asked as his eyes fought to close.

"There's this EPA fundraiser in Washington Saturday night," she started. When he didn't answer, she swallowed the nerves in her throat. "Will you go with me?"

His body stiffened. "Court, that's not my scene."

She nodded and leaned up to kiss his chin. "I know. But I'm not sure it's mine anymore, either. Maybe we could at least be uncomfortable together."

There was a long pause. It was a bad idea, and they both knew it. But the twinkle in her brown eyes wouldn't let him say no. "Okay."