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The whiskey bottle sat on the coffee table, half-empty now as the music hummed quietly from Tim’s sounds system. Talia had kicked off her boots and was lounging in Tim’s armchair, one ankle crossed over the other. Angela had her legs tucked underneath herself as she nursed her drink on the far end of the couch, while Tim sat next to her.
“I’ll give him this,” Talia said as she swirled the glass in her hand. “Nolan’s got heart. Maybe too much of it. The only issue he has is every time we’re out there, he looks like he’s two seconds from launching into a TED talk.”
Angela huffed out a laugh. “He’s old and still thinks the world runs on hope and hustle. That level of optimism is aspirational but also disturbing.”
“It’s gonna get him killed as a cop. Not everyone is down for a motivational speech,” Tim chimed in, and Talia gave him a sidelong look.
“You say that like you wouldn’t shoot him regardless,” she chuckled, and Tim shrugged his shoulders.
“Considered it,” he deadpanned. “He wouldn’t be happy if he was my Rookie.”
“I wouldn’t be so sure, Nolan has this way with people, he might crack your tough exterior,” Angela teased and extended her foot to nudge his thigh, Tim making a face and swatting it away.
“Keep dreaming,” he huffed and took a sip of his whiskey, holding the glass against his knee.
“She’s right,” Talia said. “But honestly I can see Chen cracking that shell much faster.”
That earned her a sharp look from Tim as he arched an eyebrow, and Angela threw her head back laughing. “Come on, Talia. Even if she did and he develops the hots for Lucy, it’s not like he’d act on it. Timothy is too much by the book.”
“Why are we talking about me hooking up with my Rookie? Just because you ended up with the gay one and you,” he turns to Talia, “with a guy who was probably raised by dinosaurs.”
“You’re not much older than him,” Angela snorted, and Tim rolled his eyes.
“I’m just saying. You’re a boy….,” Talia mused.
“A very handsome boy,” Tim interrupted her, and Angela laughed.
“Ego much?”
“And she’s a girl…” Talia started.
“A hot one,” Angela added.
“Don’t tell me it isn’t tempting,” Talia finished with a grin, and Tim growled under his breath.
“You do realize I’m still married right?” His voice turned sour, and his face hardened, and Talia knew she had overstepped. “Chen has potential, probably the most of all the new Rookies. She’s smart, a fast learner and she puts up with my bullshit...it’s all the qualities a good Rookie should have.”
“No need to get so grumpy,” Talia muttered under her breath as she took another sip.
“Grumpy is his default mood, don’t take it too serious,” Angela said, and Tim whipped his head towards her, almost glaring, but Angela just shrugged, unimpressed by his antics.
“You are just pissed cause your Rookie is broken and can’t even handle a shooting,” Tim spat.
“Jackson has the same potential as Lucy, he just tries too hard sometimes.” Angela defended and Tim rolled his eyes.
“Well, he is Commanders Wests’ kid,” Talia said. “That’s a shadow and a half.”
“Exactly and right now he’s learning to trust himself,” Angela said, “the whole gun thing is a minor thing he can overcome.”
“Fear’s not the worst thing to have. Keeps you cautious.” Talia added and Tim shook his head.
“Yeah, well, too much fear makes you freeze and that’s going to get either him or his TO killed,” Tim said and polished off his whiskey.
The room went silent for a moment as the three reflected on the rookies they had trained, the ones that made it without any issues, others who barely scraped by and some who were washed out or even lost their life.
That was the part no one warned you about when you decide to be a training officer. The job wasn’t just about shaping new cops, but about measuring them. Watching. Judging. Knowing when to push and when to pull the plug.
And sometimes, realizing too late that you got it wrong.
“I still think about Chavez,” Angela murmured, eyes fixed on nothing in particular. “He was green, but he was brave. Dumb brave. Thought wearing the badge made him invincible.”
“Mine was Miller. Got caught in a corner on a foot pursuit. Didn’t wait for backup. I told him not to chase solo,” Talia said, and she finished her drink, putting the glass on the table.
Tim said nothing and he just let the silence stretch. His eyes were dark, distant, jaw locked in thought. Tim had not only lost Rookies by washing them out or getting seriously hurt, but he had lost his wife, one of the many reasons why he pushed his Boots as hard as he did.
“Being a training officers comes with risk and it’s a burden to carry.” Talia sat up straighter and Tim shook his head.
“You and Angela are just doing this climb the ladder faster to detective,” Tim paused, his blood pressure rising a little. “I’m doing this, because I need to make sure that there are capable cops out there. So don’t tell me it’s a burden, when it’s not even something you’re passionate about.”
“Tim,” Angela said softly and reached out for him, but he sat up straighter.
“It’s our job to train them, our responsibility,” Tim said with a tense voice. “To see what’s under all that eagerness and figure out if it’s enough and if they’re there for the right intentions. We have to see if they’re gonna chase the adrenaline instead of following protocol and assess if they have what it takes.”
They grew silent again and Tim got up to walk into the kitchen, getting himself a glass of water. He stood by the sink for a moment as Angela looked over to Talia. Tim chugged down the water and tried to calm himself a little before making his way back to the couch.
That’s when Talia’s’ phone buzzed and she fished for it from her pocket, staring down. “That’s my cue to go.”
“Everything okay?” Angela asked as she got up, slipping into her boots.
“Yeah, yeah,” she simply said, grabbing her coat and keys. “Ya’ll behave….or don’t. Whatever.”
Tim raised an eyebrow but said nothing as Talia left the house, Angela staying put as she swirled the ice in her glass, looking at Tim who was staring into nothingness.
“You okay?” she asked as she looked at him and saw his jaw flex.
“Yeah,” he muttered.
Angela set her glass down quietly on the coffee table and shifted a little to face him more fully. “You’re lying.”
That made him huff a bitter half-laugh, but it didn’t come with a smile.
“Eventually you have to talk about this, you can’t just let it eat you up and make you do dumb things.”
“Dumb things?” Tim asked and Angela rolled her eyes.
“I read the report Chen wrote about you instigating a fight,” Angela said pointedly, and Tim drew in a sharp breath, hating that Angela was using it against him.
“That had nothing to do with Isabel,” he tries to argue, but Angela shakes her head.
“No, no. It had everything to do with her, and I understand why,” she said and scooted a little closer as she sat up straighter, “What don’t I understand is why you stopped talking to me when things get rough?”
“Ange,” he whispers. “Please.”
“She was my friend too,” she started, but Tim cut her off.
“So what? You weren’t the one she came home late to,” he continued. “You weren’t the one she lied to. You weren’t the one who found her on the couch when she ODed. You weren’t the one who didn’t see the signs, who ignored them.”
“You weren’t the one using,” Angela interjected, and Tim blew out a breath.
“Maybe not,” he replied, finally looking at her. “But I still let her slip away. I was too caught up in the job and in controlling everything around me. I thought if I kept the house clean, kept the routines tight, that she could kick it without help. Instead, I chased her away.” He paused, mouth tightening.
Angela studied him for a long beat, her voice softer this time. “She didn’t get arrested because of you, Tim.”
“She broke the law and she broke herself in the process.” His voice was steady, but there was a raw edge there. “And I wanted to save her. I tried. I really did.“
“What do you mean?” Angela asked and Tim blew out his breath.
“Isabel asked me to remove the stash of heroin from her apartment that she’s holding for someone else,” he admits, and Angela’s brow arched. “I didn’t. I thought about it, but I didn’t.”
“She’s an addict. She’s not going to change unless she wants to,” Angela chimes in and Tim huffs out a bitter laugh.
“You sound like Chen.”
“Well, she’s right and I think deep down you know that too,” Angela said softly, and Tim nodded his head.
“What bothers me is, that I’m still married to her and I still love her, so I should’ve seen when she slipped, and I should’ve tried to stop it then.”
“You tried. You tried harder than most would. And you still show up for her, even now,” she tried to reassure Tim. “But she’s deep in her addiction and even was back then.”
“She’s not the same person anymore,” he said after a long pause. “But part of me still sees her as that girl I met in in my Rookie year. Smart, funny. Could talk circles around anyone. And now…”
“Now you’re mourning someone who’s still alive,” she finished, and Tim blinked, because that’s exactly what it was. Angela reached for her glass again but didn’t drink, just held it loosely between her fingers. “It’s not your job to save everyone. That’s an impossible task.”
“I know,” he said quietly. “But it was supposed to be different with her.”
Angela didn’t press and she didn’t offer some neat phrase about healing or closure. She just looked at him, her expression open and calm, knowing that some things Tim had to figure out on his own, but as they said there, she scooted closer to him. “For what it’s worth… I think you held on longer than anyone else would’ve.”
Tim scoffed at her. “I don’t know if that makes me loyal or just an idiot.”
“Maybe both. But it also makes you human,” she chuckles. “Even if your Rookie, or the entire station, don’t seem to think so.”
He finally looked at her and for a moment Tim let his defenses down. Angela leaned back on the couch again, folding one arm under her head, and gave him a long look.
“Anyway,” she said after a beat, trying to loosen the tension, “despite the whiskey you’re still not the life of the party. There was no reason to snap at Talia.”
“Didn’t realize I was supposed to be entertaining,” he quipped. “I only wanted to have a few drinks.”
“Oh, you’re entertaining, Bradford. Just in that brooding, emotionally repressed, ‘I’ve got a tragic backstory’ kind of way.” She teased and he glanced at her sideways, and something like amusement flickered behind his eyes.
“Want another?” he asked, tilting the bottle in her direction. Angela raised a brow, finishing the last of her glass before sliding it across the table to him.
“We shouldn’t use alcohol to cope,” she said.
“Yeah,” Tim agreed. “But we’re gonna.”
He poured a healthy splash into her glass, then another for himself. As he passed hers back, their fingers brushed for a brief moment and Tim pulled away quickly, capping the bottle again.
“You know,” she said slowly, “It’s nice to see you at least a little more relaxed.”
“Relaxed?” He raised an eyebrow and Angela nodded.
“Yeah. I mean, you’re usually wound so tight I could bounce a quarter off your jaw.” She quips and he gave her a look, eyebrow scrunching together.
“That supposed to be a compliment?”
“Depends,” Angela sipped her whiskey, smirking behind the rim. “You taking it as one?”
“Right now, I get the feeling you’re fishing for compliments,” he retorts dryly, and she leaned back against the armrest of the couch, one leg bent, her foot brushing his thigh.
“Please. I don’t need to fish. Have you looked at me?”
Tim didn’t move, but his eyes dropped to her mouth, then back to her eyes. The shift was subtle, but it was there, and his eyes dropped, locking onto the foot that was nudging his thigh.
Of course he has looked at her. A lot. But he wasn’t going to admit it.
“I’m just saying,” she went on, voice quieter now, playful but edged with something more, “you don’t have to pretend to be made of stone all the time. It’s okay to… not be okay.”
“That’s rich coming from you,” he coughed, trying to swallow a laugh. “Like you’re the expert on emotional health.”
“I never said I was. But I am an expert on repression, so…,” she grins and raises her glass. “Cheers.”
“To buried feelings and bad coping mechanisms,” he said and clicked his glass with her, the two chuckling as they drank. A beat of silence passed, but it wasn’t awkward, and Angela glanced at him again, and this time her voice dipped just slightly.
“You ever think about what you’d be doing if you weren’t a cop?” She asked, trying to break through the shift of mood.
“Huh?” Tim looked at her, expression shifting. “You mean, if I didn’t like rules and authority?”
Angela grinned. “Exactly.”
“I don’t know. Maybe I would have stuck in the army or,” he contemplates for a moment. “Done something stupid like construction.”
“Wow,” she said. “That’s so… manly of you.”
He rolled his eyes as he shook his head. “What, you thought I’d say yoga instructor?”
“No,” she snorts, “although you’d make a great fitness drill sergeant for the rich.”
“Could you imagine,” that earned her a real laugh from Tim. “You’re a menace.”
“Maybe,” she said, shrugging one shoulder. “But I get you to laugh. That’s something.”
Their eyes met again, and this time neither of them looked away. Tim swallowed around the lump that was forming in his throat, and he felt a sudden warmth spread through him, and he couldn’t quite figure out if it was Angela or the alcohol.
“You know, for a guy who’s so emotionally constipated… you’re not bad company,” she grinned and finished the last of her whiskey, putting the glass on a coaster on the table.
“Neither are you, even when you pry on my emotional state,” he quipped.
“You needed it and from the looks of it, it actually helped you.”
Tim leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees, and Angela didn’t move away. She shifted too, her knees brushing his. “It did.”
He turned his head to look at her and her eyes sparkled, a smirk on her face while the silence stretched again between them, but this time it was charged, like the breath before lightning. Before he wasted another thought, Tim surged forward and his lips met Angela’s, the two not moving.
It’s Angela who shifts and cups the back of his head, brushing her lips over him hungrily. The kiss wasn’t soft or sweet. It was fueled with need, hot and desperate, their teeth clashing as Tim grabs her hips and hoists her up on his lap.
They made out for the longest time, Tim’s hand grabbing her ass to help her grind into him, his tongue brushing hers. He can taste the sharp taste of the whiskey, moaning when Angela rakes her nails over his chest.
But as it started, it stopped again.
Angela was panting hard as she stared at Tim, his hands still holding her, the bulge in his jeans pressing between her legs. “We shouldn’t.”
“I know,” he replied, “Maybe we should just cool off for a moment.”
“Yes,” she muttered and scrambled off him and she smoothed her hands over herself.
Angela bends to take their glasses, carrying them to the kitchen sink, trying to gather her thoughts. She rinsed them under the tap, knowing that they might’ve had a few drinks, but it certainly didn’t explain the heat coursing through her right now that was pooling low in her stomach.
Tim was her colleague, her friend, the last person she should be kissing. And yet, she couldn’t come up with a single reason why not. They’re both hot, they’re both single and sex was the best way to blow off steam.
Lost in thought, she didn’t hear footsteps behind her, and she didn’t turn until the clink of glass against the counter made her flinch. She bumped into Tim, and he huffed out a breath, her head tilting to look up into his eyes.
“Sorry,” she murmured, but she didn’t step away and neither did he.
His hands were still at his sides, but his eyes were locked on hers and Angela swallowed hard, her spine straightening. She let out a breath before she spoke, saying what was on their minds. “I can’t think of a single reason not to do this.”
Tim’s eyes didn’t waver. “Neither can I.”
The confession sat between them for just a beat before Angela closed the distance, grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in. Their mouths collided again and this time the sparks ignite.
Tim groaned into her mouth, one arm slipping around her waist as the other braced against the counter. Angela leaned into him, letting her body mold against his, her breath hitching when she felt the hard line of his arousal pressing against her hip.
Her fingers slid up the back of his neck, into his hair, holding him close. She pulled back just enough to breathe, foreheads touching, her voice low and tight. “You gonna make a move or just stand there like a damn statue?”
Tim growled and his hands grabbed her hips, hoisting her up on the kitchen counter. He dove back in, his teeth catching her lower lip to nip at it roughly, grinding his hips against her as her legs wrapped around him.
“You always this rough? Not that I’m complaining,” she moaned as he kissed his way down her neck, teeth digging into the soft skin to pinch it.
“You want gentle, Lopez? Cause you picked the wrong night.” He huffed against her and his hands grasped the hem of her shirt, yanking it up over her head.
“Good,” she breathed, curling her fingers into his shirt to take it off as well. “I’m not in the mood for gentle right now.”
“I’m not even surprised,” he chuckled, and ran his hands over the naked skin of her body, hands cupping her tits through her bra.
“Okay, damn,” she husked and raked her nails over his abs, “You’ve been hiding all that under tactical vests?”
“Are you ever done talking?” He groaned a half-laugh and pulled down the straps of her bra, pushing the cups under her breasts to free them.
“You know I never am,” she shot back, and Tim growled, bending down to capture her right nipple with his teeth. He sank them into her pebbled flesh and Angela let out a loud hiss, her body responding as he sucked and licked her.
Angela reached behind herself to unclasp her bra, the material falling away. Tim devoured her in the meantime, loud sucking noises echoing in the small space of the kitchen. She moaned loudly, her fingers digging into his scalp to pull him closer, back arching to offer herself to him.
Her pussy was throbbing, her panties already ruined as she soaked them. Tim took his time to rile her up, spitting out her breast to switch to the other. Angela leaned against the cabinet behind her, and she let her hands run over his neck down his back, slipping around the front to fumble with his belt.
She undoes it and Tim lets her breast go with a wet pop, straightening himself to look at her. “A little eager, huh?”
“It’s your fault sucking my tits like that,” she grunts and pops his jeans open, pushing them over his hips. They drop to the floor and Tim steps out of them, hands finding the waistband of hers. He pops the button open, slowly undoes the zipper, reaching inside to cup her underwear clad cunt.
“Sucking your tits gets you wet, noted,” he husks and presses the damp material against her opening. Angela bucks and surged forward, their mouths meeting in a needy kiss. Hopping off the counter she helped him shove the denim down her hips, kicking them off as he leaned forward to kiss her again.
“Spread your legs,” he grunted as he pulled away, breathing ragged. Angela arches her brow and widens her stance.
Tim runs his knuckles over her front before his hand disappears in her panties. He uses his middle finger to part her lips, flicking her clit on his way down to gather her slick. She moans, loudly, and Tim captures her lips in a fierce kiss.
“You’re fucking dripping,” he groans against her and curls his finger, sliding into her body.
“Tim,” she sighs leans against the counter behind her, hands pushing down her panties to give him more room.
“I like the way you say my name when I’m knuckle deep in your pussy,” he murmured against her cheek, sliding his lips to her ear. He sucks her lobe into his mouth and teases her with his tongue, thighs spreading wider as Tim slowly starts to finger her.
“You’re gonna make me regret,” she moans when he rubs his palm into her clit, “not coming up with a reason not to do this.”
“No, you’re not,” he said, lips brushing her neck. “You’re gonna cum in my kitchen and then tell me I was right.”
“God, you’re infuriating,” she hissed, but her hips rocked into his hand, her head falling forward against his shoulder. He added a second finger and moved faster, curving against her front wall to press against the silky skin.
“And you’re beautiful when you’re trying not to give in,” he whispered, and his lips found hers again. He sucked her lower lip into his mouth and brushed against her, his tongue licking over her teeth before slipping into her mouth.
“Fuck, you’re good at this,” she cries out against him, breath harsh as her body expels more of her juices that run down his wrist.
“You’re tight, make it easier,” he smirks and nudges her with his nose. He twists his hand to slide deeper into her, his thumb rubbing her clit and Angela gasped, her whole body jerking.
“Tim,” she spluttered, and he snapped his head back, staring into her eyes.
“Say it again,” he whispered, fingers moving faster now, more precise. “Come on, Lopez. Give me that attitude now.”
“Shut the fuck up and make me come,” she hissed, and he laughed.
“Only cause you asked so nicely,” he retorted and bend down, lips closing around her nipple. He sucks it harshly before he digs his teeth into it, speeding up the movement with his hand. She’s clenching around him and her breathing increases, and with a loud moan she comes.
Her orgasm rattles through her and her legs wobble as Tim fingers her through it, the sting of his teeth biting into her flesh making her feel like she’s floating. Her chest heaves and she grunts, slumping against him, his free arm steadying her.
“Well,” she muttered as she moaned, his fingers slipping from her body. “Guess you’re good with your hands.”
“You praising me?” he asked teasingly and lifts his hand, sucking his fingers into his mouth. He licks them clean and Angela’s lower body flutters at the sight, pulling them out to kiss him roughly.
“Not yet,” she retorts as she pulls away.
She rubs her hands over his chest and grins when she spots the massive bulge in his boxers, a wet spot clearly visible. She quickly pushes down the material to free his cock, licking her lips at the sight of his leaking tip.
“So, you sure you wanna do this?” she asked while she wrapped her hand around him, moving it up and down on his cock. He grunts and bucks against her, another thick bead of precum leaking from his slit.
“Ask me again when I stop thinking about how good your cunt’s gonna feel around me,” he growls and slaps her hand away, spinning her so her backside is flush against his front.
“How about you find out right now?” She wiggles her ass against him, and Tim buries his face in her neck, hands coming around to cup her breasts. He massages them and grinds against her until his cock slips between her thighs.
She’s wet and hot and perfect, slicking his cock with her juices.
“Condom?” He asked and Angela shook her head.
“On the pill, just had my period and I’m clean,” she mutters and Tim hums, dropping one arm to circle her waist. The other pushes against her back, her elbows bracing her on the counter. He reaches down to guide his cock, the thick head pressing against her opening.
“Same on the clean part,” he replies and snaps his hip forward, his cock sliding into her body.
“Fuck,” she grunts as she bounces, her wet pussy sucking him in deep. He stretched her completely and she could feel him everywhere, pleasantly full.
“Like a damn glove,” he whispers against her ear and holds her as he starts to move, fucking her into the front of the kitchen counter. His cock slides in and out effortlessly, juices dripping down his thighs as Angela threw her head back.
“Didn’t peg you for a talker,” she moaned, her voice thick with arousal.
“Only when I’ve got something worth saying,” he growls and looks down, watching as his glistening cock split her body open.
“God, you feel good,” she whispered, biting her lip before catching herself. “Don’t let that go to your head though.”
He chuckled against her neck, the rhythm building as he angled deeper, the head nudging her cervix. “Too late. You already sound wrecked.”
She dropped her chin to her chest and braced herself, bearing down on Tim’s cock to squeeze him hard. He gasped at that and pulled out, only to fuck himself back in. “You’re smug for someone who’s five seconds from begging.”
She cried out as Tim slapped her ass and bottom out, feet nearly lifting off the ground with the sheer force. “You think I’d beg?” Another thrust. “You’re the one trembling.” Another hard thrust. “You’re the one gushing down my legs.” Another even harder thrust. “You’re the one close to coming.”
She gasped and tried to retort, but the words faltered on her tongue as his hand slid between down to her pussy, fingers finding her clit. He timed his movement with the flicking against her and Angela cried out, back arching in pleasure.
“You were saying?” he teased, lips brushing her ear.
“Cocky bastard,” she managed, but the breathlessness gave her away. He groaned as her hips surged back to meet his, bodies moving in frantic sync. “Say it again.”
“What? Cocky?” she panted, clutching the counter as she climbed higher, the sound of his flesh slapping against her making her convulse around him.
“My name,” he pulled out until only his tip remained and Angela shuddered as he pinched her clit, lifting her off the ground as he fucked into her.
“FUCK, Tim,” she screamed as her body grew rigid, muscles clamping as she came hard and fast, a torrent of wetness releasing as Tim chased his high, thrusting hard and fast until his cock twitched. He came with a grunt and clutched her ass, holding her close as he emptied himself. He slumps against her sweaty back, his chest heaving as her pussy flutter around him still.
“Shit that was good,” Angela pants and he smirks, scattering kisses over her spine as he slips from her body. They’re both wrecked, but he turned her in his arms to pick her up, carrying her towards the bedroom with wobbly legs.
“It was,” he murmured, and she kissed him soundly.
“Going soft on me?” She asked teasingly as Tim dropped her on the bed, and he snorted. “Soft enough you want to cuddle?”
“Cuddling is optional, but I’m not nearly done with you,” he winked, and she made and ‘oh’ face. Angela stretched out lazily on the bed, one arm tucked beneath her head, the other tracing light, idle circles on Tim’s chest as he settled next to her.
“Gotta say,” she drawled, lips quirking up, “you yap a lot during sex.”
“Only when my mouth is not otherwise occupied,” he laughed and Angela smirked at him, her leg lifting to brush against him.
“Is that right?”
“I can multitask,” he winked, and she slid up further, her upper body against the headboard.
“Well,” she hummed and looked at him, spreading her legs to dip her fingers against the combined juices tickling out of her. “I know a good use for that mouth of yours right now. I’m sticky.”
Tim blinked once. Then twice. Then he scrambled to his knees and moved down the bed. His eyes land on her pussy and he licks his lips, Angela watching him with a smirk.
“Mmhm,” she grinned wickedly. “You gonna make yourself useful or just kneel there blushing like a rookie?”
“Shut up,” he retorted and dropped down, settling between her thighs.
“How about you make me,” she challenges him and Tim licks his tongue over her inner thigh, gently biting the skin to make her squirm.
“Don’t worry,” he murmured, breath ghosting over her, “I’m gonna ruin you for anyone else.”
Angela huffed a laugh, which was cut short when his mouth opened and he pressed against her. He licked at his cum pooled at her opening, sucking it into his mouth before thrusting his tongue into her.
“You talk a big game, Bradford,” she managed through a gasp. “Hope your mouth can cash that check.”
He retreats his tongue and spits against her, his tongue parting her lips to drag over her clit. He sucks at the little nub and presses his stubbled chin against her, making her breath hitch. “I’ve got excellent credit.”
She groaned as he dipped his head, pushing the hood of her clit back to make direct contact. The zing of pain shoots up her body and she bucks her hips, a harsh moan escaping her when he sooths it by sucking gently until her hips jerked.
“God, shut up and focus,” she rasps.
“I am focused,” he mumbled into her, licking all over her folds to suck up her juices. “I could do this all night while telling you a story.”
“Yeah, I bet you say that to all your hookups.”
Tim chuckled low, deep vibrations echoing right where she needed them. “Only the ones who taste like sin.”
“Fuck you,” Angela cursed, legs tightening around him. “Keep talking and I swear I’ll…”
But then he sucked again, harder, tongue circling exactly how she liked it, and whatever threat she had on her lips evaporated into a long, helpless moan. She was close already and her thighs shook, chest heaving, fingers clawing at his hair.
Tim didn’t stop and he didn’t slow down, his tongue lapping at the sensitive nub while he looked at her face as he devoured her. “Come for me,” he mumbled against her.
“Tim….” she gasped, eyes flying open. He hummed in acknowledgment, eyes locked with hers. He gave her a harsh suck before he tried to lift his head, but she clamps her thighs around him to keep him attached to her pussy.
“Shut up… shut up and make me come already.”
His only reply was a growl and then he doubled down, mouth relentless, tongue precise, hands gripping her thighs to hold her still as she shattered for him. Her back arched, a cry escaping her lips, as the orgasm ripped through her, fast and overwhelming. Her hands flew to his shoulders, tugging him up as the aftershocks rolled through her.
He settled beside her again, lips glistening, looking far too proud of himself as she tried to catch her breath. She was fully sated, and her body felt amazing, her eyes fluttering as Tim rolled on his side. That’s when she feels his cock against her hips and her breath hitches.
“You’re hard again already?” she asked, surprised but not displeased.
Tim shrugged with zero shame, looking down at himself, then back up at her. “Not my fault, you’re ….a lot.”
“I should be insulted, but honestly? I’m flattered.” She winked and pushed at his shoulders to make him lean back.
“It’s been a while…. My bar’s embarrassingly low,” he muttered, and she swung her leg over his lap, straddling him.
“Define ‘a while.’”
“Over a year,” he shrugged and leaned closer, pressing a kiss to her.
“Seriously? No random hook up, nothing?” She blinked and Tim hummed against her.
“Seriously,” he mumbled and kissed along her jaw, his voice dipping lower. “Unless you count my hand. Which, believe me, was starting to feel like a long-term relationship.”
Angela laughed at that loudly, but it turned into a gasp when he sucked at her pulse point. “All that pent-up energy. No wonder you’re ready to go again.”
“Well, you wanted to talk and I talk best during sex,” he smirked. “It’s an added bonus.”
She tilted her head, smiling as her fingers trailed down his chest. “And I’m a woman of my word.”
Before he could say anything, she slid down his legs to sit on his knees, hand wrapping around his cock to jerk him slowly.
“Angela,” his voice cracked a little. “You don’t have to…”
“I’m too sensitive to go right now,” she shot back, flashing him a wicked grin. “But you look like you’re about to explode, so let me help.”
“Jesus,” he grunts as she twists her hand, fingers wrapping around his head while she bends down to flick her tongue over him.
“Something you wanna confess, Bradford?” She arched her brow, and she gathered her spit, letting it drop on him so she could jerk him better.
“I think I’m hallucinating.” He splutters and she snorts.
“Not yet,” she teased and sucked him into her mouth, tongue teasing his tip. Angela hummed around him, the vibrations sending a visible shiver up his spine. She was teasing him with slow strokes, her tongue brushing his tip.
“Fuck,” he muttered, and his hand found her hair, holding her in place.
“You okay there?” she asked, voice teasing as her hand stroked him even faster.
“Barely,” he gritted out. “You’re evil.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.”
He groaned as she took him into her mouth again and this time, she let him slide over her tongue and down her mouth, setting a steady rhythm. The wet smack of his cock skating into her reaches him and Angela licks and sucks eagerly, hands squeezing his base, trying to push him towards the finish line.
“Oh god…Ange…..fuck, that’s….” he caught himself, biting down on a groan as his hand tugged at her hair. He needed something to hold onto, because he was close to falling apart and he was afraid he was going to float away. Her mouth around him felt like heaven and she was quite literally sucking his soul out of him.
Angela smirked around him and she closed her eyes for a moment as she relaxed her throat, letting his tip slide past the tight ring of her muscle. That made Tim’s eyes roll into the back of his head, and he clenched his jaw, his balls hardening as his cock swelled.
“Angela, I’m….shit….I’m gonna….fuck….”
She didn’t stop and only bobbed her head faster, cheeks and tongue hollowing. With a few more bounces Tim came, a loud, broken groan rolling off his tongue, hips stuttering, her name slipping out of his mouth like a prayer.
Burst after burst of his cum landed in her mouth and she swallowed eagerly, licking him down from his high as Tim slumped against the bed, his cock softening slowly. When she finally pulled away, she sat back on her heels, wiped the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand, and looked up at him like she had just finished a casual chore.
“Well,” she said, smirking, “that was fun.”
“Not gonna lie,” Tim blinked at her, dazed. “You just short-circuited my brain.”
“Guess you have to break up with your hand,” she smirked, and Tim huffed out a breath, pulling her up so she was lying next to him.
“Well, I’m definitely falling for your mouth,” he laughed, and she rolled on her side to throw an arm over his chest, while Tim tugged the covers over their bodies.
“You’re just high from the blowjob,” she yawned.
“Same thing,” he muttered.
“Don’t get used to it,” she whispered and pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw, cuddling into him. He tugged her closer and turned his head, nose burying in her hair as his eyes closed. Maybe he shouldn’t get used to it, but part of him kind of wanted to.
FIN